Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei smiled: "Ranran is a coincidence. I also start designing now. It's in the newly developed Ido under Mo's banner. If you are interested, you can do it with me."

Fu ran smiled, "OK, I'll think about it."

She is no longer what she used to be.

Mo Xiaobei has experienced so much that he can't see it.

Her eyes were wet. She reached out and held Fu Ran's hand: "Ranran, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to accompany you these years. I won't be here in the future."

Fu ran was moved: "Xiao Bei, I'm the one who wants to say I'm sorry."

They stared at each other and said in unison, "good sisters don't need to say that."

Then they all laughed and cried.

Fu ran grabbed her with his back hand, "Xiao Bei, don't leave again."

"Yes." Mo Xiaobei's eyes turned to tears: "sure."

Then the atmosphere relaxed, talking about children and work, and laughing at each other from time to time.

This day is probably the most relaxing day for Fu ran in recent years, because Xiao Bei is back.

On the way back, the corners of her mouth rose slightly with a smile.

Tang Yao was driving. He happened to be nearby, so he picked her up.

Their husband and wife are calm on the surface, but in fact, it is a thorn that has been stabbing them all the time.

They all know it, but they have never broken it.

It happened three years ago. He came back without explanation or anything else. He just said to her, "Fu ran, the wedding is going on as usual. But if you give up... "

At that time, Fu ran closed his eyes slightly and then smiled: "why should I give up? I want to give a name to the child in my stomach. I want him to be a legitimate child."

He just looked at her.

That look, strange and terrible.

But Fu ran was not afraid at that time.

The heart is dead, there is nothing to be afraid of.

They became husband and wife, the same way they got along before marriage, but more empty.

Tang Yao often went on business trips and occasionally called on business trips. Most of them wanted to hear Nianchen's voice.

She would listen to him and say good night to him gently.

As she said to Xiao Bei, the days are neither salty nor light, and there is nothing to hate.

At this time, Tang Yao drove through the night.

He frowned, "why didn't you have dinner with little NATO?"

"I made an appointment tomorrow at noon and at 8 p.m. Nianchen asked me to tell a story before he would go to bed." Fu ran said faintly.

An intersection, red light.

Tang Yao stopped the car slowly and looked at his wife.

They have been married for three years. She is more indifferent and indifferent day by day.

Even in bed, she slowly became able to cope.

He knew that it was not her problem, but both of them.

Because they don't love it, those years that were fascinated by the integration of meat will always become light because of the passage of time. Sometimes he feels a little empty when he finishes it.

But he didn't know where this dissatisfaction came from.

Of course, he was too busy to find other women to experiment, and he was not in the mood for the time being.

He felt that she would endure for a lifetime in order to read Chen, but he vaguely felt that she would not.

Probably because she insisted on finishing her studies and working while taking care of her children when she got married and had children.

He still remembered that she was in the car three years ago. When they were discussing whether she needed to continue her study, she said that if there was love, she wouldn't need any education.

So what she's doing now is an incubation period!