Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao was unambiguous. He took his coat, brushed a check and put it in the palm of his aunt's hand: "if there is anything wrong with the whereabouts of his wife in the future, you can tell me directly. In addition, everyone in the family likes his wife. I know that I have only one word that your wife and I will not divorce. If we do well here, it will be good, Do you understand? "

The aunt's face was red and waved her hand anxiously, "Sir, I didn't mean that. Don't get me wrong! "

But when I looked at the check, it turned out to be a million. I was so excited that I almost fainted and stammered, "Sir, there are too many, too many."

Tang Yao held her hand and closed it. "It's good for your wife to have children safely in the future."

The aunt was so excited. Although they all like their wife, they... But also like money. She calmed down her mood under the excitement, recalled it carefully again, hesitated and said, "madam, I still have to tell my husband today."

Tang Yao slowly rolled his cuffs. "What do you say?"

The aunt pursed her lower lip, looked at the direction upstairs, and whispered, "my wife said she wanted this baby to be a daughter."

Tang Yao smiled: "this kind of thing can be like where there is hope."

He waved his hand: "go and prepare dinner. It's light and nourishing these days. My wife is pregnant. Don't put the spicy food she used to like on the table."

Aunt nodded and smiled and left with a check. Of course, Tang Yao held a small meeting for the servants at home. The content of the meeting was the same as what aunt said. Everyone was also happy. Besides being loyal to her husband, she felt that she should take good care of her wife.

Tang Yao was much better when he finished this. He took his coat and slowly went upstairs to open the door of the master bedroom.

Fu ran did not lie in bed, but sat on the sofa reading a book in his hand.

It was not the jewelry history she often read, but an original English book, translated into Chinese, which was "love in Paris". Tang Yao was touched when he looked at the word Paris, for fear that Fu ran would have another contact with Paris.

He went to her side, bent over and pressed her ear and asked, "listen to Aunt Li, you haven't eaten much today. How can you do this? Even if you are angry with me, you can't be angry with children, huh? "

While talking about the child, he had reached out to touch her lower abdomen.

Fu ran hid, leaned on the other side of the sofa and said lazily, "just talk, don't do it."

Tang Yao had a boring discussion, but he was not angry. He sat beside her with his tie and looked at her sideways.

She wore a set of pajamas, very thick, but bare feet.

Fu Ran's feet were very beautiful, white and beautiful. Tang Yao easily held them in his hand: "why don't you wear socks? If you catch a cold, do you take medicine or not?"

He leaned along her body, but leaned falsely. He only touched her without putting his weight on her, and his fingers hooked her chin.

Fu ran clapped his hands open and sat up straight. "Don't move your hands."

She lifted her hair: "I can't accompany you now."

"I just want to talk to you." His tone was faint. Then he got up, took his socks and put them on for her in person, which meant a little.