Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Lan Yu glanced at her without making a sound, but just stretched out his arm... At this time, he was half at the head of the bed. He looked a little fragile. He even looked several years younger and very good-looking.

Fu Mingzhu found herself staring at him for a while. When she recovered, she found that he was looking at her too.

She snorted, a little proud.

Lan Yu smiled and frowned because of the injection——

The injection hurts!

Naturally, the doctor knew it. He smiled and finished the fever injection and packed up his things: "Lan Shao's physical quality is good. It should be all right soon, but he can't go in the snow, let alone make so many snowmen to coax girls."

He said with a teasing smile: "after all, these things are suitable for young people."

Lan Yu Leng hum: "I'm only 35."

"Not small." The doctor got up“ After 00, it was said that they were old people. "

Lan Yu was very depressed. After the doctor left, he touched his nose and looked at Fu Mingzhu: "am I old?"

Fu Mingzhu knew what was on his mind and coughed: "just a few snowmen have a fever. Do you say you are old?"

He stared at her and snorted, "little thing without conscience."

Then he reached out and pinched her face, but then he motioned her to stay away for fear that she would be infected by him. Fu Mingzhu felt that she was not so delicate and wanted to take care of him, but considering the attributes of Lan Yu, she gave up.

"I'll go next door." She smiled and said, "Mr. cold."

Lan Yu stretched out his hand to catch her, but he threw himself into the air. He closed his eyes in some annoyance and pretended to hum: "I need to hug and hold high."

Fu Mingzhu stood by the door and looked at him. After a while, she came over.

When he heard her footsteps, Lan Yu closed his eyes and clenched his fingers into a fist.

After a while, she came to the bed, leaned over with his face in her hands, kissed his forehead with her soft lips, and then her voice sounded softly: "xiaoyuyu, are you better now?"

Lan Yu slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Fu Mingzhu. She was watching him gently, as if she were watching her sick son, and the kiss just now was clearly aimed at her beloved little son.

Lan Yu was happy, but he was about to explode.

He gnashed his teeth, "Fu Mingzhu."

She said with a smile, "aren't you happy? Don't you mean to hold high? "

She coaxed him so much that he couldn't get angry. In addition, he was really weak... If it was normal, he would have done evil.

Fu Mingzhu still sat beside him, took off his mask and held his hands.

Seriously, Lan Yu was among the flowers. He had long been used to women's confession or physical contact, and he wouldn't feel too excited, but Fu Mingzhu held his hand at this time, and he was a little shy.

It's like the feeling that a little boy is at a loss in the face of a girl he likes.

Lan Yu looked at her and coughed: "Fu Mingzhu, do you want to confess to me?"

She looked at him for a long time before she smiled: "what if it is?"

Lan Yu's little heart jumped up, and his eyes looked straight at her, "really?"

Afraid of her repentance, she lay straight: "I listen."

Fu Mingzhu smiled, lowered her head and whispered in his ear. Lan Yu's eyes were bright: "is there anything else besides this?"

As he lay down, Fu Mingzhu leaned against the head of the bed and asked him, "what else do you want?"

Lan Yu was weak. Now he felt that he had hope. He was almost resurrected with blood. He took her hand and said shamelessly, "it's just... For example, you can kiss me, kiss me like that... You know."

He was a mature man at the age of 35. At this time, he turned into a little milk dog and longed for her love and treatment. He didn't want his face.

Fu Mingzhu was also speechless, but she was still willing to coax him, but she felt that teasing Lanyu like a little milk dog was very interesting.

So she kissed his forehead again. Of course, Lan Yu was not satisfied. He kissed his lips when his face moved, but he was always afraid of infecting her, so he just kissed it.

"Yes." There was some coquettish in his voice.

The place where Fu Mingzhu was kissed by him was a little hot. It was really because his lips were too hot. She gently bit her lower lip, and his eyes were eager. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled her to his heart and put her face in his arms.

Slender and beautiful fingers stroked her ears and made further demands: "if you could kiss there, I would be happier."