Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Destiny?"

Looking at his distant back, Bai Xiunian looked very complicated for a moment.

The next second, he bent his fingers and flicked off the cigarette that had burned half of his fingertips. With an elegant step of his long legs, he stepped on the precious black leather shoes and crushed the cigarette butts. With a sneer of his mockery, "who knows?"

On the other side, Feng Ying hesitated for a long time and asked Chi Yan, "Bai Xiunian doesn't know you are his... Twin brother?"

"You don't have to worry about anything in front of me."

Her tone was cautious. Of course, Chi Yan heard it. She couldn't hear her happy and angry reply, "he probably didn't know I was there."

The Bai family has been handed down from generation to generation, so when his mother has twins, the elders will feel wrong and carry out divination, and finally come to the decision that "the two sons must give up one".

Later, the Bai family leader insisted on keeping him, and the Presbyterian Council once gave another suggestion - keep him and kill Bai Xiunian.

In other words, before he and Bai Xiunian, one must disappear.

Moreover, one day, he will go back to Bai's house and get back what belongs to him himself.

But Bai Xiunian is already the little Lord of the Bai family.

There is bound to be a decisive battle between them.

"Maybe this is my destiny and his destiny."

Under the indifferent expression of the pond banquet, there are extremely complex emotions, satire, sigh, sadness, and finally turn into a touch of cold.

Feng Ying sighed silently. Without entanglement on this topic, she asked another thing she cared about, "Bai Xiunian just said you were going to the battlefield. Where is there another war?"

"This is the main content of today's military headquarters meeting."

The pond banquet hooked his lips and smiled with a gentle smile with the magic that can dispel all the haze, "you go back to the Cloud City first and wait until you come back."

"OK." Feng Ying waved to him, "then I'll go first."

"Yes."

The banquet turned around and walked into the military headquarters building, which symbolized the heart of China.

"Zhan Yang."

In the car, Feng Ying held his cheek in one hand and frowned. "Last time I asked you what disease you had at the Chi banquet, you hesitated. Now you can always tell me? Anyway, he will be outside, the military order is not acceptable, and I won't tell him secretly."

"Miss Feng, have you heard of PTSD?"

Through the rearview mirror, Zhan Yang saw Feng Ying's face confused, smiled and explained, "commonly known as post-traumatic stress disorder, in short, it is a mental disorder derived from a person's great physical and mental trauma. The clinical manifestation is unconscious memories and repeated experiences of the pain at that time."

Feng Ying probably guessed something, but he still felt heavy and distressed about the pool banquet.

At a young age, he suffered such great changes. He escaped from the White House with nothing. He also suffered from that kind of psychological disease and suffered from painful torture day after day.

Others only saw his magnificent scenery, but they didn't know how much bitterness and pressure he had endured behind the glory.

"Miss Feng, you don't have to worry." Zhan Yang said comfortingly, "I believe with you, sir, he won't get sick again in the future. I have confidence in you."

Feng Ying shook his head, "no, if you want to be completely cured, unless Chi Yan returns to Bai's house and personally ends the past nightmare, you can't guarantee that it will recur one day."

So the Bai family, the pool banquet must go back.