Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Young master!" Uncle Bai was so anxious that he patted the door hard. "Open the door and let's talk!"

“……”

Chi Yan ignored it, followed his memory, went straight to the balcony, sat on the rattan chair, took out a sketch pen, clamped the drawing paper, and then began to draw.

Feng Ying appeared in his mind and moved the tip of his pen quickly. With the sound of "rustling", a face gradually appeared on the white paper, becoming clearer and clearer.

WOW——

After drawing one, he opened the second page and repeated the previous process again.

As time went by, the dark sky gradually turned white.

Bang bang!

Bai Shuhe and Zhan Yang outside the door dare not leave. They beat the door from time to time. They are anxious, but they dare not break in.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning reflected on the pale face of the pond banquet, he looked like a pool of stagnant water and couldn't lift any waves.

Only when he finished a painting, his lips would unconsciously draw a little radian, his eyebrows and eyes showed a trace of madness, depicted the outline of the face on the paper with his fingertips, and his face slowly became gentle.

Suddenly, he smiled miserably.

It is painful to have and lose again, but at least he still has this memory that is worth cherishing forever.

……

For a whole week, Feng Ying didn't go out. No matter anyone called her, she didn't answer, as if she had cut off contact with the world.

Finally, Lu Xinglan and Zhen Yujie came to the door and knocked on the door for a while.

Seeing that she still didn't open, Lu Xinglan was angry. He raised his legs and kicked fiercely, and broke the lock made of refined steel.

"Feng Ying!"

Lu Xinglan's anger was kicking open the bedroom door. When he saw Feng Ying sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and motionless, he immediately frowned.

"What's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

Zhen Yujie ran over and squatted in front of Feng Ying.

She hung her head and looked numb. The dead breath from her body frightened Zhen Yujie. She couldn't help holding her shoulders, shaking violently, and asked repeatedly, "Yingying, what's the matter? You talk, do you want to worry about us?"

“……”

For a long time, Feng Ying shook his head.

Lu Xinglan frowned, "because of the pond banquet?"

Feng Ying's body trembled and didn't say a word.

Zhen Yujie was stunned. Lu Xinglan's face was colder. She hated iron and didn't become steel. She wanted to scold her. After all, she was reluctant to give up. She only kept a calm face. She pulled her up without saying a word.

Feng Ying subconsciously struggled for a while, but he was held by a princess in Lu Xinglan, got up and strode out of the apartment.

Zhen Yujie was stunned and hurried to follow.

Downstairs, Lu Xinglan stuffed Feng Ying into the car. After Zhen Yujie got on the car, he immediately started the car.

They came to the imperial view and asked for a box.

Lu Xinglan took a bottle of foreign wine from the wine cabinet and stuffed it into Feng Ying's hand. His tone was tinged with command.

"Drink!"

Feng Ying held the bottle in silence and directly raised his neck without a cup. He took a big gulp!

The spicy liquid slid down her throat and stimulated her stomach, which had not been watered for two days.

A sense of nausea came, and she retched uncontrollably. Anxious Zhen Yujie patted her on the back, "slow down!"

Feng Ying poured a few more mouthfuls of liquor.

The wine is strong, but she's a little drunk after a few bites.

Alcohol made her reason disappear quickly, her sober brain became chaotic, and her heartache decreased a lot.