Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He drank a little too much at noon. He rested in the hotel for several hours and dissipated the smell of wine. Then he came back. Shen Wan drove him to the airport. When she left, she hugged him and said thank you to him.

For a moment, Tang Yao felt sorry for Shen Wan.

Things in those years were like a thorn, and now it still hurts faintly, but he chose family.

He chose to spend his life with Fu ran. He may still hate her, but he seems to be more and more used to a peaceful family life.

Tang Yao thought so, pulled off his tie, rolled it up slowly, and pushed open the bedroom door with one hand.

Fu ran had already taken a bath and was lying in bed. The bouquet of roses he had sent was placed on the dresser.

She is not such a careless person. She won't think that flowers will die if they are not raised.

Tang Yao's eyebrows and eyes looked more heroic and profound under the dizzy yellow light. He slowly closed the door, walked slowly to the bedside and sat down.

The finger touched her face gently and whispered, "I handled something today. I'm late. I'll give it to you?"

In his words, there was a faint meaning of flattery.

Fu ran slowly opened his eyes, put his hand under his face, shook his head and said, "I've eaten it. Eat it yourself!"

He had no appetite, so he only looked at her for a while and went to the bathroom.

The sound of the water rang out, and Fu ran listened quietly.

After about five minutes, Tang Yao came out.

For a moment, he opened the quilt and lay on her side, with the bed deep in.

Fu ran didn't move. He just closed his eyes and said, "turn off the lights and go to bed. I'm a little tired."

The light was off, but her waist was held by one hand, and then the warm breath moved around her neck.

Fu ran said patiently, "I'm a little tired and don't want to do it."

"But I think." With that, he turned over and covered her body, and took out the belt of her pajamas with his big palm.

Fu ran could hardly ignore it. He pushed him away and sat aside.

Her expression is very cold, "next time!"

Tang Yao looked at her and sat up slowly.

He reached out his hand to take out a cigarette from the cigarette box at the end of the bed, skillfully put it on the floor, took a sip and asked, "what are you angry with? Does the morning make you uncomfortable? "

Fu ran was so angry that his face turned white and his voice was very light: "Tang Yao, can you order a face?"

"I want to make love with my wife. How can I lose face?" He looked at her and frowned: "it's my fault that I came back late, but you don't have to throw your face at me all the time. Don't think you're the only woman in the world."

With that, he regretted.

Anyway, this is not his original intention. He wants to have a good life with her, but he can't take it back.

Her response was expected and sneered: "then go find it! We should go to Hong Kong soon. We can go to Hong Kong tonight and come back to work tomorrow. "

Tang Yao's face was a little ugly: "are you following me?"

Fu Ran's breathing hurts.

She smiled gently: "Tang Yao, if Shen Wan is a white lotus in your heart, I beg you to marry her back. I'm worried for you."

She raised her head slightly: "yes, I followed you. When we were still legal, you and she were a adulterer, a whore and a woman!"

When she finished, she got a slap in the face.

Tang Yao.

Time seems to be at rest.

The crisp sound seemed to wake Fu ran up.

Her hand touched her face gently, a little swollen.

And it hurts and burns.

She smiled gently and looked at him: "divorce!"