Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu ran looked into his eyes and asked seriously, "do you still hate me, Tang Yao?"

"Hate!" Without hesitation, he leaned forward and lowered his voice: "but obviously I can't help you."

Fu ran smiled lightly: "it sounds that Tang Zong is wronged, but it's not necessary."

Her lighthearted appearance made him frown: "Fu ran, your duplicity is really..."

"You hate it, don't you?" Fu ran said carelessly, "why don't you believe me when I tell the truth?"

She really doesn't care. When she used to love him very much, a little trouble can make her sad for a long time, but now her husband and Shen Wan or other women are caught in bed. She thinks she can laugh it off.

Tang Yao didn't speak any more. He just lit a cigarette.

But then a waiter came to remind him that smoking was not allowed here. At that moment, his face was as ugly as it was.

Fu ran sympathized and said with a wink, "I'll go to the bathroom."

His angry appearance seems to need to be alone. After all, he has to send off his beloved woman with his own hands.

She looked at him sympathetically, which completely broke out Tang Yao.

Reaching out to catch her hand, the Adam's apple rolled forcefully: "Fu ran!"

She looked back and saw his angry and twisted handsome face.

I thought happily - I was angry!

But she was not happy for long. Soon he dragged her to the housekeeping department.

Fu ran bit her lips and whispered, "Tang Yao, you're crazy!"

She knew what he was going to do. It was husband and wife in broad daylight. He really wanted her to go home with him.

Two or three times at a time. He can play whatever he is rude.

What is this now?

Fu Ran is also shameful, even struggling is also whispered.

But Tang Yao was unmoved. He went directly to the front desk and said impatiently, "take an executive suite."

The receptionist smiled, "yes, Mr. Tang."

She handled it quickly. When she brought it to Tang Yao, she couldn't help looking at Fu ran more.

It's very beautiful and has a very good temperament. It doesn't look like it was made out of.

Tang Yao took the room card and dragged Fu ran all the way.

Fu ran bit her lip: "I won't go to Tang Yao. I'm not the women you play."

He clasped her with one hand and brushed the door open with the other.

When the door closed, she was pressed against the door panel, and her Miyake dress was pushed up. Then she knew how rude he could be.

She bowed her head and beat him on the shoulder. "You put me down. I don't want to be here."

It was painful, and he didn't care about her mood and feelings, so he went straight.

After all, he was a husband and wife for a long time. He knew how she would be emotional and couldn't stand it, so although she only softened a few times, she hummed gently.

Tang Yao put her down, looked for her lips, and scoured her lips and teeth forcefully.

His voice was low: "don't you really like it?"

"If you don't like it, can you still feel it? Huh? " He deliberately humiliated her, "I don't like you holding me like this..."

The more he spoke, the more obscene he became. Fu ran bit him on the shoulder. "Stop talking."

"I don't know which way you like." He pressed her shoulder, nailed her small face to the door panel, kissed bit by bit, with some astringency.

Fu ran couldn't stand this. When he let go of her lips, her little face would fall down.

She held back so hard that he wouldn't have a chance to humiliate he