Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

“……”

Chi Yan raised his eyes and looked. The mood on his face had not been collected in time, so it clearly reflected in Feng Ying's eyes.

Looking at the pain color hanging from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as well as the fragility revealed under the forbearance look, Feng Ying's anger and unhappiness suddenly turned into heartache.

"What's your expression? I'm just going to fetch you boiling water."

At this time, the pool banquet reminded her of the night they were together, the same forbearance struggle, the same fragile pain.

Seeing his strong and calm appearance, Leng Bu Ding peeped at his vulnerability. How could she be indifferent?

"You..."

Chi Yan's mood was extremely complex. In addition to helplessness and frustration, he could not ignore the secretly happy flash in his heart.

When he wanted to drive people again, he suddenly felt a little reluctant. After holding it for a long time, he said dryly, "why don't you go?"

"Don't go." Feng Ying sat down and proudly raised his chin, "can you kick me out!"

If he could get out of bed now, he would.

"Have porridge." Feng Ying picked up the bowl, "I'll feed you."

Chi Yan didn't overdo it and expressed his refusal in silence.

Feng Ying narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled sweetly.

"Have you heard a word? Life is like rape. If you can't resist it, you have to learn to accept it. You can't fight me until you're hurt. Zhanyang has been supported by me. You'd better be obedient, otherwise... I believe you like to be fed with my mouth?"

“……”

forget it.

It's not too late to clean her up when she's well.

Chi Yan turned her head, with a thin lip and a posture of abandoning herself and letting her toss.

However, even he didn't realize how rippling his smile was.

"That's good." Feng Ying nodded with satisfaction.

She scooped a spoonful of white porridge, cooled it and put it into the mouth of the pond banquet.

In this way, the two fed each other and cooperated with each other. Although no one spoke, there was a thick warmth in the air.

The golden sun flowed through the half open window, reflecting Feng Ying's gentle pretty face and lighting up the shallow radian of the mouth of the pool banquet.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Feng Ying just put the bowl down. Suddenly, the door opened.

"Brother Yan!"

Before people arrived, the voice came first. Bai Liu, wearing a long plain white skirt, rushed in with a burning fire and ran straight to the bed. His voice was still a little crying.

"You finally woke up. Are you okay? Does the wound still hurt? Ran Ran is so worried about you!"

With that, she went to grab Chi Yan's hand, but she grabbed it empty, and Chi Yan dodged.

Bai liuran's face showed the color of injury, and then he looked surprised as if he had just found Feng Ying, "Sister Feng Ying, you're here too!"

"HMM." Feng Ying glanced at her and his face lightened.

Now she had no doubt about the feelings of the pond banquet, so what bailiuran said that day naturally did not hold water.

She wondered whether Bai liuran was stirring up discord or deliberately doing it, but what she said that day was ambiguous, and Bai liuran didn't know that the person who helped her treat was himself, so how could she do harm?

Maybe she thinks too much.

"Feast..."

Bai liuran just wanted to speak. Feng Ying glanced at the pond banquet and sat up.

She immediately took out a white handkerchief and handed it over, "here."

Chi Yan naturally took over and gracefully wiped the corners of his lips.

"Water."

"Coming." Feng Ying has poured out the water and has no good airway. "You have many smelly problems!"