Lay Down My Bad Husband

Fu Xinbo looked at Wen's red eyes and thought about it. He didn't care about the clothes he still held in his hand. He stretched out his long arm and let the clothes fall to the ground. He held the warmth tightly in his arms.

"Warm, let's start over, OK?" Fu Xinbo used all his strength to embrace the warmth, buried his face in her long hair and whispered in her ear.

Warmth allows Fu Xinbo to hold herself tightly without struggle or resistance. Instead, she slowly closes her eyes and almost greedily sucks Fu Xinbo's body. In the past four years, she has always been attached to the breath and taste.

"Do you think we can go back?" After a long time, warm just light open mouth, gently soft voice, without any trace of emotion, was blown away by the cold wind of this winter night, "our child died, you love warm, also died, and I love that Fu Xinbo..."

Then, warm pause, mouth shallow a Yang, like sneer, like cynical tunnel, " I'll die early. "

Fu Xinbo hugged the warmth and shook his head desperately, "no matter how many years have passed, no matter what happened, you are still my warmth!"

He released the warmth in his arms, bowed his head, and gazed at her with deep feeling and guilt, "the child is gone, we can have it again in the future, as long as you want, as much as you want!"

Warm slowly lift eyes, looking at the front enlarged handsome face, line of sight, but more and more fuzzy.

Can she still have children?

Warm smile, tears slip down unconsciously.

She can no longer have children, a woman who has no uterus, how can she have children again.

"Warm..."

Looking at the tears from the warm corner of his eyes, Fu Xinbo suddenly became flustered.

He raised his hand, wet and hot fingers fell on the warm corner of his eyes, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

However, it's useless. It's useless at all. The tears in her eyes are more and more, just like the torrential rain, which can't be wiped away.

"Warm, don't cry, don't cry..."

Warm looking at Fu Xinbo, layers of tears, blurred his handsome face, she cried, while laughing, that smile, let people's hearts are broken.

"Fu Xinbo, if you disturb my life again in the future, I will leave here, completely, so that you can never find me again."

Warm voice, cold and heavy, absolutely no trace of room, than the winter wind, more people cool.

Fu Xinbo looked at the warmth in front of him. He couldn't believe it. He didn't believe it. What he heard was true and warm.

"No, Nuan Nuan, how can you be so cruel!" Fu Xinbo shook his head in disbelief. "You can't be so cruel, you can't be so cruel to yourself and me..."

Warm smile, hands on Fu Xinbo's chest, suddenly forced.

Fu Xinbo was unprepared and staggered back a few steps.

He glared at him and growled, "Fu Xinbo, listen, I don't love you any more, so don't show up in front of me! The farther away you disappear, the better! "

After that, she turned around again without nostalgia, took a step, left resolutely, entered the coffee shop, and then "Bang..." He closed the door of the coffee shop, locked it, and rushed into the rest room again.

Back against the cold door, warm body a little bit down, the whole body strength, at this moment, was completely drained.

Tears into a river, wash all the dust laden memory!

Fu Xinbo, you hate me, just don't love me any more!

When Lin Ziyi stayed up, he restrained his joy and cheerfulness. He was like a very obedient daughter-in-law, and answered "good..." Hang up and tell the manager what to cook tonight.

However, the man on the other end of the phone just ended the conversation with Lin Ziyi, and the mobile phone rang.

At first glance, it's the number in the Tang family mansion.

"Hello."

"You son of a bitch, how many days have you not come back?" Before Tang Su's voice fell, Tang Su's powerful roar came over the phone, "if you become president, you don't know where your home is?"

Tang Su listened to the old man's roar, and there was no change in his face, because he had been used to it for a long time.

"What's the matter, grandfather?" He can't be more insipid.

"Hum!" The old man snorted coldly like a child, "if it's OK, my old man can't call you, can't you come back to see my old man?"

"Grandfather, what's the matter?" Men endure the impulse to hang up the phone, patiently ask again.

How can the old man not understand Tang Su's temper? It's estimated that if he doesn't say anything again, Tang Su will really have to hang up.

So, the old man hummed, "it's not clear on the phone. I'll tell you when I come home at night."

"Grandfather, I have plans for the evening.""Cancel." The tone of the old man was tough, and there was no room for negotiation. "Otherwise, Asha and I would have moved to the presidential palace, and you wouldn't have to come back."

Listening to this, Tang Su's face sank slightly, and his pretty brow twisted slightly.

If the old man and Tang SA live in the presidential palace, how can they live together.

"Well, I see."

"It's like being a grandson. Respect the old! Respect the old! Do you know. " The old man is on the other end of the phone.

The corner of Tang Su's mouth pulls out and cuts off the phone directly.

Tang Su didn't spend much time in zhangtai hall. After meeting with the cabinet ministers, he went directly to the Tang family mansion.

Look at the time, go back to the mansion, listen to the old man's nagging, and then go back to the presidential palace for dinner. The time should be just right.

If so, Tang Su did not call Lin Ziyi.

However, when he did not expect, when he returned to the Tang family mansion, there was not only the old man but also another woman waiting for him.

--Jinxiu.

"Mr. President." When Jinxiu sees Tang Su, she greets him politely and appropriately, but her smile can't reach the bottom of her eyes.

Although Tang Su at the first sight of Jinxiu, he understood why he had to force him to come back to the mansion.