Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao clasped her hands, raised them above his head and pressed, "did you feel it when he kissed you?"

Fu Ran's face was blocked by sweat wet hair. She pinned her face and ignored him.

He clasped her easily with one hand and brushed her hair gently and gently with one hand, forcing her to look at herself.

His black eyes locked her eyes. "Tell me, do you feel it?"

Fu ran bit her lip and didn't want to see him, but his hand tortured her again.

She groaned and provoked, "of course I feel it! Lin Qian is handsome and young. Why don't I feel it? "

When she finished, Tang Yao's eyes were completely cold.

He looked at her and slowly spit out a few words: "I'll give you another chance. Do you feel about him?"

"Yes!" Fu Ran's forehead was covered with fine sweat. He held the whole person in his hand. He could tear her at any time.

But she didn't care. She said it was better to die than to live like this.

She's not afraid of death. What else is she afraid of?

She looked at him with a smile in her eyes. "Aren't you very uncomfortable?"

"Tang Yao, will you feel bad too?" She smiled, lay on her back and looked at the crystal lamp above. She whispered, "I care about it before. I wonder if you feel it when you are with her."

She lowered her eyes and finally gave him a knife: "Tang Yao, it's so good to steal Qing!"

The green veins on his forehead came up, but his voice was as deep as water: "Fu ran, I have nothing to do with her after marriage."

Fu ran smiled gently: "did you have no relationship, or did you have no contact at all, or did you not hold her or kiss her? Haven't you heard her say what she thinks of you, and how she is infatuated with your body? Mr. Tang, we're just even. If you can't think about it, you might as well think about how I've lived these years, and you'll have a lot of balance. "

She said so much at once that Tang Yao smiled instead of getting angry.

His handsome face approached her, almost close to her face, and his voice was hoarse: "you mean you have to communicate with him in the future. When you meet him and want to kiss you, you also give him a half push, huh?"

Fu ran slightly closed his eyes: "I didn't say that."

Tang Yao sneered. She was smart, but she had succeeded in provoking his anger.

He suddenly got up and Fu ran Yisong. Unexpectedly, he let her go.

But soon she knew that such an idea was naive!

Tang Yao went to the bar, took out a small medicine bottle from a delicate small drawer, poured out a medicine from it and walked slowly towards her.

Fu ran realized something. She suddenly shrunk up and moved towards the head of the bed. Her voice was sharp: "Tang Yao, are you crazy?"

He even fed her spring medicine.

Tang Yao sat by the bed, stretched out his hand and tried to touch her, but she hid. He didn't care. He said quietly, "I'm afraid to hurt you. When I go to President Lin, he will have pity on incense and jade again, so fu ran will be very good and won't get hurt."

He leaned over and whispered deliberately in her ear, "then you will beg me to come to you."

Fu ran shook his head desperately and looked unbelievable: "Tang Yao, you madman, how can you treat me like this?"

She doesn't know that some rich men make women outside. If the girls don't want to, they will take medicine. No matter how strong the girls are, they will become very good.