Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Mu hasn't come back for four years. She's not used to it, although they are very good to her.

"Why not eat?" When she was in a trance, Tang Nianchen gave her a piece of spare ribs with gentle eyes.

Tang Mu revived, looked up at him, and then silently lowered his head to chew.

The ribs were too big to chew, so she stared at them.

She used to be like this. She stared at him and then threw it into his bowl for him to come.

"Can't bite?" He leaned close to her, and the warm breath sprinkled on her ears, which was itchy.

Tang Mu moved to the side uneasily, endured it, and threw the ribs into his bowl, as if he had done something wrong.

Tang Nianchen looked at her with eyes - helpless and spoiled, and he chewed it off.

Tang Mu pretended to be natural. It was like this before, and he deliberately made such a big sparerib for her to chew.

In the bowl, there was a little more spare ribs, which he brought to her again.

Tang Mu whispered, "I'll take it myself."

His voice rang in his ear: "if you don't eat, I can only take it to you one by one."

Tang Mu gave a cry and immediately ate with concentration. He looked silly.

Fu ran looked at Tang Nianchen disapprovingly. "Don't bully Mu like this."

"No." Tang Mu's voice was thin and small. After saying two words, he was uncomfortable and didn't know what to say.

After all, I haven't been together for four years and I'm a lot rusty. Whether it's Tang Nianchen or Tang Yao and Fu ran, Tang Yao is still the same as before.

After dinner, Tang Yao dragged Tang Mu to his bedroom. Tang Yao and Fu ran couldn't say more, but they also had something to ask their son.

Tang Nianchen looked at Tang Mu's back with some concentration.

"Don't look." Tang Yao said angrily, and then handed him a cigarette: "come here, we have something to say to you."

Tang Yao took back his eyes and sat down.

Tang Yao also lit a cigarette, frowned and looked at his son: "I heard that Moni of the company, what's the matter with you and her?"

Tang Nianchen smiled: "it's spread disorderly. You believe it, too, parents."

"Random?" Tang Yao sneered: "are you sure you didn't mean it? Tang Mu foolishly thought you had a girlfriend. You're safe and dare to go home. You won't touch her."

Speaking of this, Tang Yao said impolitely, "don't think we are all blind and can't see what you bastard want to do. I ask you, what's the relationship between Shaoyang and Tang Mu now?"

"Lovers are not full." Tang Nianchen smiled faintly: "is there anything wrong? For four years, they are still where they are. "

"Even if they get married, you son of a bitch will seduce other people's wives," Tang Yao said bitterly.

Tang Nianchen did not deny it, and the same is true.

Tang Yao wanted to throw something at his worthless son. He didn't want others at first. Now he shamelessly thought of a way to get people home.

He looked at Tang Nianchen with a black face. After a while, his voice was low: "anyway, I don't care about anything else. Don't let Tang Mu cry again. Nianchen, he is not only the woman you want to marry, but also the child of me and your mother. You should find out this one."

Tang Nianchen lowered his eyes. "Dad, I know I won't make her cry anymore."

Tang Yao wanted to stop talking, and some words were hard to say. Finally, he whispered, "just think clearly. Both father and mother want you to be happy, and Tang mu, we also want her back."

The feelings raised since childhood are not lost. In recent years, Fu ran always goes to Tang Mu's room at night, looks at the empty bedroom in a daze, and cries many times.

He looked in his eyes and was distressed.

Tang Nianchen smiled: "Mumu, she will come back. I promise she and I will have children. Have two."

Tang Yao punched his son on the shoulder: "come on, you'll finish it first. Then, dad and mom are afraid that you'll cross your left hand and right hand."

Tang Nianchen's face... Black.

Fu ran simply couldn't listen and stared at her husband: "isn't it good to read Chen like this? It's better than a pile of black history when you're young?"[ There are three more chapters, before eight o'clock]