Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"You are cruel!"

The little gangster trembled, said a cruel word, and ran away with the others.

Lu Xinglan seemed not to know what had happened and drank himself.

"Come back with me."

Bai Xiunian pulled her twice. Seeing that she couldn't move, he simply picked up Lu Xinglan and quickly went out of the bar.

Lu Xinglan didn't struggle either. He let her put her in the car and stared at the roof with blank and empty eyes.

All the way.

Bai Xiunian stepped on the accelerator to the end with an expressionless face. His mood is definitely not happy.

When she pushed the door and got off, Lu Xinglan had fallen asleep.

He shook his head, took the man back to the bedroom and gently put Lu Xinglan on the bed.

Watching her curl up a little, her arms around her knees, like a hurt little animal, looking for a sense of security in this way.

"Lu Xinglan..."

As if talking to himself, Bai Xiunian called her, sat by the bed and took off the mask on her face.

The cool fingertips fell on the center of her eyebrows, smoothed the folds between her eyebrows bit by bit, and finally swam to a ferocious scar and rubbed it down along the arc.

Under the gentle movement, with a trace of pity.

Lu Xinglan moved uncomfortably and curled up more tightly.

When she fell asleep, she was not calm and indifferent when she was awake. She was like a sharp thorn full of hedgehogs. Finally, she stuck out her head and showed her soft and real side.

The full red lips were gently bitten by her unconscious, and the vulnerability revealed made Bai Xiunian unconsciously soften his eyes.

He bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek.

The touch of the scar on the lip is not beautiful, but Bai Xiunian's heart swings.

His sexy thin lips slipped inch by inch through those uneven scars, and his eyes gradually became deep, just when he was about to kiss her lips.

"Fu Yuan..."

Suddenly, Lu Xinglan uttered a dreamy whisper.

This dream language, like a basin of cold water falling from the sky, instantly watered out the beautiful scenery at the bottom of Bai Xiunian's heart.

"Oh."

With a smile, he sat up again.

What the hell happened today? Why does he always do something inexplicable.

Bai Xiunian tore open the quilt and covered Lu Xing's appendix. He left without looking back.

The next morning, Lu Xinglan woke up and felt the pain of a hangover in his head.

She leaned against the head of the bed, rubbed her temples, looked at the quilt covered on her body, and the memories before getting drunk emerged one after another.

The cold heart seemed to feel a trace of heat.

WOW——

When she got out of bed, she opened the curtains.

The glare of the sun hit her face and made her squint uncomfortably.

"Lu Xinglan," she muttered, "it's time to wake up."

Once drunk is enough.

"Fu Yuan."

Mentioning the name again, Lu Xinglan's mood has calmed down a lot. His eyes, which have been confused for many days, have gradually restored a trace of firmness in the past.

She straightened her back with a firm expression.

Even if her appearance is destroyed, at this moment, her self-confidence and beauty are still dazzling, which is hard to reach.

She doesn't want to think about whether it's worth it or not, love or not.

More than ten years ago, Fu Yuan saved her life.

More than ten years later, he killed her himself.

Between them, gratitude and resentment are clear!

She was bathed in the warm sun and reborn, but there were some things she had to remedy.

"From today on, quicksand has died. I'm just Lu Xinglan."