Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao's eyes seemed a little deep under the crystal lamp, which also made Fu ran not sure what he wanted to do.

But from what she knew about him, it was just those things.

Tang Yao still smiled deeply and slowly poured another glass of red wine for himself. He drank it slowly as if he was not in a hurry. He hung Fu ran and fried her like a small fish in an oil pan.

Fu ran looked at him silently for a long time. He watched Tang Yao untie the Cufflinks and roll up the sleeves of his shirt. It seemed that he was ready to spend it here for a long time.

She cleared her throat: "take your time and I'll go to bed."

"Don't you take a bath?" Tang Yao's eyes fell on her, like passing by and staying on her for a long time.

Fu ran clenched her lips. "Of course, why do you ask?"

A charming smile floated from the corner of his mouth: "Fu ran, what do you think I'm doing when I ask this?"

He looked at her more deeply, from top to bottom, as if he had seen her for the first time, or as if he had removed all her clothes with his eyes.

Fu ran was even more uncomfortable. "I don't know."

Then he almost ran away.

When she reached the middle of the stairs, she couldn't help looking back——

Tang Yao still sat there with a glass of red wine in his hand, and his eyes fell on her.

Fu ran immediately turned his head, did not look at him, and ran quickly upstairs. Behind him, it seemed that he had a light laugh.

She ran back to the master bedroom, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and her heart continued.

After a while, she suddenly became angry——

Why should she be afraid of him?

Holding his finger, he thought for a long time and felt that he should sleep in the guest room tonight and should not let him succeed.

Although he didn't say, she just felt that he would toss her more than usual tonight.

Fu ran thought about it, took a pillow and his pajamas, ran to the guest room, and locked the door

After all this, she was so happy that she wanted to sing and felt that she had done something great.

She put half a jar of water in the bathtub with great mood, and sprinkled some dry flower petals and bath salt. She felt very comfortable when her body soaked in it.

She leaned against the edge of the bathtub and her white feet fluttered on the water. At this moment, she felt that she was back before the age of 20. At that time, there was no Tang Yao, only her and Xiaobei were happy.

She even played a song, the kind of opera, which was always high pitched. She hummed gently, took out a red wine and goblet from the small cabinet next to the bathtub, and poured a glass for herself with great interest.

I was so happy that I drank more than half a bottle unconsciously

Late at night, her hand hung down, but there was a faint smile on her face on the edge of the bathtub.

Such Fu Ran is pure and beautiful.

Tang Yao found her an hour later.

After a few drinks downstairs, he felt almost right. He went upstairs slowly and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked.

In front of the master bedroom, I looked at the open door, frowned slightly, turned on the light, and it was empty.

A pillow is missing from the bed.

Tang Yao stood at the door of the living room, smiled, and then walked to the guest room.

The door of the guest room was locked. Fu ran must be inside. Tang Yao knocked on the door twice and there was no answer.

He went to the stairs and asked the servant to take the key. When the servant took it, he still hesitated, but Tang Yao was the absolute master, so he didn't dare not take it.