Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Chi Yan's closed eyes quietly opened, his lazy eyebrows slightly closed, and his hands crossed on his legs unconsciously loosened.

Before he could speak, Zhan Yang suddenly "Er".

Because Feng Ying got up from the ground neatly, opened the door without saying hello, and sat next to Chi Yan.

"Drive!"

Stretch the corners of your mouth.

Miss Feng is really as usual

Chi Yan tilted his head and looked at Feng Ying with a smile. His thin lips provoked a sneer.

"Miss Feng, I haven't seen you for a few days. The thickness of your face has gone to a higher level."

Feng Ying glanced at him. Instead of answering, he tilted his head and leaned directly on his shoulder.

"Don't make trouble."

“……”

Chi Yan's eyelids jumped and felt the weight of her shoulder. Just trying to push her away, he heard Han Shaoqing's low and forbearing voice.

"Feng Ying, I'll ask you again for the last time. Are you sure you don't regret it?"

Feng Ying closed his eyes and looked indifferent.

Across the half open window, Han Shaoqing stared at her face, his dark eyes rippling with the darkness of the wind and rain!

"At this point, only I can help you, or do you think major general Chi will help you out? If he wanted to help you, he would have done it long ago, so you're afraid it's the wrong treasure."

Chi Yan's eyes flashed slightly, holding his cheeks in one hand. He didn't seem to hear his words, and he didn't seem to put him in his eyes at all. He was lazy and didn't make a sound.

"So what?"

Feng Ying didn't open his eyes and replied indifferently, "I'd rather take the initiative to send it to the door and let the pool banquet be ruined. I don't want to see your cat crying and mouse's false compassionate face."

“……”

He picked his eyebrows at the pool banquet.

Abuse?

I don't know who is abusing who.

Han Shaoqing's face sank to the end.

Originally, he was a person who was neither happy nor angry, and tenderness was his protective color, but in front of Feng Ying, he couldn't help showing his anger several times.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak.

At this time, Chi Yan's eyebrows and eyes showed a touch of impatience, "Zhanyang, drive."

"Yes."

Zhanyang stepped on the clutch and started the car.

The car suddenly started and dumped the exhaust on Han Shaoqing's face.

He stood where he was, looking at the moving car. His eyes were gloomy and could squeeze out water.

Buzzing

Han Shaoqing took out his shaking mobile phone and heard his special help report, "Han Shao, I have made an appointment with old man Li. He promised to meet tomorrow, OK?"

"Yes."

After a simple answer, he hung up and dialed another number.

"Do it!"

Two words, with senleng's killing intention.

Feng Ying, you asked for it!

Since she refused to return to his chessboard, he didn't mind pushing her!

Some people will become good only when they taste the lesson!

……

In the car.

Chi Yan glanced at the woman still leaning on his shoulder, raised her eyebrows and was ready to speak.

Feng Ying, like a mind reader, closed her eyes, opened the shell bag in her hand, took out a few large red bills and stuffed them into Chi Yan's hand.

"Here's the money. Let me rely on a few hundred dollars. It's not enough for me to add."

Poof!

Zhan Yang couldn't help laughing. He raised his eyebrows and felt Feng Ying shrink into his arms again. His tone was full of fatigue.

"Chi Yan, I'm so tired. Go to bed first and don't disturb me."

“……”

Chi Yan was stunned and noticed the slight tremor of her body. She couldn't help feeling a strange emotion, and her raised hand finally hung down.