Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Then her body slipped down a few centimeters. She was surprised and couldn't help looking up. She saw another part of Chi Yan's body sticking out.

Obviously, his physical strength has run out, and he may be dragged down by her and Han Shaoqing at any time!

"Chi Yan, you..."

"Sorry." compared with Feng Ying's anxious face, Chi Yan's face didn't change, "his hand slipped."

Feng Ying's tears swirled in his eyes.

She clearly heard the sound of his dislocated arm

Just as he was about to shout for Zhan yang to come quickly, Han Shaoqing smiled faintly, "Yingying, I had a dream last night."

Feng Ying doesn't want to talk to him at all, and Han Shaoqing doesn't want her to answer, so he goes on.

"In that dream, there was no pool banquet, and you didn't escape marriage, and then..."

He closed his eyes, his look became extremely complex, and his tone was hoarse with pain. "On the night of the wedding, you died. I forced you to fall from here."

"That dream is very real, but it's just a dream."

"How could I..."

He wanted to say, how could he want to kill her?

But he knew very well that if she didn't escape marriage that day, her result would be as miserable as he saw in his dream.

“……”

Feng Ying took a cold breath and was in a mess.

I don't know if she was too frightened or her body became soft due to too much blood loss. She loosened her hand holding the pool banquet.

"Hold on!"

Chi Yan's tone was a little fierce, and her look was cold and solemn. The strength of clenching her wrist increased again.

With his movements, his pale skin seemed white and transparent, without any blood color, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, even his breathing was heavy.

The footsteps of Zhan Yang and others are still faint.

Feng Ying is in a hurry. I really don't know if Chi Yan can hold up until Zhan Yang comes.

"Chi Yan, why don't you..."

"Shut up!"

The pond banquet spits out two words coldly, which is indisputable.

In such a dangerous situation, every second is particularly painful.

Han Shaoqing seemed to have struggled out of the painful memory, and his eyes were clear for a few minutes.

He looked up, suddenly closed his eyes, let his brain shine like a movie, and finally fixed on her smiling face.

"Yingying."

He called to her with a strange calm.

"If, from the beginning, our communication was only pure love without any other factors, would you stay with me all your life?"

“……”

Hearing his hoarse and sad voice, inexplicably, Feng Ying trembled and faintly spit out a word.

"Yes." that's the truth.

After listening to the banquet, Meifeng unconsciously gathered a little, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

"Really?"

Han Shaoqing's eyes suddenly lit up, like the stars in the sky, flowing a gentle light.

But the next moment, these lights went out and replaced by a rich complexity.

He smiled gently, unwilling, regretful, and a trace of imperceptible regret.

"Unfortunately, there is no if..."

He once thought that he would never regret that day in his life.

But at this moment, he really regretted it.

It turned out that at this moment, he realized that the love he despised most was what he wanted most,

Got, lost.

Regret, it's too late.

"Yingying, actually I......"