Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"In this life, I have protected many people, but in the end, I can't even protect the people around me."

"Oh..."

A cool laugh, with endless self mockery, endless bitterness, and a hoarse voice, like a wisp of wind, blew away.

"How many people call me God of war, what a ridiculous name. The hero in their mouth is just a waste that can't even protect those who want to protect."

“……”

For a moment, the commander didn't know what to say. He knew that he couldn't listen to anyone's persuasion at this time, so he had to shake his head and leave first.

……

In an hour and a half.

The door was finally opened, revealing Feng Ying's pale and tired face.

"Chi Yan, come in."

Chi Yan went in and came to the pulley car where the body was placed.

With Feng Ying uncovering the white cloth, Zhanyang's beautiful and handsome face was exposed to the air.

Although some scars are still vaguely visible, it is undoubtedly much better than the bloody ferocity before.

His fragmented body has also been connected, and there is no trace at the incision where his limbs were cut off.

"Sorry, I can only do this."

Feng Ying holds the wall with one hand and tries to suppress the dizziness caused by overdraft.

"Although flesh and blood can bond temporarily, because the cells have lost their vitality and the bones can no longer be connected, we must be careful, otherwise they will return to their original state."

"That's enough."

Looking at Zhanyang's quiet face, which seemed to be asleep, and his heart immersed in ice water, he felt a little warm.

"Yingying, thank you."

Feng Ying shook his head.

"You go out and have a rest first." Chi Yan suddenly said, "I want to be alone and accompany him."

"OK."

Feng Ying went out of the morgue. At the moment of closing the door, she clearly saw Chi Yan's body shaking.

Fortunately, his eyes and hands quickly supported a bed board, and then he held his forehead with one hand. For a moment, he opened his mouth, which was a scream.

But it happened that he seemed to lose his voice and couldn't make any sound.

The feeling of grief snowballed in his heart, but he couldn't even find a way to vent, so he had to suppress it and abuse himself.

Feng Ying covered his mouth and sat down on the bench. Finally, he couldn't help crying.

……

Three days later, Zhan Yang was buried in the martyrs' cemetery.

Many people came to mourn. They came and went one wave after another until dusk began to fall and finally calmed down.

The pond banquet in a black suit stood in front of the tombstone. He didn't move for a long time. Even if there was a drizzle in the sky, he didn't feel it.

Feng Ying stood in the distance and watched silently.

Suddenly, a black umbrella covered her. Feng Ying subconsciously saw Zhen Yujie and Lu Xinglan in the same black.

Lu Xinglan always looked cold, but Zhen Yujie had a pair of beautiful water eyes swollen like a peach.

When Zhan Yang cremated yesterday, she went to deliver it. She cried on the spot. Now her tears are still swirling in her eyes.

"Brother Zhan, how could such a good man die? I can't believe it's true..."

Zhen Yujie feels very good about Zhan Yang. She often flirts with him on wechat and sometimes teaches him the skills of picking up girls. They come and go, and they have also forged a friendship.