Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

In the chatter, people were both shocked and incredible.

Rong Fei quietly looked at the direction of the car leaving the pool banquet. Her face was as heavy as water. She could no longer see her usual nobility and elegance, and even a faint trace of deep hatred could be seen.

Her hands hanging on both sides clenched into fists. Her exquisite crystal nails went deep into the soft flesh and pinched out drops of blood, but she seemed to feel no pain.

She has loved the pool banquet for more than ten years. No one is allowed to take him!

Feng Ying!

If this woman dares to rob the pool banquet, she will regret it!

……

The cool evening wind blew in along the window and Feng Ying leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

She didn't seem to feel the depressed atmosphere in the car. She smiled and asked, "what's the origin of the Bai Xiunian?"

Chi Yan looked at her and said in a sarcastic tone, "you don't even know who he is. Do you dare to communicate with him?"

"At least he helped me." Feng Ying is a man with clear gratitude and resentment. "Unlike some people, they forget their friends when they see color."

Chi Yan was choked by her, and then looked at her with a smile, "since you have said so, I can't bear this crime for nothing. Miss Feng, you can get off."

“……”

fuck！

Feng Ying slid down three black lines on his forehead, stared at him with hatred, turned his head, and hummed coldly, "I can't go down. Now in the middle of the night, I can't get a car. In case of an unexpected hooligan, you'll be responsible?"

"Oh."

Chi Yan smiled coolly, wrapped a cigarette in his mouth, leaned forward and leaned over.

The fingers with thin cocoons pinched Feng Ying's jaw without any warning and forced her to turn her head.

The two people's eyes were opposite. The pond banquet raised the corners of one side's mouth, and a sinister smile bloomed, which was unspeakable.

"Feng Ying."

"Huh?"

His low and provocative voice made Feng Ying's heart crisp, but his next sentence was like a basin of cold water pouring over his face.

"Hard to get, is it fun?"

“……”

In the dark carriage, the flame of cigarette butts was reflected on the pale face of the pond banquet, which set him like a vampire Lord haunting in the dark night.

Those calm but bottomless black eyes seemed to have the power to see through the hearts of the people.

Such a hook, but also so unfathomable, looking straight at Feng Ying's heart.

"What about you?" she calmed her disordered heartbeat and tilted her eyebrows. "Duplicity, is it fun?"

Chi Yan's breath stagnated, and his heartstrings seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand.

Then he looked cold and released his hand.

"Be smart!"

Feng Ying tilted his lips.

As she sat up straight, she seemed to fall into her arms inadvertently.

Her mouth said sorry, and her hand 'accidentally' touched his chest.

Across a thin layer of shirt material, the action was frivolous all the way down to the lower abdomen and circled twice.

Just about to go down, a slender white hand stretched out out out of thin air.

"Sorry."

Before Chi Yan became angry, Feng Ying immediately made a serious apology and took out his wrist.

"I didn't mean it."

"Feng Ying, I warn you."

The pond banquet leaned back, and the two long legs overlapped, as if to hide something, but the look was cold without a trace of temperature.

"My patience is limited."

"I see. You've said that many times."

Feng Ying deflated his mouth and muttered in a low voice.