Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao didn't get out of bed until Fu ran didn't cry and fell asleep.

He went into the study to smoke.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, it was late at night.

Tang Yao recalled what the Secretary had said and thought that what Shen Wan had in his hand could send him to prison for a few years.

He wanted to ask Fu ran if she would wait for him if he was in prison, or divorce directly and leave with Nianchen.

On balance, he chose to compromise.

Tang Yao laughed softly——

Shen Wan is really good!

There was a touch of cruelty in his eyes. Don't blame him if she did so!

He can't keep a time bomb like Shen Wan around and be threatened, nor can he let Fu Ran's heart plug all his life.

Tang Yao went to touch the cigarette box again. It was empty, so he got up and went back to the bedroom.

Fu ran woke up. The light was on in the master bedroom. She sat there quietly without making a sound.

"Why don't you sleep?" He went over and rubbed the hair on her forehead. "I'll go home tomorrow."

Fu ran pursed her lips and looked at him again.

He knew that her heart was hard and sad, but Tang Yao was also hard.

He opened the quilt and sat beside her. Regardless of her slight struggle, he gently pasted her head on his shoulder: "Ranran, I'm sorry."

Her face was buried on his shoulder, smelling the slightly strong smell of tobacco on him, and subconsciously wanted to break away.

"Lie down with me for a while." He spoke in a dumb voice.

Fu ran pursed her lips and finally didn't move herself.

Tang Yao held her for a while and suddenly said, "I don't seem to have been with you."

They have been husband and wife for so many years, and their communication is limited to bed. There are few such warm moments.

He wanted to make up for her and hug her well.

The lips kissed her forehead, reached out and followed her long brown hair, with a low voice: "Fu ran, will you always be with me?"

"I don't know." Fu ran smiled and buried his face in his shoulder socket.

Her slender body lies in his arms. He wanted to hold her before. It belongs to the kind of possessive desire of men to women, or frankly, it is sunny desire.

But now he really felt that not only Mrs. Tang but also his wife were in his arms.

He is Tang Yao's wife.

He suddenly asked, "why did you agree to give her money at that time?"

He said something about Shen Wan's abortion. I don't know how, so he said it naturally.

After that, he regretted that he would stab her.

Tang Yao thought Fu ran wouldn't answer, but Fu ran said, "because I don't want others to rob Nianchen of his family property."

Tang Yao was stunned. He didn't expect her to answer like this.

Fu ran looked up: "I really think so. It's impossible for me to abort the child. She wants money to abort the fetus herself. Then I'll help her... By the way, I found the doctor for her. I told the doctor not to be too gentle."

She smiled softly as she said, "Tang Yao, I'm not a little white rabbit. Don't think of me as fragile, let alone so careful. Look, I'm bad, too. "

Tang Yao looked down at her. She looked into his eyes. Her eyes seemed to be smiling.

But he knew that she was still suffering. Fu ran couldn't learn to open up to him over the years.

Tang Yao didn't say anything. He just hugged her and asked her to put her face in his heart.

In such a quiet night, he didn't want to do anything more. He just wanted to be Fu Ran's dependence.

Even if she doesn't need him so much.