Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

After all, she drank wine and hugged him painfully. It seemed that only hugging him would be cooler and better.

"I'll let you say, huh?" Tang Yao lowered his head and kissed her. He kissed the corners of her mouth and whispered.

Fu Ran's body trembled slightly and raised his small neck: "what do you say?"

"Say you love me!" Tang Yao blurted out.

After saying it, he was stunned himself.

He wants her to love him!

He thought that the relationship between him and Fu ran had eased, and all the concessions he made to her were only for the sake of family harmony, just because he didn't want to change a wife. After all, the cost of changing a wife was too big for the businessmen who manage everything every day, and the gains outweighed the losses. Moreover, he belonged to Nianchen as the heir, so Nianchen needed a mother.

It's better for children to follow their own mother.

These are Tang Yao's pragmatic ideas, but just now he asked her to say he loved him!

He was stunned by his subconscious thoughts.

For a moment, he thought, perhaps because of Lin Qian's appearance, he would have such an overbearing idea.

His wife can only stay with him, and can only like him, love him, must love him.

In fact, not only Tang Yao was stunned, but Fu ran was also stunned.

She raised her little face and her red lips opened slightly“ Tang Yao, what did you say? "

Tang Yao regained his mind, took her little face in his hands, rubbed her belly gently twice, and whispered, "do you still love me?"

Fu Ran's crystal pupil is full of water, which seems to be about to come out. In a gentle blink, he can drop two tears to pity at any time.

She blinked without tears, just streamed.

She smiled. Her delicate appearance was more confused like a goblin. She hugged him, looked into his eyes and said, "love, you are my husband one day and Nianchen's father one day. I love you!"

Although her answer was not so formal, Tang Yao's heart was slightly sour, astringent, and sweet in his throat.

He hugged her and buried his face in her hair

Fu ran hung his small hand around his neck, buried his face in his neck and smiled gently: "I still love your money and this..."

At this moment, the wine might come up. As she said, her small hand boldly went over and held him.

Tang Yao's body was stunned, and his voice was very hoarse for a long time: "Fu ran!"

"Call me dye." She looked up at him reproachfully, "otherwise I would really come out of the wall."

Tang Yao was half happy and half worried. Now he turned black again.

He didn't even mention Lin Qian. She dared to mention it!

An angry man can't do it lightly. Fu Ran is drunk again. She is not afraid of pain, but also actively pesters him... Tang Yao is slowly not so cruel, because she hasn't taken the initiative for a long time.

He kissed her, put her flat and covered her, and his black eyes locked her: "tell me, who am I?"

He doesn't want Lin Qian to be in her mind, so he won't become a bastard. Although it's just what she imagined, it's not allowed.

Fu Ran's voice was a little hoarse: "Tang Yao."

He sank.

She began to cry in a low voice.

While kissing her, he coaxed her: "I've been married for so long, and I still cry like this..."

She was still crying. Later, after he kissed her ear, he smiled low: "are you really drunk? Why do I think you're not drunk? I'm drunk... "

Then he had no chance to speak again. He kept pestering her——

As for the phone call agreed with Xiaobei, Fu Ran has long forgotten to Berlin!