Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"OK."

"Wait a minute."

Secretary Gao turned in doubt.

Feng Ying's gorgeous red lips opened and closed, and faintly spit out a word.

"Secretary Gao, compared with ruthlessness, I am no worse than Han Shaoqing. If you dare to challenge my bottom line, I will let you understand what it means to have nothing, life is better than death!"

Secretary Gao breathed, lowered his head and looked more obedient.

"I see."

The door was closed gently, Feng Ying opened his eyes silently, and a sneer was on his lips.

For her, one infidelity is not needed for life.

Even if Secretary Gao is willing to help her, she dare not, let alone trust him.

First, she hopes to give the company peace for the time being, and she can take some time to concentrate on dealing with Han Shaoqing.

Second, Secretary Gao is Han Shaoqing's biggest and most important spy.

Once Secretary Gao can't be used by him, Han Shaoqing will start from other places. She can also find out his weaknesses.

A week, like a snap.

These seven days, Feng Ying eagerly absorbed business knowledge and kicked several people she suspected out of the company.

The company has ushered in an unprecedented overhaul.

Feng Ying's vigorous and resolute means are frequent, and the more powerful she is, the more frightened all departments are. For fear that she will be the next person to operate.

"Yingying, I wonder if you are free to have dinner with me today."

When Han Shaoqing called, Feng Ying was busy.

"Well, I..."

She just wanted to refuse, Han Shaoqing sighed with a little astringency, "you have refused me six times these days."

Feng Ying's eyes flashed, "come and pick me up at half past six."

"OK."

At half past six, Han Shaoqing's car stopped at the door of Dingfeng on time.

He leaned in front of the door, dressed in a sky blue handmade suit, all his black hair was combed behind his head, revealing his smooth forehead. He was more and more handsome, angular and elegant.

"Yingying."

In a crowd of envious eyes, they got on the car and left.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Mary Hotel, the largest and only six-star hotel in the city.

Feng Ying frowned and asked, "why did you bring me here?"

Han Shaoqing helped her open the door. Her gentle eyes shrouded her. "I'll give you a surprise."

Feng Ying glanced at him suspiciously, restrained his heart's defense, and showed some joy.

"All right."

Through the VIP channel, they came to the 18th floor of the hotel.

Feng Ying found that there was no one on this floor. The carpet of the corridor was covered with bright roses and beautiful decorations on both sides. The whole picture was romantic and beautiful.

Her eyes flickered, but she didn't speak. Han Shaoqing took her hand and came to a presidential suite.

The moment the door opened, beautiful light music came to my face.

"Is this your surprise?"

Feng Ying glanced at him and took the lead in walking down a path paved with roses.

A candlelight dinner was ready in front of the French window with white gauze flying.

On the white tablecloth, there are all kinds of delicious food, and the candles are dim yellow, as if it makes this space dream.

Feng Ying opened his chair and sat down. He looked at Han Shaoqing, who was also seated opposite, and tilted his head.

"You don't want to propose to me, do you?"

Han Shaoqing said intimately, "although I have proposed once, if you like, I don't mind doing it again."