Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Why?

Why does she have no ambition, but she has to preserve some power here?

He became more and more curious about her.

Lu Xinglan is like a question mark, shrouded in too many mysterious auras, making the strong have an impulse to dig.

……

On the other hand, Chi Yan received the news from Bai Xiunian that "there is no news yet".

Feng Ying also knew, and asked with some entanglement, "will Fu Yuan take the bait? He is very cunning."

"Yes."

Xiao Lian, sitting on the sofa, answered instead of Chi Yan.

"As long as a person has desire, he will have flaws. Fu Yuan's desire is his ambition."

"That's right."

Chi Yan's face was calm and his killing intention was faint in his eyes.

"Now he has another desire to defeat me. Only when his forces penetrate into China can he find more opportunities to deal with me."

Feng Ying doesn't know how fierce he is.

"Just wait."

Xiao Lian grabbed a piece of preserved meat from the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and began to chew.

Feng Ying was surprised. "Can't monks eat meat? Don't talk about wine and meat. The Buddha won't forgive you!"

Xiao Lian glanced at her. Qingjun's face was really like that with a solemn expression.

"Buddha said that color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Therefore, when I think I am a monk, I am a monk. When I think I am not, I am not. Female benefactor, it is also a sin to be more serious. Amitabha."

Feng Ying twitched at the corner of his mouth and pulled the sleeve of the pool banquet. "How can you find a monk to be your deputy? He's not afraid that he will change you? If he tells you every day that sex is empty and makes you not close to women, what should I do then?"

Her face was small and wronged, so that the pond banquet finally hooked her lips slightly, and the haze in her heart also dispersed a bit.

Xiao Lian looked at her and said solemnly, "Sir, there is a knife on the prefix of color. Women are demons. I suggest you stay away from the devil and convert to my Buddha. It's good."

what the fuck!

He really wants to turn Chi Yan into a monk.

Seeing her frying hair, Chi Yan patted her hand in a soothing way, and gave Xiao a warning by the way, "ignore him, he is a fake monk."

Feng Ying glanced at his bald head. Sure enough, he didn't see the ring scar on his head.

"Then why did he get a bald head?"

Xiao Lian smiled at her with unspeakable solemnity and indifference.

Feng Ying thought he was going to talk about the Buddha again. Who knows that his eyebrows were raised.

"I like it."

"..." suddenly there was an impulse to kill him.

Because of the quarrel between Feng Ying and Xiao, there was finally a sign of recovery in the dull environment.

"Brother Yan!"

Suddenly, a charming voice came in, and Bai liuran's figure appeared at the door.

"Young master," explained uncle Bai, "Ran Ran said she missed you and wanted to see you."

"Brother Yan, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

Bai liuran was still wearing an elegant white skirt, her dark hair wrapped her palm sized face, and her pale skin color and timid expression gave her a feeling of pity at first sight.

"I heard that you won the war. I was ill in the hospital and didn't come to congratulate you. Today, the doctor said I was much better than before."

"That's good."

The word "victory" in her mouth was like an invisible hand, tearing open the unhealed scar at the bottom of Chi Yan's heart.