Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

11 p.m.

Entertainment gossip broke out in H city. Zheng Wendi made an appointment with a new upstart in H city. He was caught on the spot by his little boyfriend and broke up unhappily.

Although the photo is very vague, Zheng Wendi's exaggerated expression is clear.

At that time, it was in a high-end restaurant. It was said that Zhenggong and Xiaosan had a fierce collision, and Zheng Wendi didn't hesitate to say on the spot that he would no longer communicate with Xingui surnamed Lu in order to save Wanren's fans of small fresh meat.

A farce ended.

Mo Xiaobei finished reading the whole manuscript in one breath, leaned on the real leather hair and bit his fingers, secretly thinking about how to persuade Zheng Wendi to wear their IDO and walk on the red carpet in Berlin.

At this time, her mobile phone rang. It was Fu ran who called. Mo Xiaobei answered: "Ran Ran."

"Xiao Bei, you're so divine. You can score well." Fu Ran's mood was very high. "Lu Ze's action this time is afraid to be yellow."

Xiao Bei gave a vague hum and whispered: "Ranran, we can't be happy too early. This little trick usually has two results. One is that Zheng Wendi annoys Lu Ze, and the other is that he annoys us who play tricks behind us... So... Tomorrow is the key."

Fu ran listened and nodded, "OK, let's go to the hotel tomorrow."

"It doesn't need to be too early. This time, Ms. Zheng is accompanied by small fresh meat." Mo Xiaobei smiled: "I'd better go to the company to discuss it first."

Fu ran nods and hangs up with Mo Xiaobei.

Tang Yaoyi smoked at the head of the bed and smiled: "how did you become the director like the paparazzi? The photos of Zheng Wendi and Lu Zena are the masterpieces of you and Xiao Bei?"

Fu ran didn't bother to talk to him and just lay down to sleep.

Obviously, Tang Yao was very dissatisfied with her attitude. He took a cigarette and kissed her lips——

Fu Ran's mouth and nose smelled of smoke. She was so angry that she stretched out her hand and patted him on his handsome face.

Tang Yao was not angry, but returned to the original place to continue smoking, "just sharing, so angry?"

"I'm going to bed." Fu ran gets into the quilt.

While smoking, Tang Yao glanced at her: "in fact, it doesn't have to be so hard at all. Now, Mrs. Tang, just take off your clothes, hug me and say, "husband, I want to... Set up a counter in Mingji. I'll definitely agree."

Fu ran frowned: "Tang Yao, when did you have such a bad taste?"

Tang Yao smiled: "I just love you, huh?"

Then he snuffed out the cigarette and leaned over to kiss her soft ear and delicate neck.

His thin lips became hot with the kiss, ironing her skin.

Fu ran whispered, "you want me to go to bed with you anytime. Why use Mingji's project as a cover?"

Tang Yao smiled low: "you don't understand men very much. This is the root of men's inferiority. You like women to beg for yourself."

Fu ran turned around, lay flat and looked at the ceiling. "I'm not those women outside."

Tang Yao sighed, but she was not interested in going on, because she was serious.

Fu Ran is very traditional and can't joke.

He just lost his mind for a moment. I think she was annoyed.

"Well, I'm kidding! If you don't want to, forget it. " His voice was faint and lost interest. He lay flat and the old husband and wife were ready to sleep together.

He closed his eyes, while Fu ran slowly opened his eyes.

She looked at Tang Yao sideways. Some couldn't believe he was willing to let her go.

When she contradicted him like this, he didn't toss her to death.

She couldn't help thinking: maybe after three years, she couldn't move.