Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan over there smiled lightly, "I'll come right away. By the way, Mrs. Zhang, is the male model OK?"

Mo Xiaobei almost blew his hair. "You know it and ask it on purpose!"

Zhang Boyan just smiled, then took the car key and asked Lao Zhao to drive with him.

Mo Xiaobei continued to eat watermelon while waiting.

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At the door of the night, Tang Yao asked the driver to take a taxi to leave. He sat in the driver's seat, slowly buckled his seat belt and asked softly, "have you been drinking?"

Fu Ran is not drunk, but she has a faint taste of wine.

He was surprised and unhappy. He didn't like her drinking.

However, he didn't say it, but chatted with her while driving.

Most of them talk about Nianchen, Nianchen's study, and some small habits.

Tang Yao didn't care much about his family, but he would ask about Nianchen. In Fu Ran's opinion, he was barely a good father.

The heir's good father!

He talked with her, and she talked to him one by one. This is the state of their husband and wife recently. Only when they collude with Nianchen can they talk for a long time.

Fu ran chatted and felt sleepy. He turned his face towards the window.

Tang Yao asked her, but she didn't answer for a long time.

He stopped at a red light and looked sideways at her face.

She fell asleep.

Quiet.

Tang Yao's eyes were soft, and his palm shook her hand.

She was a little hot because she drank wine. As soon as he touched her, she woke up.

The eyelashes moved, and then, probably aware of something, she quietly pulled his palm away.

"Where are you?" She sat a little straight and cleared her throat.

Tang Yao started the car again and drove slowly in the night.

Suddenly, he wanted to slow down. He felt it was good to be in the same car with Fu ran. At least she would be at a loss and talk to him. It wouldn't be as cold as at home.

After a while, Fu ran probably noticed his speed and said quietly, "I have to attend the wedding tomorrow. I want to go back and see Nianchen early."

Tang Yao didn't make a sound. He just picked up the speed and drove to 80.

However, his handsome face tightened a little and was obviously unhappy.

But Fu ran Cai doesn't care whether he is happy or unhappy. She just needs to be happy by herself.

She was quiet until the car stopped on the parking lot of the villa.

He caught his hand when he got off the bus.

Fu ran turned his head and looked at him.

"The nanny at home called and Nianchen fell asleep." He spoke quietly.

Fu ran frowned and didn't understand what he meant.

Tang Yao coughed softly, "I'll see him tomorrow morning."

"I'd better go and have a look." Fu ran probably guessed something. His hand moved slightly, but Tang Yao caught him more tightly.

Her heart began to beat a little fast and looked at him like that.

Tang Yao pursed his lower lip, untied his seat belt, then held her from his side and took her out of the car.

It is rare for him to make such a wave in front of the servants. Fu ran doesn't want to be seen by the servants. He clearly doesn't love and has to pretend to love.

She felt unspeakably awkward, so she struggled, punched him on the shoulder, and her voice was suppressed: "Tang Yao, you put me down."

He didn't let go, so he held her horizontally and walked towards the main house. His voice was faint: "you're drunk."

Fu ran was very angry. "Don't think I don't know what you're going to make."