Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Moni was illuminated by such sunshine. She was suddenly not used to it. She wanted to escape.

Tang Mu lowered his eyes and said frankly, "because I hope you can be better to Shaoyang. I hope he can live well."

At this moment, Moni wanted to laugh and cry.

What can she bring to Shaoyang? No, she can't do anything. She lives in a very dark corner. She only knows how to protect herself and live hard. No one knows how rotten she is under her beautiful appearance.

She is not as good as Tang Mu thought, and she can't bring happiness to Shaoyang.

However, she couldn't tell Tang Mu like the little angel, just as she couldn't tell Shaoyang.

They, and she, are not people of the same world.

It's so beautiful that people envy and dare not approach.

Moni's mouth trembled gently. She raised her eyes and smiled hard. She said she would. She said Shaoyang was very good.

But she knew it was a lie. It was not others, but herself.

Moni went to the meeting and her mood seemed to... Calm down.

Tang Mu's eyes were stained with moisture and his body fell heavily into the sofa.

It's a bit messy, but it's acceptable. Maybe it's a relief.

Next, Tang Nianchen.

Keep your distance and make it clear. It shouldn't be difficult.

Tang Mu thought and fell asleep.

When Tang Nianchen came back from the meeting, he saw her lying on her side in the sofa. He quietly walked over and sat next to her.

He raised his eyes and motioned Andy to go out first.

Andy stops talking.

At last, she went out, and took care of the door, and silently turned up Tang's lunch hour for half an hour.

Half an hour should be enough to do something!

Andy thought silently.

In such a big office, Tang Nianchen quietly stared at the child he raised, stretched out his palm and gently stroked Mo's Plush hair. It was very soft, but it was too short.

His eyes darkened and hurt slightly.

Just then Tang Mu woke up and looked at him with his eyes open. His eyes were wet because of sleep, just like a small animal.

In the past, he didn't know how many times he had seen it, but he accidentally lost it. He hasn't felt it for too long.

Perhaps it was in his heart that he hugged her and pressed her little body in his arms.

Tang Mu instinctively earned, but couldn't get away. Her face stuck to his heart and whispered uneasily, "let go of me."

I don't know why. At this time, he wanted to hear her call him brother, so he looked down at her, "Mumu, call me brother, and call me brother in the future."

Tang Yao called him brother, while Tang Mu used to call him Nianchen brother. He was called brother when he was younger.

At this time, he missed that time.

She trembled in his arms. She was still afraid of him, afraid of his contact, and more resistant to intimacy.

He insisted on not letting her go. She could only move her face away desperately. Finally, her face rested on his shoulder and gasped.

"Call brother." He turned his head and looked at her. Her voice was rustling and attractive.

Tang Mu bit his lip and didn't want to cry, but shouted like a kitten: "let go of me."

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

His lips were thin, but beautiful in shape. At this time, they were hot and almost burned her.

She was stunned and instinctively resisted.

But he fastened her arms, tightened her ribs, and her whole body fell into his arms in an unbearable posture.