Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"... Miss Feng married the heirs of Han's group today. The rich family joined hands with each other to make the scene extremely luxurious. It is known as the biggest wedding of this century. For more details, please continue to follow our report."

With the sweet voice from the wall mounted LCD TV, Feng Ying, the heroine in the news, slowly took off her veil.

"Call -"

In front of the dressing table behind the TV, the bride spits out a foul breath and looks at herself in the mirror.

The 22-year-old girl's face is clear and beautiful. The smile of her eyebrows and eyes and the pear vortex floating on her cheeks show how happy she is at this moment.

"What are you thinking?"

Her gentle embrace gently enveloped her, and a familiar and magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "my most beautiful bride."

The breath sprayed by the man hit the side of his neck, bringing a burst of numbness. Feng Ying's small face turned red, and his smart cat's eyes were dizzy with intoxicating waves.

"Nothing. I finally married you. I have some small feelings."

They were together from senior one to senior four, from early love to nearly seven years of love run, and finally bear fruit.

As soon as the voice fell, she saw the man bow his head and smile in the dressing mirror. His handsome face looked incredible in the dim light.

Feng Yingqiao's face turned red and beat his chest gently.

"Han Shaoqing, don't laugh."

"OK, don't laugh."

Han Shaoqing obediently put away his smile, tightened his long arm and held her in his arms harder.

A pair of deep black eyes were fixed on her beautiful face. Their eyes were like a trickling spring, and their tone was intimate and ambiguous.

"Today is our wedding night. I want to give you a gift. Close your eyes."

Head down, a dragonfly kiss fell gently between Feng Ying's forehead.

"OK."

Feng yingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. He closed his eyes shyly and expectantly, so he missed the strange light flashing from the bottom of the man's eyes.

make love.

After three applause, a messy sound of footsteps gradually approached.

"You can open it."

Hearing the speech, Feng Ying skillfully opened his eyes.

When she saw the picture in front of her, she completely stayed in place, as if she saw the sudden end of the world!

The uncontrollable panic and disbelief made her immobile as if she had been fixed.

At the door of the bedroom, several bodyguards in black stood in a straight line.

The first two men dragged a strong hemp rope in their hands, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied around the neck of a man and a woman.

It's like holding two dogs.

But these two dogs as like their parents are as like as two peas!

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Feng Ying unconsciously opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

Is she dreaming?

At this time, a sharp hoarse voice broke her last chance.

"Han Shaoqing, you damn bastard, what do you want to do!"

Feng Ying's body stiffened, looked forward mechanically, looked at the man crawling on the ground with a bloody face, and his lips stammered.

"Dad..."

This light noise called back all Feng Ying's thoughts. She suddenly broke away from Han Shaoqing and rushed over, but she tripped over the skirt of the wedding dress and fell on the expensive cashmere carpet with a bang.

Regardless of the pain from around him, Feng Ying raised his frightened face, "what's the matter with you? And mom, what happened?!"

She looked at Feng's mother again. The always calm and elegant woman was like a stranded fish with her mouth open and closed. It seemed that she would die the next second.

Hearing her daughter's cry, she looked up hard, squeezed out an ugly smile, and then turned her resentful eyes behind her daughter.

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As soon as Feng Ying's pupil contracted, he also looked at it.

In the backlight, Han Shaoqing in a suit and shoes stood gracefully, coupled with the constant warm radian of his mouth for thousands of years, like a handsome childe from ancient times, with sunshine like warmth all over his body.

"Yingying, don't you like it?"

They looked at each other and he smiled.

Feng Ying was cold and shivered uncontrollably. Looking at him was like seeing a devil.

Feng Fu coughed a few times, coughed up a few blood threads, and stared at Han Shaoqing's eyes with deep hatred.

"Today is your wedding with Yingying. What are you doing this for? You're not afraid that you won't get a good result after things are exposed?!"

Han Shaoqing raised his eyebrows to Feng Fu, and his cool thin lips extended a joking angle.

"Since you dare to do it, do you think I won't arrange the way back?"

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Feng Fu moved forward excitedly for two steps, and was soon pulled back by the bodyguard. His eyes were almost bleeding, and his mouth made a strange sound.

Pop!

Feng Ying's body softened and fell heavily to the ground, looking at Han Shaoqing's eyes.

"Why?" the truth was before her, and she couldn't accept it.

Han Shaoqing crouched down, and his slender fingers brushed the broken hair in her ear.

"For the sake of your seven years with me, I can tell you."

He looked at the angry father sealing face over there, and his card like smile covered the gloom flashing from the bottom of his eyes.

"Uncle, do you remember that you said to Feng Ying two years ago that I might have closed the house for you to get close to her. I happened to hear it accidentally. Now I can give you a clear answer..."

"You, say, yes."

Every word is cruel.

"Han Shaoqing, you must die!"

Feng Fu roared and wanted to rush over, but he was kicked by the bodyguard on his stomach. He curled up on the ground and moaned in pain.

Han Shaoqing's eyes returned to Feng Ying's face. Seeing that her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul, she couldn't help but slightly hook her lips,

"Only through the merger of the two Koreas can my ambition go to a higher level, but it's more than that."

"Baby, do you understand now?"

This word is like a gentle sword, which cuts the heart.

Two lines of tears filled her eyes, but she laughed.

"Let my parents go. I'm willing to transfer everything to you."

Regardless of Feng's father's eyes, her tone was firm and indifferent, "from now on, I have nothing to do with you."

Sorrow is greater than death, mostly so.

Han Shaoqing was silent for a while and suddenly burst into a laugh. "Yingying, I didn't expect you to be not only naive, but also stupid. Do you think I'll let them live at this point?"

He was still smiling, and his smile was particularly good-looking. What he said made Feng Ying fall into hell.

"Han Shaoqing, you've had enough!"

After the fear, she snapped and clasped his leg, "if you dare to move my father, I won't give you the cause of closing the family!"

"Do you think you really have the shares?"

Han Shaoqing sneered faintly, with a meaningful smile at the end of his eyes, "the share transfer letter you signed before has long been swapped by Secretary Gao. At the moment you signed, closing the house is already mine."