Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

A gust of wind blew and the white curtains floated. The coolness of the early autumn season poured in, freezing the diffuse smile on his face.

With her departure, a corner of the heart of the pool banquet suddenly seemed empty.

The feeling of emptiness made him depressed and irritable.

If he still doesn't understand that Feng Ying has a certain degree of favor, then he's too stupid.

Just because I understand, I have to draw a line with her.

He had to get out before he could control his feelings.

"Young master." suddenly, uncle Bai's voice sounded, "Miss Feng has gone."

"Yes."

The pond banquet immediately collected all the fluctuations and looked rare and calm.

"Uncle Bai, this is not an example."

Uncle Bai smiled bitterly, "young master, Miss Feng is really good."

"I know."

Chi Yan closed his eyes, without the usual publicity and uninhibited, and without the usual laziness and meaninglessness, his expression was calm to almost indifference.

"If you get too close to people like me, you won't come to a good end."

Uncle Bai was in a hurry, "don't say that, you..."

"Enough."

Chi Yan interrupted him. His dark eyelashes hung obediently on his eyelashes, making his skin more and more pale.

Suddenly, his whole body breath changed, sharp as a sharp blade, and the cold that rushed into the sky almost condensed into a piece of heaven and earth.

"This time when I go back to the imperial capital, I have some accounts. I should have a good calculation with those people."

Uncle Bai hesitated, "is it too early?"

"It's more than twenty years late. It's still early?"

The pond banquet sneered coldly and waved, "go out."

"Yes."

Listening to the footsteps, Chi Yan helped his forehead and blocked his gloomy eyebrows.

"Feng Ying, darling, don't come back."

His mouth overflowed with a murmur of dreaminess. His voice was unprecedented gentle, but it was difficult to hide a trace of bitterness.

"That's good."

Slowly spit out a mouthful of turbidity, get out of bed, take out a new military uniform and put it on slowly.

Finally, he buckled his military cap with one hand, and the spread eagle wings reflected the cold luster in the early morning sun, which made his face colder and colder.

As he strode out, the inherent powerful pressure persisted.

……

Feng Ying returned to Feng's home and buried himself in practice for several hours. His mood was still not calm for a long time.

After that, she gently shook her hair and a meaningful arc rippled on her lips.

"Chi Yan, since I already know you like me, you can't get rid of me in this life!"

How could the man she identified give up lightly with a few words of ridicule?

The next morning, Feng Ying returned to his long lost school.

Approaching graduation, of course, she can't fish in troubled waters like before. Moreover, Han Shaoqing is dead, and her life is free.

For several days, she stayed at school.

So is Zhen Yujie.

"Yingying." they walked along the artificial lake. Zhen Yujie smiled and asked, "do you have any plans after graduation? Become a lawyer?"

"Well." Feng Ying nodded, "I'm going to take the lawyer's qualification certificate when I get my diploma."

"What's good about being a lawyer?"

Zhen Yujie picked her eyebrows. "Dingfeng is growing stronger and stronger in your hands and is the best in the Cloud City. Why don't you take over the company and be a vigorous and domineering female president like Xinglan?"

"Everyone has their own aspirations." Feng Ying looked at her contemptuously. "Your family has been a scholarly family for generations. Your parents have always wanted you to be a learning bully and teach in the university after graduation. It's best to take another professor's title, but what about you? Unexpectedly, you go to the entertainment industry and have constant gossip all day. No wonder your uncle refuses to forgive you up to now."