Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

But Qiqi doesn't care. She just needs to be convenient.

When he finally got on the bus, Fu ran refreshed Tang Yao's three views again.

He said he would drive them, but in the end it was the driver who drove. The four of them sat in the back seat.

Face to face.

Tang Yao and Nianchen sat in the back row, while Fu ran and Qiqi sat opposite.

Tang Yao's feet stretched out long, almost against Fu Ran's feet. She couldn't move easily. She was a little angry, "Tang Yao?"

Tang Yao seemed a little lazy: "his feet are too long to put."

Fu ran couldn't make a sound because Nianchen and Qiqi were there. She didn't want to quarrel with him.

But the man was incorruptible. It was like eating her. Regardless, he just messed around like this. The more he was forced, the tighter he was. Finally, she couldn't help it: "Tang Yao?"

"Well, I won't tease you." Tang Yao smiled: "it's like a child."

Fu ran didn't make a sound, but Qiqi crisped half of it first.

Tang Yao didn't bother her any more. He put away his long legs and turned over a magazine at will. Fu Ran's face didn't look outside the car for a long time before he took back his sight.

As soon as I returned to the carriage, my eyes fell on Tang Yao's legs... At this time, it overlapped very leisurely and looked very pleasing to the eyes.

She always knew that he was in good shape, but he didn't seem to like it. Maybe he was used to it. It's rare to show off deliberately like today.

He must be ill!

Fu ran murmured in his heart, hummed softly and stopped looking at him, but a burst of light laughter came from his ear.

She's a little hairy, but she doesn't dare to show it.

Until xiaonianchen's elite trusteeship class, Tang Yao got off the bus first, took Nianchen down and asked Fu ran to get off the bus.

"Isn't it just to the door? You can just hold Nianchen. " Fu ran said half angrily.

Tang Yao held his son in one hand and smiled: "because Nianchen said that other children were sent by their parents, he also wanted us to send them together."

Fu ran felt guilty. He immediately got out of the car and hugged Xiao Nianchen's head. "Mom doesn't know. I'm sorry for Nianchen."

Nianchen grew up. She was held by her mother like this, and her face was a little red.

Fu ran smiled and followed Tang Yao to the gate of the trusteeship park. In front of the gate stood two beautiful female teachers, who were also very foreign-minded in their clothes. The most important thing was their youth.

Nianchen leaned over and asked Fu ran to hold him. She whispered, "these two female teachers also asked their father for a phone number and said they would invite their father to dinner to discuss my study. Mom, are you going?"

Tang Yao heard this and looked at Fu ran with a smile.

Fu ran Leng hum, "your father may not want me to go."

Tang Yao chuckled.

At this time, the female teacher found Tang Yao and Fu ran. Her eyes brightened first, and then became a little depressed, but she still summoned up her spirit to say hello. After all, Tang Yao is the elite of the elite and the best of the handsome.

"Mr. Tang." The female teacher called very appropriately, and then lovingly squeezed Xiao Nianchen's small face, "Nianchen, let's go to the garden first."

Is to turn a blind eye to Fu ran.

Fu ran doesn't really care. It doesn't take a day or two for a man like Tang Yao to attract women. There are not hundreds or two or three dozen women who rush up, but so far only Shen Wan has that plan to stay in Tang brick, and Tang Yao doesn't pay much attention to other women.

She doesn't care, doesn't mean Tang Yao doesn't care. Tang Yao smiled faintly at the female teacher: "my wife Fu ran."