Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

In this case, Han's stock has almost fallen by the limit, many projects have been interrupted, and more and more companies terminate their contracts with Han.

For a time, Han's turbulent news filled the headlines of major financial editions.

"Han's building is about to collapse, and the group's executives have done nothing!"

Han Shi is in danger and facing the crisis of bankruptcy

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Such reports can be seen everywhere, whether on television, newspapers or the Internet.

It seems that overnight, Han has changed from an enterprise with unlimited scenery to a poor man who will be destroyed at any time.

Looking at these bad news about Han, Feng Ying turned off the computer, got up and stretched his waist, revealing an enchanting and slender waist.

The recent good news is really one after another.

Her cooperation with Wei Yan was smooth, Han's crisis was heavy, and dad's health was getting better.

Back home, Feng Ying talked with Feng Yuanshan for a while. He was relieved to see his ruddy face and good mental state.

Just wanted to go back to the room to practice, Feng Yuanshan stopped her, looking a little serious.

"Yingying, I ask you, did you move your hands and feet about Han?"

Feng Ying was stunned and shook his head decisively, "No."

Feng Yuanshan eased his look, "Shaoqing is your fiance after all. If he asks you for help, we can help him."

Feng Ying frowned. After a moment of silence, he seriously said, "Dad, I don't want to refute anything with you, but I can assure you that Han Shaoqing's fox tail is about to show up. You will understand everything at that time."

Before there is no evidence, even if she tells Han Shaoqing's plot, her father won't believe it.

Feng Yuanshan wriggled his lower lip and wanted to say something, but when he saw his daughter's cold and Su look, he still nodded.

"All right."

Although he didn't know what the child meant, he also had a good feeling for Han Shaoqing.

But anyway, the position of his daughter in his heart is always the most important.

"Thank you, Dad. Believe me." Feng Ying smiled. "By the way, there will be a board of directors tomorrow. Dad will attend. I asked Zhen Zhen and Xinglan to play."

"OK." Feng Yuanshan nodded.

"Then Dad has an early rest."

With that, Feng Ying returned to the room and began to practice.

As a decision-maker, she will not practice everything.

Now the port project is under way, and the situation within the company is also very good.

So she should think about how to deal with Han. Han Shaoqing's counterattack must be coming soon

At that time, once you tear your face, a war is inevitable.

Feng Ying's guess is right.

She just didn't expect that Han Shaoqing's counterattack would come so fast and surprise her.

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Han group.

Han Shaoqing stood in front of the French window. Qingjun's face was calm with a trace of wind and rain.

For a long time, he picked up a stack of photos from the drawer, snapped them on the table, and then said to the special assistant on standby, "you know what to do."

"I see."

Tezhu picked up the photo and respectfully withdrew.

Han Shaoqing took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"The day after tomorrow."

The four words of calm and no wave were full of cold murderous spirit.

With a positive response from the other party, Han Shaoqing ended the communication.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the paparazzi or angry investors lying in ambush downstairs across the distance of the high-rise building of more than 20 floors. His thin lips pursed in a straight line slowly aroused a cold and ferocious smile, but his tone was strange and gentle.

"Feng Ying, as I said, you can't escape."