Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

But Fu ran couldn't stand him like this. She took a sip of her lips, stopped her face and fell aside.

She opened the window to sober him up so that he wouldn't have to go home again because Lin Qian was drunk again.

She was terrified of Tang Yao's means after drinking.

The cool wind of autumn night blows on my face, so my face is not so hot.

Tang Yao didn't say much to her, but said, "don't read cold, otherwise it's bad to catch a cold."

Then he glanced at her.

At this time, Fu Ran's head was half on his side, his eyebrows were beautiful, and his long brown hair blocked his cheeks. His fingers gently brushed away and gently rubbed there. Fu ran felt very hot where his fingertips touched.

Fortunately, he just touched her a few times and released her, leaving a little warm and still focused on driving.

Fu ran believes that he just drank a little and was not drunk.

If before, I was afraid I couldn't make it home, I would have to fight with her.

She also leaned quietly, blowing a trace of night wind, and fell asleep peacefully.

When I woke up, I had gone home.

There was a slight sound nearby. It was the sound of Tang Yao untiing his seat belt. She was surprised, turned her face and looked at him, "here?"

He made a sound and leaned over to untie her seat belt. His finger touched her face again: "you're asleep."

Then there was some reproach in his tone, "you shouldn't have left the window open."

Fu ran turned his head and found that the window was closed and closed well. He lowered his head and covered his coat.

Some Hao sat up straight in shame, hugged his coat and asked softly, "I've been sleeping for a long time?"

Tang Yao was still leaning, his chin resting on the back of her chair, more like on her shoulder.

Smelling the speech and smiling, the tone was a little careless, "it's only more than 40 minutes from Zhangyuan home. I just drive slowly."

Then he held her finger and pecked her fingertip.

Fu Ran's face became more red. He thought that he probably didn't want to settle accounts with her. For a moment, he relaxed and hung his eyes: "get off the bus!"

On the weather at the end of October, she wore a thin woolen skirt without a coat, so she naturally got off with his coat.

Tang Yao looked at her back for about two seconds and got off with a charming smile on his mouth.

Take two quick steps, stretch out his hand, hold her shoulder, and say low, "you go and have a look at Nianchen first. I'll take a bath. I'm tired after a long meeting today."

Fu ran was even more surprised. It was good that he didn't get angry. He was so considerate when he spoke.

She was surprised that she couldn't answer a word.

Tang Yao took her all the way to the second floor and kissed her at the aisle. His voice was a little low: "don't sleep in Nianchen's room, huh?"

Fu Ran's face was a little hot: "do you want to go and see Nianchen together."

Tang Yao didn't make a sound. He just looked at her with that kind of deep and bottomless eyes. Fu ran couldn't bear the clear look. "OK, I'll go first."

His eyes fell on the coat in her hand and smiled, "OK."

Then he went into the master bedroom. Fu ran realized that his coat was still in her hand.

She pursed her lips and decided to send it back first and then go to see Nianchen.

Holding his finger on the doorknob, he gently unscrewed it and went in, but then he frowned.

Tang Yao didn't turn on the light.

Isn't he drunk? Why not turn on the light.