Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Secretary Gao?"

It was Feng Fu's old secretary for many years and one of his most trusted confidants.

Feng Ying sat on the ground dejectedly, his face as gray as death.

Han Shaoqing

He's really scheming.

"Uncle, there is no one in the world who can't be moved, as long as I give enough benefits." Han Shaoqing's eyebrows and eyes are wide, and he looks like a modest gentleman. "Well, that's all the nonsense."

He looked at the resentful Feng couple and waved his hand lightly.

"Do it."

"Yes, young master."

Two bodyguards pressed Feng Fu to the ground. Another man took out a wooden hammer from behind, raised it and waved it down fiercely.

Right in the heart!

"Ah --"

Feng Fu gave a painful roar and the struggle weakened. The man was not soft hearted. He pounded his heart again and again. His strength was just right. He didn't make Feng Fu spit blood, and it was far more than the load of his heart.

"Dad!!!"

Feng Ying's eyes are ready to crack, so he has to run to save people.

Dad has a heart disease. He's already stimulated. How can he withstand this blow?!

"Come back!"

Feng Ying just took a step and lengbuding's wrist was gripped.

Han Shaoqing pulled hard, firmly imprisoned her in his arms, and easily suppressed her resistance.

"Just watch."

"You are inhuman! Beast!" Feng Ying kicked like crazy.

"Hissing..."

Han Shaoqing suddenly felt a pain on his face and raised his hand to touch a trace of blood, which was left by Feng Ying's nails.

His eyes were cold. "Come on, look at her!"

Two bodyguards came over and pressed her arms to the ground. She could only watch the father who was suffering from torture in front.

Feng Ying witnessed his father's face turn from white to red. Even if the bodyguard no longer beat him, he couldn't move. He could only cover his chest, gasp and spasm.

Finally, his legs stretched out, turned his eyes, and there was no anger at all.

turn in one's grave!

"Dad!"

"Old seal!!!"

Feng Ying only felt that she had cried all her life's tears tonight. Watching Feng's mother cry and fall on her husband's body, she struggled powerlessly and her tears flowed into a river.

However, what scares her more is still ahead.

The bodyguard tightened the hemp rope in his hand, looked fierce and approached Feng's mother step by step.

"Mom! Get away!"

In Feng Ying's hoarse voice, the bodyguard suddenly put a set of hemp rope on Feng's mother's neck, and then tightened it a little bit.

Gradually, her eyes began to bulge, her tongue slowly stretched out, her waving hands slowly hung down, and finally her head tilted and completely lost her breath.

"Mom!!!"

Seeing his loving parents die miserably in front of him, Feng Ying's spirit is on the verge of collapse. Crazy, he breaks free from control, quickly climbs to the bodies of Feng and his wife, trembles and hugs their heads, and tears roll down.

"Sorry, it's all my fault. I killed you!"

If she didn't know people clearly, if she didn't listen to her father's persuasion, they wouldn't have come to this point.

"I'm wrong. Please come back..."

Looking at her slender body lying on the body crying, Han Shaoqing's eyes moved and walked towards her.

"Yingying, you're wrong. My father-in-law died of a heart attack because we were too excited to get married, while my aunt was too sad and killed herself. This ending is my wedding gift to you."

Feng yinghuoran turned back, and his eyes burning with hatred wanted to burn that smiling face to ashes.

"Han Shaoqing, you will have retribution!"

Word by word, word by word.

Retribution?

He hasn't believed it since he was born.

Han Shaoqing snorted and smiled disapprovingly, but saw Feng Ying suddenly stand up and rush out of the door!

He was stunned, then picked his eyebrows with interest, stretched out his hand to interrupt the bodyguards' pursuit, whispered a few words, and then chased out without haste or slow.

Under the intentional siege of the bodyguards, Feng Ying had to run upstairs and fled to the roof.

The front is a dead end, and the back is a pursuer.

No advance or retreat.

Feng Ying stood on the edge of the roof. The wind was very strong. Even the thick wedding dress skirt was blown high.

Looking at Han Shaoqing walking along with a group of bodyguards, she finally understood.

How could he let go of himself when he killed his parents?

He did it on purpose!

Han Shaoqing looked at her hateful eyebrows and eyes. Her long legs walked step by step, but her deep eyes were covered with a layer of soft color.

"Don't run away. Today is our wedding night. Why don't we continue?"

He held out his hand to her as they first met.

bridal chamber?

Feng Ying only feels ironic. Seven years of company has become an eternal nightmare.

How ridiculous

She looked down, except that she could vaguely see the lights of thousands of homes, a darkness, like a monster with a big mouth, as well as a terrible abyss.

Feng Ying, who has always been afraid of heights, not only has no fear, but takes a step forward.

Did she jump down and finish it?

But

The appearance of his parents' tragic death came into his mind. Feng Ying suddenly closed his eyes with a sad and heartless expression.

But why!

Her death will only make Han Shaoqing happy, and who will avenge her?

Does she want to see Han Shaoqing carefree for the rest of her life after taking away the family and killing her parents?

No way!

Seeing Feng Ying's step back, Han Shaoqing's eyes flashed slightly and then smiled gently.

"Yingying, that's right. Stay with me well, but before the scandal, you don't deserve my wife's position now. How about your lover? After all, men are always reluctant to give up what they don't get."

He kept walking and looked at Feng Ying's eyes, which seemed to have a deep feeling of honey.

Mistress?

Feng Ying wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh. Seeing Han Shaoqing getting closer and closer to her, the faint killing intention formed a pressing pressure and approached quickly.

She instinctively retreated and stared at him with cold eyes.

"Han Shaoqing, today seems to be the first day I know you. Animals are your nature. I don't blame heaven and earth, but hate myself!"

Han Shaoqing looked innocent and even asked with a smile, "didn't you say that you like me no matter what I become?"

When he smiles, he looks warm and sincere.

"Yingying, come here."

He stretched out his arm to pull her hand.

"Get out!"

Feng Ying clapped him as he retreated, but Han Shaoqing still moved forward, followed by the bodyguard behind him, just one second before his hand was about to catch her——

Sudden change!

"Let go... Ah!!!"

Feng Ying felt that he stepped on the air with one foot and his face changed. His body suddenly fell uncontrollably, like a broken kite or a white butterfly, falling into the abyss.

"Don't be complacent, Han! My today is your tomorrow!!!"