Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The fierce female voice floated up from bottom to top and drilled into Han Shaoqing's ear.

He looked at a wisp of white yarn pulled off in his hand, looked stunned for a moment, and then looked down.

The beautiful white butterfly flew farther and farther until it could no longer be seen.

Dong!

Dazzling snow white mixed with dazzling red, just like a desolate flower on the cold land.

"Oh..."

Han Shaoqing closed his eyes, loosened his hand, let the white yarn in his hand be blown by the wind, and gradually hid in the thick ink.

"It's over."

He turned without turning back, and no one noticed that the corners of his lips, which were always raised, pursed slightly.

……

Aegean cathedral.

Around the church, roses are decorated like fire, and Pink Tulle is hung on the flower rack and flutters in the wind.

From a distance, there is a romantic smell floating in the air.

In the rest room on the second floor, a woman in a fishtail wedding dress was lying on the sofa, her eyes rotating under her closed eyelids.

The originally soothing look gradually became ferocious, like falling into a terrible nightmare and shorting of breath.

Dududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududui——

Suddenly, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Ah!!!"

A loud scream came out of the woman's mouth. She sat up all of a sudden, her hands tight on the armrest of the sofa, and her body trembled faintly.

"Miss, are you okay?"

A worried greeting came from outside the door.

A woman's smooth clavicle fluctuates with her breath, and her face with exquisite makeup is stiff and twisted.

After half a ring, she helped her forehead, looked around blankly, and her eyes showed confused and trance emotions.

Where is this?

And... Isn't she dead?

Does the soul dream?

Bang!

The door was suddenly knocked open. A middle-aged man in a suit burst in with a briefcase. He was relieved to see his head hanging on the sofa and looking at Feng Ying with his hands in a daze.

"Miss, the master asked me to send you a share transfer."

“……”

As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged man, Secretary Gao, saw her suddenly look up and stare at herself. It was like a hunter saw his prey. His eyes were fierce, as if he would rush to tear him up in the next second!

"Miss..."

Secretary Gao, who has always been calm, unconsciously stepped back two steps under her frightening eyes.

"What's the matter with you?"

“……”

Feng Ying looked at him for a long time. Until Secretary Gao's face showed doubt, she hung her head again. Her dark hair was scattered, blocking her gloomy eyebrows and eyes.

For a long time, her hoarse voice opened, "it's all right. I had a nightmare."

However, the fist clenched hand revealed her restless mood.

Secretary Gao nodded, took out a stack of thick documents from his briefcase and respectfully put them on the tea table.

"Madam, the master said that this is his wedding gift to you. As long as you sign this contract, 45% of the shares under the master's name will be yours, and you will officially become the CEO and largest shareholder of Dingfeng group."

“……”

The hand with white gloves reached the document. Feng Ying opened the first page. He didn't rush down, but browsed quietly.

"Miss!"

Suddenly, Secretary Gao coughed, "the transfer letter has been confirmed by me and master in advance. There is no problem. In addition, there are 15 minutes left for your wedding with master Han."

Feng yingsec understood what he meant.