Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Forget it." Feng Ying skimmed his mouth and picked up his knife and fork. "I prefer these delicious foods to surprises."

Han Shaoqing smiled, "these are your favorite. Chef Michelin cooked them carefully."

"Thank you."

With a stroke of knife and fork, the soft Foie Gras was immediately divided into two.

"Try this wine." Han Shaoqing poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her. "I've kept this wine for a long time, so I'll share it with you."

Feng Ying took over and took a shallow sip.

The mellow smell of wine immediately spread between her lips, and she narrowed her cat's eyes like a pleasure.

"Well, it's well preserved. It should be the 75 year old red grape bar of Plato winery?"

Han Shaoqing nodded with a smile. Seeing that she had another drink, her rose thin lips immediately hooked.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes." Feng Ying looked at him and smiled, "Shaoqing, there should be something else besides asking me to have dinner?"

Han Shaoqing looked at her. Under the dim candle light, her face seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. A pair of clear eyes flowed, with intoxicating waves, both pure and charming.

His eyes flashed slightly, and his soft face became more and more warm.

"These days, I've been reflecting on whether you alienate me because I've been too busy in the past two years. If so, I'd rather give up my job and inherit Han."

“……”

Feng Ying made a move and raised his head.

"Why do you think so?"

"Am I wrong?"

Speaking of love talk, Han Shaoqing said, "women lack a sense of security. It must be that I'm not good enough. From now on, I'll accompany you as much as before, okay?"

Feng Ying took a meal handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. His face still looked like no joy or anger.

"Shaoqing, let it be."

Han Shaoqing frowned, suddenly stretched out his hand and held her hand, raising a bitter smile on his lips.

"But Yingying, I've had enough days without you."

He stood up, walked step by step to Feng Ying's face, squatted down and looked directly at her slightly stunned eyes, which were full of tenderness.

"I want to marry you and stay with you day and night. You don't know. Every day I can't see you keeps me awake all night."

“……”

Feng Ying didn't say anything.

She was disgusted.

"Shaoqing..."

Just as she was about to speak, Han Shaoqing suddenly kissed the back of her hand, and then the next second, he made an action that shocked her.

Suddenly, he picked Feng Ying up, walked quickly to the bed and gently put her on the big bed with petals.

Feng Ying was surprised. He put his hands on both sides and just wanted to get up.

A dark shadow shrouded her in an instant, and the heavy body belonging to the man was directly pressed down, with a pleasant smell of grass in his mouth and nose.

"Han Shaoqing!"

Staring at his close face, Feng Ying was surprised and flustered. He couldn't care about acting, and his eyebrows were linged.

"What do you want? Get out of the way!"

She raised her hand and wanted to push him away. Unexpectedly, Han Shaoqing clasped her hands in advance and raised them above her head.

"Yingying..."

He lowered his head, and with his low voice, warm breath sprayed on her forehead.

"I remember one year, you were finally ready to be with me, but I tried to refuse you because I wanted to wait for our wedding, but it's not too late."

“……”

Feng Ying stared round, angry and ashamed.