Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He seems to remember, in the last dream.

He kissed her.

Chi Yan's eyelids jumped.

So, that's not a dream?

He pressed down a strange emotion in his heart, leaned back as if he had no bones, and said lazily, "sorry, I have transient amnesia."

“……”

Pooh!

When she's stupid?

Even if he couldn't see it, Chi Yan could detect her bad eyes. He looked at her and spit out two words concisely.

"Go down."

"I don't!"

Feng Ying's stubborn temper also came up, with his arms around his chest and a noble, cold and gorgeous posture.

"Why do you kiss whenever you want? If you tell me to go down, I'll go down?"

Chi Yan glanced at her and smiled. There was a trace of ridicule in the evil spirit.

"I don't mind letting you kiss back."

Looking at the provocation hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, Feng Ying raised her eyebrows. She didn't even hesitate. She bent down directly and listened to the sound of "Bo". She kissed his pale thin lips crisp and neatly, and then enjoyed licking the corners of her lips.

"Major general Chi, it's a good thing. I'll say it earlier next time. I'll enjoy it!"

“……”

Her kiss, like a feather, fell on his heart, with a crisp itch.

Suddenly, he was a little upset.

"Oh."

Thin lips spilled a cool smile, with lingering irony, "Miss Feng, is it fun to play hard to get“

"What?"

Feng Ying was confused.

Chi Yan sat up, one arm holding her slender waist, Junrong approached a little, laughing evil, and the slightly cold voice was ironic.

"Who said last time not to meet again as much as possible? But as soon as I woke up, Miss Feng couldn't wait to throw herself into my arms. Unfortunately, your trick was useless to me."

Feng Ying sipped his lips.

For a long time, she took a deep breath and met his evil smiling face.

"No way." she sighed melancholy, "major general Chi has a high position and great power. I can't forget that I have to make an appointment with you again, so I'm here."

The pond banquet is like a smile.

The woman's cheek is as thick as ever.

"Really?"

His slender fingers ran down the open shirt collar, arousing a string of small pimples on her skin.

And his tone of pretending to be seductive, like a gust of wind, blew through Feng Ying's ears.

"Just now Zhan Yang said that you are also interested in me in coma. Why don't you come now, huh?"

"Although I am very excited, I choose to refuse."

Feng Ying woke up and jumped out of bed. "You just woke up, you'd better have a good rest first."

Her tone suddenly became serious.

Chi Yan moved his eyebrows, "don't be dissatisfied."

Feng Ying patted his hand as if he were coaxing an awkward child.

"When you wake up, I'll treat you to a 16 yuan spicy perm. You can't get out of bed."

Chi Yan sneered and didn't bother to pay attention to her dreams. He simply ordered to leave.

"You can go."

I thought Feng Ying would be entangled. Who knows, she promised happily.

"Then I'll go out."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Chi Yan's lazy expression surged into a trace of complexity.

"Feng Ying..."

He whispered her name as if he were saying a spell.

I don't know whether Fengying's treatment has had an effect or whether Chi Yan's recovery is strong.

After some examination, the hospital confirmed his health.