Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Looking at his cold look, suddenly Feng Ying wanted to cry.

"Why are you here?"

Chi Yan squatted down, tentatively hugged her, found her wet, and immediately frowned.

"How long have you been here?"

As he asked, he picked her up, walked back in two steps and stuffed her into the car.

"Drive!"

Zhan Yang answered and stepped on the accelerator.

Looking at the shadow of the military vehicle, a line of sentinels looked at it for a while and marveled again and again.

"I heard that the major general had a girlfriend a few days ago. Shouldn't it be this sister? Now I think of it, she looks really good. She matches our major general's talented girl. I don't know if my future wife can be as good-looking as her."

"Come on!" the other person despised, "just you old man, you can find a woman and live, that is, the ancestral grave is smoking!"

"Get out!"

At this time, in the long gone military vehicle, Chi Yan held Feng Ying trembling all over.

When his fingertips touched her cold skin, his eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of frost. His anger could not resist his love for her. Finally, he softened his tone and asked, "Why are you here? Is something wrong?"

“……”

Feng Ying's eyelashes trembled and his body trembled even more.

For a long time, Chi Yan didn't hear her answer, and the eyebrow peak gradually gathered a deep fold.

He sipped his thin lips, didn't ask again, just took off her long wet skirt, and silently put his coat on her.

Next, silence all the way.

"Here we are."

The advancing wheels stopped abruptly.

Chi Yan was calm. Zhang Junrong got out of the car with Feng Ying in his arms, crossed the garden and went to the bedroom.

Bang!

With a long leg, he kicked open the door of the master bedroom, put Feng Ying on the bed, took a clean big towel and silently began to wipe her wet black hair.

Although his heart was full of anger, his movements were still gentle.

Feng Ying didn't say a word. After feeling his tenderness, he suddenly turned into another kind of fear.

She was afraid.

I'm afraid that Chi Yan is with her, really just to take advantage of her.

If the truth is true, she can't accept it anyway.

"Feng Ying."

Chi Yan threw away the towel and wanted to say something, but finally, as usual, he only touched her hair, "I asked Bai Shu to cook some ginger soup for you."

Then he turned.

"Pool banquet!"

Suddenly, Feng Ying suddenly grabbed Chi Yan's wrist and raised his drooping eyes, revealing a pair of black pupils and a pale little face.

It was not until Chi Yan asked her what was wrong that a trace of firmness passed through her eyes.

With their eyes facing each other, she slowly opened her mouth, "Chi Yan, I don't want to help Bai liuran."

Chi Yan didn't understand why she said this inexplicably, but she calmly asked, "why?"

"No reason." Feng Ying stared at him, not letting go of every emotional change on his face, "just don't want to cure."

She admitted that she was timid.

She didn't dare to ask Chi Yan directly, so she had to take this circuitous way.

At this moment, she even thought that even if the pool banquet was with her at the beginning, their relationship was not false.

As long as he really likes her and is willing to give up his original purpose, she can care about nothing.