Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

“……”

This woman!

It's a troublemaker!

Chi Yan frowned, sighed slightly like compromise in his heart, stretched out his right hand, but hissed in his mouth.

"Give you ten minutes."

The moment he saw the wound on his palm, Feng Ying bit his lip.

A deep wound ran across the palm of the hand, and the skin and flesh turned over. White bones were faintly visible.

For a long time, Feng Ying didn't speak or move.

Chi Yan can judge her restless mood from her rapid breathing.

After a while, he heard a shallow sob, his heart was shocked, and there was an unspeakable taste.

Some stuffy, some annoying, and a touch of sweetness.

He opened his mouth to say something, but finally said coldly, "there are eight minutes left."

Feng Ying blinked, blinked away the acerbity in his eyes and began to give him medicine.

During the process of cleaning the wound, it is inevitable that there will be pain. Feng Ying glanced at the pool banquet with unchanged face and slowly bit his lower lip.

At this time, the fingertips were wrapped with strands of milky white air

With the movement of her fingers, the air flow gradually penetrated into the wound, and the original bleeding wound began to heal slowly.

In order not to reveal the stuffing, she quickly sprinkled the powder to stop bleeding and promote healing.

At the same time, she carefully observed the expression of Chi Yan.

not so bad.

He was as absent-minded as ever and should not have noticed anything wrong.

After impulse, Feng Ying dared not continue to treat him in this way.

Moreover, she can't completely cure him with her current strength.

"Chi Yan, why did you come to save me? And you seem to know something will happen to me." Feng Ying pretended to be relaxed and broke the silence.

Chi Yan half squinted and said calmly, "because I'm not as stupid as you."

Han Shaoqing is very cruel. He knows very well that two successive failures have exhausted his patience.

It's not surprising that he would do anything drastic under the influence of anger.

“……”

Feng Ying was angry for a while and blinked and smiled again.

"Since I'm stupid, why did you come to save me?"

This time it was the turn of the pond banquet to be silent.

Seriously, he doesn't know why.

At first, he really didn't intend to meddle.

After all, he was never a bad man, but he knew that if he stood by, Feng Ying was likely to die.

As long as I think that she will disappear in the world and I will never see her again, Chi Yan will have a strange feeling, even with a little pain.

So he came anyway.

The mood suddenly became complicated, but the pond banquet was still lazy.

"If you die, who do I want what you owe me?"

“……”

Feng Ying has a sense of disappointment that her expectations have failed, although she doesn't know why she feels this way.

She lowered her eyes and silently wrapped a bandage around his hand.

Who knows, she didn't intend to speak again, but Chi Yan suddenly spoke.

"Your father will recover his consciousness almost tomorrow. Next, you should cancel your engagement with Han Shaoqing?"

Feng Ying smiled bitterly and nodded, "he sent the people tonight, but I have no evidence. By the way, Chi Yan, do you know who they are? They feel much more powerful than ordinary killers."

Chi Yan lay down, hung his injured hand and let Feng Ying bandage him.

"An internationally renowned mercenary organization, called Yamamoto group, involves a variety of illegal industries. As long as they pay enough money, they dare to do anything and kill anyone."