Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"I'm bored recently. Have fun."

In fact, she was afraid that Han Shaoqing's minions would make small moves in the company and wanted to find out.

Feng Yuanshan shook his head helplessly, "well, which position do you want?"

Feng Ying grabbed an apple, chewed it up, and said absently, "I don't ask much. You sit in the president's position, and I'm embarrassed to grab it. Just give me a CEO position."

“……”

ha-ha.

Girl, your request is really 'not high'.

"Well, you follow me first. If you do well, don't say a CEO. I'll give you the position of president."

“OK！”

Feng Yingli got up, "remember to call me tomorrow. Go upstairs first."

"Go."

Feng Ying went back to the bedroom and locked the door. Then he took out the blue book in the safe and turned to the first page.

Getting started, star twelve moves

What the hell is this?

Twelve strange postures are depicted in the book, one more difficult than the other.

Even the most difficult yoga moves can't be compared with it. It's not what the human body can do at all.

Even the first and simplest one is difficult for her to complete.

Spell it!

Feng Ying clenched his teeth, bent over, raised his legs, buttocks and hugged his hands.

Just for a moment, she was tottering.

Feng Ying hurriedly began to breathe rhythmically with the method of Tuina recorded in the book.

Gradually, her body stopped shaking.

The brain is empty, the muscles are gradually loose, and the whole person falls into an unspeakable mysterious realm.

With the passage of time, she didn't know if it was an illusion. She seemed to feel a strange airflow pouring into her lower abdomen, slowly circling, rotating, deepening and thickening like a vortex.

Until it stopped this change, Feng Yinghuo opened his eyes and looked excited.

"It's true!"

Rao Shi experienced life and death, and Feng Ying was not calm. Excited, he directly took out his nail clipper and stroked to his belly!

The pink fingertip broke a small hole and blood gushed.

She immediately controlled the little air flow and gathered at her fingertips, looking forward to this surprise moment.

However, she only felt the heat at her fingertips and the air disappeared.

The wound is still there.

"What ghost?"

Feng Ying was stunned. After reading the book, he smiled bitterly.

After only practicing for such an hour, she wanted to rise to the sky step by step. What she thought was really too simple.

But it doesn't matter. As long as she perseveres, she will be able to practice to the peak!

A good night's dream.

The next morning, Feng Ying and Feng Yuanshan went to Dingfeng group together.

The group is located in the downtown area with the most prosperous flow of people. The 58 storey tall building stands tall and majestic.

Coming and going are brightly dressed social elites and white-collar beauties.

"Hello, president!"

"Good morning, president!"

“……”

As soon as Feng Yuanshan entered the company, he received a lot of greetings from people.

When they saw a light colored women's suit and exquisite Feng Ying, they obviously showed a trace of surprise, and then quickly changed into a respectful smiling face.

"Miss Feng."

"Hello."

Feng Ying tilted his head and smiled. It was playful and harmless.

In less than a minute, the whole building knew that Feng Ying, the heir to Feng's family, had come.

As a student, or a student who has nothing to do with finance, Feng Ying's appearance did not cause any big storm except to arouse people's curiosity.

And Feng Ying didn't make any move of three fires when a new official took office.