Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Yingying, let's talk."

Han Shaoqing is not an ordinary person in the end. His breathing skills have calmed down.

He stepped forward and reached out to pull Feng Ying's hand.

Before Feng Ying could escape, he opened his mouth leisurely.

"Wait a minute."

He glanced carelessly at Han Shaoqing. It seemed that he didn't have one. There was a kind of evil spirit between his eyebrows. Coupled with the interesting smile on his face, the so-called seduction is not worth his life.

"Master Han, you'd better think about what you can do and what you can't do before you start. After all, I'm not the kind of loser whose wife was robbed face to face and can swallow it."

“……”

Poof!

Feng Ying wanted to laugh and stifled it.

The pond banquet is absolutely ironic.

She found that the pool banquet was either simple and rude, or incisive and crazy as soon as she opened her mouth.

Han Shaoqing's hand stopped in mid air and looked at the pool banquet.

In the backlight, the four eyes are opposite.

The former has cold eyes and the latter is as calm as water.

Even if Han Shaoqing knew that Chi Yan could not see, he still felt a pressing pressure and a trace of ridicule, as if he was just a ridiculous clown in his eyes.

"General Chi."

He collected all the uneasiness in his heart and said calmly, "I love Yingying. Naturally, I understand how likable she is, so I have no right to stop your love for her, and the right of choice has always been in Yingying's hand, but I still want to say that I care about her more than any man in the world, so I will never give up!"

He was firm and affectionate word by word.

Han Shaoqing turned his eyes and looked at Feng Ying. A smile came from the corners of his mouth, gentle and bitter. "I have something to talk to you about and wait for you outside."

“……”

Feng Ying watched him turn and leave. His back was natural and unrestrained, and there was no lack of bleakness. He couldn't help sinking his face.

It's a pity that Han Shaoqing won't be an actor.

In the face of the humiliation she gave, she not only didn't become angry, but made an affectionate gesture with a gentle and tolerant face.

Disgusting, but not to be underestimated.

Chi Yan Tut, with great interest, gently raised his eyebrows.

"What a serious hypocrite."

Feng Ying looked at him in surprise and nodded.

She withdrew from the embrace of the pool banquet and thanked him sincerely, "thank you."

Chi Yan sat on the sofa and plunged into the soft sofa.

He moved his head to Feng Ying's direction, held his cheek in one hand and asked, "Miss Feng, this time, I'm going to use Feng's home as the price for me to help you?"

Feng Ying glanced. "Don't you believe me?"

She said that helping him cure his eyes was not blurting out. An idea flashed through her mind when she heard that Chi Yan was blind.

——If she can practice the blue book and control Qigong freely as soon as possible, will she be able to cure him?

Chi Yan glanced at her and sneered, "do I look stupid?"

"..." Feng Ying really wants to punch him with a black eye!

She pinched her eyebrows and looked serious, "I won't make fun of your eyes, but it will take some time, if I lie to you..."

After a pause, she continued like an oath, "let me have a bad end!"

She knows better than anyone the despair of broken hope.

Since rebirth happened to her, she had no reason to question the authenticity of the blue book.

Chi Yan tapped his fingers on the back of the chair and suddenly looked up.