Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When pan Yazhan found Tang Yao, it was already 12 p.m.

Tang Yao and Zhang Shu sat together in the corner of the bar. As soon as he went in, he saw Tang Yao.

She wore a black sweater and long skirt, which spread on her shoulders. Her face had a faint crimson. She should have drunk.

At this time, I hold it with one hand. It's beautiful from my side face.

Pan Yazhan walked over and leaned down close to her. His voice was low and dumb: "go back with me."

He also said hello to Zhang Shu. Zhang Shu was very sober and took the initiative to pay for her own departure. She drank some wine, so the driver had been waiting for her outside.

Instead of going back to the apartment where Gao Yixiang lived, she went to her original place.

Zhang Shu thought marriage was a matter for two people. Now she knows that it also includes his ex-wife.

When Zhang Shu sat in the car, his eyes were a little red. Don't go aside and look out of the window. He really wanted to swear. Go away.

There was still water light in his eyes. He held his fist and put it on his lips, biting silently.

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In the bar, Tang Yao leaned back in her chair. She drank some wine, but she was not really drunk. Her voice was low: "Yazhan, I know it was all the past, but I'm still a little angry. What should I do?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him. There was a touch of water in her eyes. It was very moving.

She looked at him like that, with a fragile look in her eyes and something else.

Pan Yazhan gave a low sigh, bowed his head and kissed her face. His voice was low: "well, go home and talk about it, huh?"

Tang Yao still leaned there, held the glass of wine on the table and drank it slowly.

He was there with her.

Tang Yao spent more than an hour drinking two glasses of red wine, put down the glass, looked at him, and said hypocritically, "I forgive you."

Pan Yazhan smiled astringently, took her coat and helped her up with one hand.

Tang Yao was slightly drunk, but he was not completely awake. He walked out with him.

He tried to help her into the car, but Tang Yao pressed his shoulder to keep him from moving.

Turning around and looking at him, his voice was a little light and a touch of loss: "pan Yazhan, how many girls have you had sex with?"

"Yao Yao." He looked down at her and used the tone of speaking with Qing. It was very nice and fascinating.

But the more so, Tang Yao was more unwilling. He put his hand around his neck and looked up at his handsome facial features. "Yazhan, I don't want to care, but I still can't help it. I'm not willing. I don't think about it, but closing my eyes is what you look like with her."

Finally, she put her arms around his neck and asked softly, "we haven't been in love, have we?"

Pan Yazhan lowers his head and the tip of his nose is close to hers. Because the weather is a little cold, the tip of his nose is ice, but his breathing is hot and winding, which makes people intoxicated.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, "do you want to fall in love, Yao Yao?"

She still put her arms around his neck and bit her lips. She just stared at him without talking.

His heart was eager, and his voice was hoarse, like sand in his mouth: "then we are in love."

At this time, it happened that there was a drizzle in the sky. It hit them carefully. He put on her coat and whispered, "get in the car, okay?"

She didn't move and looked at him: 'you kissed her on the streets of New York when it snowed.'

Pan Yazhan was extremely helpless, but in addition to this helplessness, he brought some helpless sweetness.

Probably because of love.