Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

At the thought of his wife being seen by Lin Qian, Tang Yao had a heart to kill.

He looked at his wife's back for a long time. Suddenly he got up and left the bathtub, put on his bathrobe and went out.

He needs to calm down.

Fu ran heard the sound of water and heard him open the door and go out——

She was surprised that he didn't get angry.

But she won't explain.

She had been soaking for a long time and her body was so weak that she got up and put on her bathrobe——

Back in the master bedroom, Tang Yao is not in, probably in the study.

However, the bed was cleaned up, the dress was taken away, the jewelry was neatly placed on the bedside table, and her high-heeled shoes were placed in the porch.

Fu ran watched quietly, his eyes stained with moisture.

For the first time since they finished, he was so considerate, but what's the use?

Some injuries have happened, and what she once expected of him... All he shows now is guilt, just as he showed to Shen Wan in those years.

He was kind to her, gave in to her, and even allowed her to slap him in the face, but he never said that he loved her.

Without the forgiveness of love, it is so pale.

Fu Ran is not old enough to think that they have solved the misunderstanding and will be happy together.

Her pride will not allow her to take the initiative to throw herself into his arms. For her, speaking face to face is just a bad breath. How should she live or how should she live.

As for husband and wife life, she can't twist him. It's nothing to indulge occasionally.

She won't naively think that she can escape this before leaving him. She doesn't mind if making love with him can maintain superficial peace.

Fu Ran's psychological and physiological changes fully explain a woman's changes before and after marriage.

She was a little tired, but she didn't want to sleep. She went to the tatami in front of the French window and half leaned, looking at the darkness outside.

At this time, the mobile phone he put at the head of the bed rang many times. Fu ran finally went to see it.

It's Shen Wan.

It hasn't sounded for a long time. I'm probably not reconciled now.

Fu ran didn't know where he was angry. He took the phone and walked towards the study.

The door opened and there was smoke inside. She frowned instinctively.

"What's up?" Tang Yao put out his cigarette and his voice was a little hoarse.

Fu ran didn't make a sound, but gave her her her cell phone.

Tang Yao only looked at it and knew whose phone it was. He didn't make a sound and let his mobile phone ring.

His eyes always fell on Fu Ran's face.

"Do you want me to answer?" His voice became more hoarse: "Ranran, do you really want to push me out?"

"It's your freedom." She hung her eyes and wanted to quit.

But he grabbed her arm and pulled her to his leg.

"Freedom? I remember someone washed my cell phone into the pool not long ago. " He chuckled.

Then, the mobile phone fell on his palm. He turned it off directly, pulled out the phone card from the mobile phone and threw it into the trash can.

The action is complete.

"Ranran, there will be no such calls in the future." He looked into her eyes and said seriously.

Fu Ran's throat moved. She remembered, "I'm tired."

But the body was buckled again.

He held her firmly, his face buried in the nest of her neck, "stay with me for a while."

He looked as if he had been greatly hit

Fu ran didn't move.

For a long time, his voice was low and dumb: "has he really seen you?"

(laughing immorally ~ ~ Tang Yao looks jealous ~ ~ ~)