Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The water on the tip of his hair went down along the strong muscles and finally disappeared into the place where he thought of flaws.

Moreover, it's true that all the legs below the waist are straight and slender.

It's beautiful.

Also, very sexy.

Tang Mu was still holding his mobile phone in his hand, and looked straight at his body. He didn't think back at once, and he couldn't turn his eyes.

Tang Nianchen is still wiping his hair. He seems to have no feeling for the effect he has caused. He continues to wipe his hair and whispers, "what's the matter?"

Tang Mu just gave him his cell phone: "your cell phone left me. Moni called you just now."

He looked at her, then slowly took the cell phone in her hand and put it aside, "don't you sleep yet?"

Tang Mu was very uncomfortable: "why don't you answer your cell phone first!"

Tang Nianchen still continued to look at her. "Now she doesn't fight. She will say something tomorrow."

He told her to wait a minute, turned around, put on a bathrobe, lit a cigarette and buttoned the table in his living room: "if you don't sleep, come here and draw. I'll make two cups of coffee and I have something to deal with."

Tang Mu wants to refuse. He has gone to make coffee with a cigarette in one hand.

She thought for a moment, walked over and pulled his sleeve slightly: "I want to sleep."

"Be with me." He said quietly, "I heard my parents say you're leaving tomorrow, don't you?"

She doesn't say a word. It's acquiescence.

"Back to Shaoyang?" He stared at her as if he asked casually, as if an ordinary brother cared about his sister.

Tang Mu faintly said, "it's good for me to live there. Shaoyang is busy. I can take care of him. He doesn't start a business alone."

Tang Nianchen looked at her and said, "you cook for him?"

She was silent, so he knew.

In the past, Tang Mu often cooked for him. Her meals were delicious. Snacks, flowers and tea were great. They were very suitable for his appetite. They were taught by his mother. Now I think of them with good intentions, and Tang Mu was the most perfect little wife.

It's a small one, but its workmanship is great. It's especially comfortable to sleep with it at night. That night, although it was the effect of drugs, he remembered it.

Just because he remembered the joy, he instinctively resisted to be with others in recent years. Even the original Zhang Shu, he didn't want to touch it.

He was wrong. He pushed his little girl away with his own hands.

Tang Nianchen took a long breath, and then pressed the coffee making button. He quietly watched the coffee boil and didn't speak again.

Tang Mu suddenly said, "I'd better go back?"

One hand pressed her hand, almost catching her, but not very abrupt.

He looked at the coffee pot and whispered, "stay and have a cup of coffee. I have something to say to you."

She couldn't refuse this. Oh, she kept silent.

Tang Nianchen glanced at her, poured the cooked coffee into two cups, and held the cigarette end on his lips.

His eyebrows were somewhat locked. Looking at his bad mood, Tang Mu asked, "do you often smoke?"

"Not often. A day and a half! " He took down his cigarette and looked at her: "if you don't like it, I won't smoke in the future."

Tang Mu chewed this words, which was strange, but he said it plainly and often. She didn't take it to heart.