Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Bai Liu ran tilted her head and seemed to be completely immersed in the memories of the past. Her pale little face showed a sweet smile, and her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, with a soft beauty of weak Liu Fufeng.

"Brother Yan has always been very kind to me. I don't regret blocking that shot for him. I just look at him trying to cure me all these years. I always feel that I have implicated him."

"How could it?" Feng Yinglian comforted all the fluctuations in his heart. "You will get better. Trust me."

"Thank you, Sister Feng Ying."

Bai liuran smiled shyly, "I also hope you and brother Yan can go to the end and grow old together."

Feng Ying smiled and handed her the peeled apple.

Bai liuran ate in small bites, and suddenly squeezed his eyes playfully, with a look of curiosity and gossip.

"By the way, sister, can you tell me how you two are together?"

"OK."

Feng Ying simply said the communication process between her and the pool banquet. Bai liuran was amazed, and the color of envy and longing flashed in her eyes from time to time.

Finally, she dropped her head, "I can't live for a few years. In fact, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm a little sorry. I didn't experience the taste of love before I died."

Feng Ying was about to speak and listened to her.

"But it doesn't matter. I'm satisfied with my brother."

“……”

Feng Ying thought her words were a little strange, but seeing her clear eyes, he suspected that he thought too much.

"In the future, you will not only have a pool banquet, but I will accompany you."

Bai liuran smiled and nodded.

Seeing her tired face, Feng Ying told her to have a good rest and then left the hospital.

Just returned to Chi Yan's house, his original master followed in.

They talked about Bai liuran's condition for a while. Seeing that it was still early, they simply nestled in the rocking chair on the balcony, enjoying the cool wind and lazily closing their eyes.

"What are you thinking?" seeing her silent for a long time, Chi Yan patted her on the head.

Feng Ying thought of his conversation with Bai liuran in the afternoon. He wanted to ask. After all, he didn't ask. He shook his head, "nothing. I'm a little tired."

"Sleep." Chi Yan put his arm around her waist. "I'll call you for dinner."

"OK."

Feng Ying closed his eyes. He was not sleepy at first, but he fell asleep unconsciously.

Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear someone whispering. From time to time, a cold hand stroked her face.

Vaguely opened her eyes, and the picture that came into her eyes made her open her mouth all at once.

I saw an easel with a piece of drawing paper in front of the pond banquet.

His bony fingers held a sketch pen. With the sound of "rustling", the tip of the pen outlined smooth lines on the paper.

Feng Ying rubbed his eyes to make sure it was not an illusion, "are you painting?"

Chi Yan didn't lift his head, "did you wake up?"

Feng Ying didn't answer. Looking at the face with a clear outline on the drawing paper, he looked at it for a while. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "you painted me?"

"Isn't it?"

Chi Yan lazily picked her eyebrows, quickly pinched her chin, rubbed her fingers with thin cocoons, and added a few strokes to the paper with a paintbrush, making the painted face more three-dimensional.

He couldn't see, so he had to ask Feng Ying, "do you look like this?"