Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu ran vomited bile, but he was sober.

She lifted her hair, sat down on the steps and smiled softly. "It's very happy."

Tang Yao didn't hear clearly and asked her, "happy?"

She said, "yes, very happy! Because... "

She raised her eyes. "I saw you when you were young."

Fu Ran's voice is full of nostalgia and a trace of sadness

Then she cried.

She cried on her knees. She couldn't help crying like a child.

She said, "Tang Yao, how did we become like this? Why did we become like this? We are not even because of Xiaobei, but an irrelevant woman... "

Tang Yao's body was shocked.

This is the first time she cried like this in front of him because of Shen Wan.

In the past, she always had a cold face, half mocking and half blaming, but now he knows that she has so much sadness. Did she hide and cry secretly before?

Tang Yao closed his eyes slightly, reached out and picked up his wife again, and walked slowly towards the hall.

The light in the hall warmed the night and her body.

Fu ran was still crying, but she didn't want him to see her embarrassed appearance and buried her face in his neck.

Tang Yao's voice was softly, "I'm crying. I still need face?"

Fu ran couldn't make a sound, but buried his face deeper

He just saw it, and the servants at home also saw it. How will she behave in the future?

If it was released, Tang Yao would put her on the sofa in the living room and continue to bully her. He would be happy to see her crying hard. However, now he has more pity for her, so he took her upstairs and put her on the sofa in the living room attached to the master bedroom.

Fu ran was half lying on the sofa, quietly crying.

She is very sad now. It turns out that happiness is followed by sadness

Tang Yao went to the bathroom and twisted a hot towel to help her wipe her face. His voice was faint: "don't cry, huh?"

Fu ran was stunned and blinked. There were two tears hanging on his long eyelashes.

Very beautiful.

She was his wife. He was so excited that he naturally leaned over and kissed her.

Fu Ran's expression is more worried. She threw up just now. Doesn't he think it's dirty?

Tang Yao just gave a shallow kiss and left. He didn't speak so hard.

Leaving her lips, he reached out and touched her hair gently. His voice was also low: "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Fu ran looked up at him, his small lips trembling gently.

Tang Yao smiled, rubbed her hair and went to pour water for her. When he came back, he saw Fu ran lying on the armrest of the sofa again, spreading on his small face.

He smiled and sat down with one hand on her shoulder, carefully lifting her up: "get up and drink water, Ranran."

Fu Ran's head fell on his shoulder and frowned, "I don't want to drink. I want to sleep."

Her small features were wrinkled and painful, and she refused to drink water or take a bath, so she wanted to fall asleep.

Tang Yao had no way to take her. He sent the water cup to her lips and coaxed softly: "drink a few mouthfuls, otherwise it will be uncomfortable when the wine comes up in the middle of the night."

Don't open Fu Ran's face: "Tang Yao, are you bored?"

He was stunned for a moment and then hummed: "the wine is terrible!"

But anyway, he waited on her to drink the water. After drinking, Fu ran leaned aside to sleep. How could Tang Yao let her sleep like this?