Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Through a frosted door, you can vaguely see the man's slender and strong body.

For her at the moment, it exudes fatal temptation.

Feng Ying trembled and raised a hand against the door. As long as she made a slight effort, she could push it open.

Suddenly

"Yingying?"

Han Shaoqing's questioning voice came from the door.

“……”

Feng Ying seemed to be struck by thunder, and a trace of Qingming gushed out of his chaotic eyes.

Aware of what she was doing, she hurriedly stepped back and suddenly bit the tip of her tongue. The strong stinging pain temporarily awakened her mind.

She immediately turned around and ran away without looking back. By the way, she grabbed a knife on the table and stumbled out of the room.

Han Shaoqing came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, looked at the wide open door, and his face sank a little.

Something's wrong!

Feng Ying is very wrong, but what went wrong?

……

"Sir, when will you return to the army?"

In the rising elevator, Zhanyang leaned aside with a depressed face and squinted at the pool banquet around him.

He stood tall and straight, his narrow eyes slightly closed, as if he hadn't heard himself.

Because he couldn't see, Zhan Yang rolled his eyes. "Since you want to stay in the Cloud City, why don't we buy a house?"

What's the matter with staying in a hotel every day.

"You don't like hotels?"

Chi Yan yawned lazily and asked absently, "aren't you happy with the small card?"

Zhan Yang stared at the dog, "how do you know?"

The so-called small card is a service that some hotels will provide.

"I also know that you walked around the service area of twelve cuddles yesterday."

Chi Yan glanced sideways at him, raised a ridicule radian on his lips, and tutted, "Zhan Yang, how are you? Dare to recruit J under my eyelids, the skin is tight?"

"..." Zhan Yang almost knelt, "wronged!"

He just went down and took a look.

It's hard to be a soldier. I've seen rough men in the barracks for more than ten years.

It's hard to get out, so he wants to see more beautiful women and wash his eyes.

Listening to his wordy explanation of how beautiful those women were and how good their bodies were, Chi Yan frowned impatiently.

"Shut up."

“……”

Zhan Yang is wronged, and nagging is not a crime, okay!

With a Ding, the elevator door opened.

Chi Yan took a long leg and got out of the elevator.

Zhan Yang followed, just walked a few steps, suddenly saw him stop, "what's the matter, sir?"

The pond banquet side looked to the right, "there's a smell of blood. Go and have a look."

Really?

Zhan Yang sucked his nose. Why didn't he smell it?

"Yes."

He answered and did as he was told.

Soon, Chi Yan heard his voice.

"Sir, come here!"

Chi Yan frowned, followed Zhan Yang's footsteps and passed through a dark channel. The smell of blood became more and more strong.

"Here," Zhan Yang said again, "it's Miss Feng. She's hurt!"

Feng Ying?

Chi Yan picks eyebrows.

Why is she here?

"Miss Feng, wake up."

With Zhan Yang's pushing, Feng yingyu's eyelashes trembled against the wall and opened his eyes slowly.

The first thing to come into view is the pale and handsome face of Chi Yan.

He stood a meter away with cold and arrogant eyebrows and eyes. He looked a little careless and looked down at her.

It seems that the born king, even if he has converged, still has a frightening force.

She was stunned, as if she were still in a dream and said to herself, "Chi Yan? Why are you here? Am I dreaming?"