Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

In the elevator, Tang Yao's face was livid. He stretched out his hand and cut his tie.

After a while, we reached the top floor.

When the elevator door opened, his secretary came forward and said carefully, "president Tang, the meeting will begin soon."

Tang Yao looked down at Fu ran. "Wait for me in the office, huh?"

"I'm leaving." Fu ran sneered: "Tang Yao, I'm not those little stars and models. I have to coax president Tang from time to time."

His face suddenly changed. He looked at her cautiously, regardless of the Secretary, "I don't think so! At least those women are very good and won't quarrel with me. "

With that, he regretted.

Fu Ran's face turned white and stubbornly didn't cry. He just said in a cold voice, "let go of me! I want to break my engagement with you. "

The four words of breaking the engagement probably touched Tang Yao's nerves, and his face became extremely ugly.

At this time, the little secretary did not look and said, "president Tang, the meeting..."

"Cancel." Tang Yao's voice was slightly cold. Then he grabbed Fu Ran's wrist and walked towards his office.

The little secretary was stunned.

They are always famous for their elegant demeanor. Who is this rude man in front of them?

When the little secretary was stunned, the door of the president's office slammed in front of her.

How rude... The little secretary thought happily that there must be a savage x love next, which is written in the novels.

Tang Yao's office, Fu Ran is the first time to come, but it is obviously not a good memory.

They quarrel, they quarrel, and the final solution seems to be in bed, and this time is no exception.

But the only difference is the location of the sofa.

Fu ran was forced.

In endless pain, she cried

But even if she cried, even if she made trouble, even if she scratched his neck, he didn't let her go.

Resist death, again and again.

When it was over, Fu ran lay on the sofa with his legs trembling.

"Is that enough?" Her voice is hoarse after the affair, and there are more traces of crying.

Tang Yao turned over and sat on the sofa, arranged his clothes, breathed out a deep breath, and eased his tone: "is it good to stop making trouble?"

Fu ran didn't move for a long time, let alone make a sound.

Tang Yao looked down at the little girl who had been tossed miserably, and his heart softened.

After venting, the man lost his temper and stretched out his long arm to pull her into his arms.

Fu Ran has no strength. His face is on his shoulder and he arranges his clothes for himself.

After finishing it, Tang Yao kissed her on the cheek: "is the anger gone?"

Fu ran lowered his eyes and said softly, "this is what I want to ask Mr. Tang."

Mr. Tang?

Tang Yao's face stiffened and his voice faded: "are you still angry? Isn't it normal for me to care about Xiaobei? "

Fu ran didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he propped himself up and moved himself opposite him.

She curled herself up, put her face on the back of the sofa and stared at him quietly: "Tang Yao, if you care about me even a little in your heart, you won't do that in front of me. Xiao Bei is your close relative, but her closest person is Zhang Boyan... They are married! "

She paused: "Zhang Boyan will consider whether Xiao Bei wants to have this child. Do you think Zhang Boyan will love Xiaobei less than you, or does he care about children and ignore Xiaobei's life and death? "

Tang Yao frowned: "I'm just impulsive."

Fu ran looked at him. "Tang Yao, you've been impulsive too many times... So much that I feel sorry for you. Let's forget it! "