Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When she recovered, she smiled at Chi Yan, "there's good news. I feel that my ability has advanced and my strength has risen again. It's estimated that your eyes will recover completely after a few more treatments."

"OK."

Fu Yuan won't give him much time. He has to heal his injury in a limited time and adjust his body to the peak state in order to concentrate on facing the enemy.

So Chi Yan didn't refuse. He gently kissed her on the lip, "it's hard for you."

Feng Ying wanted to tease him, but when he thought of Zhan Yang, he suddenly lost his mind and just shook his head.

The next morning.

When Chi Yan left, the whole base came to see him off,

They lined up, stood upright, all with a face of worship and admiration, and followed his figure up the gangway with hot eyes.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Sir, have a nice trip. I hope there will be a chance to fight side by side with you in the future!"

"It's our honor to fight with the chief this time!"

"Sir, you will always be my idol!"

“……”

A group of normally unsmiling men shouted excitedly like little girls chasing stars.

"See you later."

Chi Yan turned back, his introverted eyes flashed across different faces, waved to them, and then got on the plane without looking back.

Feng Ying and others followed, until the last person got in, the hatch was closed, the propeller began to hover, faster and faster, gradually rose to the high altitude, turned into a small black spot, and finally disappeared in the blue sky and white clouds.

……

The whole country was shocked as soon as the news of the complete victory of the pool banquet came back!

Not only did he use only one month, but he didn't even lose many people!

After the shock, the people were jubilant, and the pool banquet was pushed to the altar again.

Those most dazzling auras were all over him. For a time, both TV media, newspapers and networks were spreading this news one after another, without stinging all kinds of praise.

Even many foreign media mention the pool banquet, which is also highly praised.

However, behind the scenery, no one understands his real mood except Feng Ying.

He declined the above proposal to prepare a celebration banquet, temporarily refused all the awards to him, and spent all his energy and time looking for Zhanyang.

What Feng Ying can do is to treat him when he is free and try his best to relieve his too tight spirit.

……

Just when everyone cheered for the return of the pool banquet, Fu Yuan, who was reading a newspaper in the United States far across the ocean, immediately sank his face when he saw the news praising the pool banquet.

"Someone!"

"Master Fu?"

Fu Yuan crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the dustbin. "Go and see the exhibition adjutant with me."

"Yes."

Through the garden and a secret road under the rockery, the party came to the underground prison.

Before opening the door of the torture room, the thick smell of blood had floated out along the crack of the door.

Fu Yuan took out a white handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. Then he kicked the door with long legs gracefully and opened it all at once.

"Good evening, deputy exhibition."

He was like a graceful gentleman from ancient England. His polite posture was in sharp contrast to his cold face. "Sorry, I'm wrong. You don't look good now."

The man tied to the wooden frame hung his head as if he were dead. He didn't move. He was covered in blood and flesh. He didn't even have a piece of good meat.