Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Wu Yue, isn't it Lin Qian?" Her head was so heavy that she couldn't think clearly and blurted out.

Tang Yao was worried that she had no chance to make trouble. She bumped into it herself.

Tang Yao's voice pressed, "Fu ran, you want to talk to Lin Qian..."

He still couldn't say those two words.

Fu ran slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with watery eyes. His red lips gently opened: "it's no use thinking!"

Tang Yao stared at her for a long time.

In the past, he must have tortured her under his body, but everything was good tonight. Their recent feelings are good. If he used rough to her again, he will go back to the past.

So although Tang Yao was angry, he still didn't do anything to her. He just loosened her back and turned around.

Still very angry and didn't talk to her.

Fu ran naturally doesn't care. She's sleepy.

Tang Yao turned his back for a while, and a shallow and even breath came from behind. He was a little angry.

But he couldn't sleep over and over. Finally, he turned and looked at Fu ran sleeping... After staring for a long time, his expression suddenly softened.

Forget it. What do you care about with her? She's drunk.

Besides, Lin Qian only kissed her twice. He has done her 508 times. She remembers it clearly again and again. Wu Yue and Mao haven't grown all. Where can he serve her comfortably?

Tang Yao had some abnormal satisfaction in his heart and whispered, "forget it this time. I will kill you next time."

With that, he felt much more comfortable... He felt that he was worthless.

*

In the club, shortly after Zhang Boyan left with Xiaobei in his arms, the driver Lao Zhao came, but Lao Zhao met Zhang Hua in the hall.

Lao Zhao cheerfully said, "Zhang Hua, you're here too!"

After the party, Zhang Huacai said goodbye and looked at Lao Zhao: "Why are you here?"

Lao Zhao was still happy: "the young master took Xiaobei home. Isn't Miss Mo not answered? Let me come and deliver it."

Zhang Hua was about to leave and looked sideways at Lao Zhao: "Miss Mo, which Miss Mo?"

Lao Zhao looked surprised: "Xiaobei's sister Nansheng, where is Miss Mo?"

Zhang Hua turned around and thought, "Uncle Zhao, I'll take you back to bed early."

Lao Zhao was worried: "did you drink?"

Zhang Hua stroked his forehead: "No."

In fact, he lied. He drank two glasses of red wine, but it didn't get in the way.

Lao Zhao knew he was reliable and didn't think deeply. Besides, the idea of Zhang Hua and Mo Nansheng was not well known. At least Lao Zhao didn't know it. He just thought Zhang Hua was looking at Xiaobei's face, so he happily went back to watch the ball.

Zhang Hua walked along the private room he instructed, opened the door and smelled the wine. At first glance, a very good-looking boy was looking down at Mo Nansheng.

Mo Nansheng lay on his side, his black hair scattered on his white face, and he didn't make up much on his face, so he looked particularly pure.

Zhang Hua looked at it quietly and then walked in.

Wu Yue raised his eyes, "are you..."

"I'll pick them up." Zhang Hua looked at the drunk Qiqi and had a headache. "Can you help me help Qiqi to my car?"

Wu Yue smiled: "of course."

Zhang Hua looked at him and always felt that his eyes were too gentle, so he frowned and hugged Mo Nansheng.

She was completely drunk and remained motionless in his arms.

Wu Yue suddenly said, "you like her!"

Not a question, but a statement.