Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Blood for blood!"

These days, Feng Ying has cried without tears. His face is unusually calm and extremely cruel.

"If you give me a chance, I swear, I will let Fu Yuan die!"

"Yes!" Zhen Yujie nodded heavily and wiped a tear, "we must take revenge!"

"Count me in." Mu Jingchen came over with a black umbrella.

In the rain, his face was blurred, but his tone was very cold, showing the breath of killing for the first time.

"Fu Yuan had better not hit me, or I will let him pay the price of bleeding!"

"Listening to the words of several people, Lu Xinglan lowered his eyes, collected his thoughts from the bottom of his eyes and sighed slightly.

She had no comfort, and any words seemed too pale at such a time.

"Here is the umbrella."

Zhen Yujie stuffed the umbrella handle into Feng Ying's hand, then drilled under Lu Xinglan's umbrella, looked at the pool banquet and sighed.

"Yingying, you're good at persuading Chi banquet. No matter how painful it was in the past, it's all over."

Persuade?

She won't persuade.

Such words can't even persuade herself. How can she persuade Chi Yan?

However, Feng Ying still held an umbrella and walked to the pond banquet to block the drizzle for him.

His whole body was soaked, and his wet broken hair was pasted on his forehead, making his skin pale to almost transparent.

Feng Ying hesitated again and again and said softly, "Chi Yan, go back and change your clothes. Be careful of catching a cold."

The pond banquet turned a deaf ear and did not move.

“……”

Feng Ying is really worried that these days, he doesn't eat or drink like self abuse, and the previous injury hasn't completely healed. He's really afraid that his body will go wrong if he tosses like this.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the sleeve of the pool banquet.

But he didn't want to pull so gently. His vain steps stumbled and the whole man fell to the ground.

It is conceivable that he is physically and mentally weak to what extent!

Feng Ying was startled and hurriedly went to help him, but he murmured, "Zhanyang, help me up."

“……”

Feng Ying's hand hanging in the air suddenly froze and burst into tears.

She bit her lips and forced her tears back. She stretched out her hand again to help the pool banquet up, but saw him suddenly stunned, looked in a trance, then smiled silently, pushed Feng Ying's hand away, and stood up silently.

"Pool banquet..."

Feng Yingming knew that persuasion was useless, but he couldn't help opening his mouth.

However, as soon as I spit out two words, I feel that I have been patted on the shoulder. The conditioned reflex turns back, and the eye is a shiny big bald head.

"Benefactor, since you know it's useless, why say more“

“……”

Feng Ying looked blankly at the sudden emergence of the young monk.

Did the pond banquet invite a monk to spend time with Zhan Yang?

No, which monk would dress like this?

Feng Ying looked at him a few times and found that he was very delicate. His long eyebrows were as clear and meaningful as a distant mountain. The corners of his mouth were hooked with an appropriate radian, but his smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, which made his whole person have a sense of abstinence and dare not blaspheme. Even his solemn military uniform was worn out of his cassock.

The monk looked at the pond banquet, "Sir, I'm sorry I'm late. Fortunately, I caught the last trip to see him off."

Chi Yan finally looked up and looked at him, "sorry, Xiao Lian, I forgot to inform you."