Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When the cold eyes fell on Chen Jiayi, she only felt a sense of fear, like a vine, crawling all over her body.

The mouth that wants to yell loudly closes unconsciously and shivers all over.

"You beat me..."

"Sorry, I don't have the gentlemanly demeanor you think." Bai Xiunian raised a sneer. "As long as I'm a bitch, regardless of men and women, I won't be soft."

With that, he hugged Lu Xinglan's slender waist and turned and left.

Lu Xinglan did not resist this time, and was half hugged and half dragged out by him.

"Bai Shao, are you ill?"

Chen Jiayi was lying on the ground in a panic. She couldn't get up at all. A beautiful face with exquisite makeup was full of reluctance and madness.

"Are you blind or have aesthetic problems? Why would you rather choose an ugly one than look at me more? What is her better than me?"

"So what?"

Bai Xiunian stepped down and stared at Lu Xinglan's scarred face. His eyes were not mixed with a trace of rejection, but a faint love.

"I like her no matter how ugly she is. After all, there are beautiful skins everywhere. There is only one soul that makes me feel interesting and beautiful."

Lu Xinglan was stunned. His deep eyes, like a stagnant water, stirred a slight ripple in the heart lake, which was difficult to detect.

"Don't wear this thing again."

Bai Xiunian raised the mask in his hand, "at least, in front of me, don't use it."

"..." Lu Xinglan's eyelashes trembled and dropped his head.

"Let's go."

Bai Xiunian took her in his arms. When passing by some other diners, they saw Lu Xinglan's disfigured face. They were startled and couldn't help whispering.

"Asshole!"

Looking at the back of the two people leaving, Chen Jiayi overturned the tables and chairs in front of her, smashed all the dishes and cursed for a long time before she angrily sat on the sofa.

"Bai Xiunian, and that ugly, you wait, I will never forget it!"

Bai Xiunian and Lu Xing went out of the restaurant and came to the parking lot.

"Star stop."

Lu Xinglan just wanted to open the door. When he heard Bai Xiunian call her, he subconsciously turned back and looked at her with some complex eyes.

"Don't care too much about what you said just now."

"If you mean what she called me ugly, don't worry, I don't care."

Lu Xinglan has adjusted his mood and his face is unusually calm.

"You're right. Beauty and ugliness are just a skin bag."

Bai Xiunian's dark sight slipped inch by inch across her face beyond recognition.

Those dark purple scars crisscross like centipedes. It's hard to imagine what kind of pain and abuse she suffered at that time.

But as he said before, he seemed to see the confident soul through this absolutely not good-looking face.

"Does it hurt?"

By devious means, Bai Xiunian reached out and stroked her cheek.

Lu Xinglan was stunned. From his eyes, he saw pity and a trace of... Tenderness?

"It doesn't hurt long ago."

She stepped back and avoided his sight like an escape.

"We should go back."

"Fu Yuan did it." Bai Xiunian narrowed his eyes and didn't answer her, "right?"

“……”

Fu Yuan's two words, like a key, opened the heart door closed by her, and painful and unbearable memories emerged one by one.