Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"How's the plan going?"

When he heard the long lost voice, Lu Xinglan strangely found that he had no previous excitement and joy, nor any hatred, and even he felt incredible calmly.

After a while, she pulled the corners of her mouth and said faintly, "failed."

“??”

There was a long silence.

"Quicksand?"

Accompanied by a clang sound, like breaking something, Fu Yuan's voice was a little shocked, "are you not dead?!"

Lu Xinglan said coldly, "there's no way. The king of Hell won't accept me."

"Why ruin my plan?"

After asking this sentence, Fu Yuan suddenly sighed with a trace of complexity, "quicksand, do you want to be my enemy because I hurt you for a moment?"

Momentary anger?

Hurt?

For a moment, Lu Xinglan wanted to laugh.

She collected the irony that flashed in her eyes, "I don't care about others, but if you dare to seal a hair, then I am indeed your enemy."

Fu Yuan was silent again for a long time, and suddenly turned the topic, "let's meet."

Lu Xinglan just wanted to refuse, and Fu Yuan added four words.

"See you for the video."

"OK."

Before ending the communication, Fu Yuan added, "quicksand, I don't have many capable men now. I hope you can let Mike go. You've never refused my request. Shouldn't you do it this time?"

"I won't kill him."

Aware of a hint of temptation in his words, Lu Xinglan's attitude was unusually cold.

"But it has nothing to do with you. After all, I have known him for ten years."

Pop.

With that, she hung up the communication and threw the knife in her hand in front of Mike.

"Let's go."

Mike bit the knife with his mouth, raised his tied legs, cut a few times, and the rope broke.

"Quicksand." he looked at Lu Xinglan's back and called her.

"Quicksand is dead." Lu Xinglan didn't look back.

Mike wriggled his lips. "Do you still love master Fu? Or the quicksand that can be desperate for him?"

“??”

Lu Xinglan didn't answer, and his figure soon disappeared into the thick night.

In half an hour.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the small foreign building, Lu Xinglan saw Fu Yuan at the end of the video.

He is still a graceful gentleman's posture. Whether he is well-dressed or elegant and graceful, he has a natural noble spirit, and a handsome face is as gentle as she remembers.

Unfortunately, all this is an illusion.

Fu Yuan's deep sight fell on Lu Xinglan for the first time.

"Long time no see."

With a smile on his face and gentle and encouraging eyes, Lu Xinglan unconsciously recalled the picture of his first encounter at the age of eight.

Under his eyes, she summoned up the courage to kill the beggar who wanted to invade her.

"Long time no see." filled with emotion, turned into a calm greeting, "Fu Yuan."

Fu Yuan looked at her cold eyes with no temperature. When his heart turned, he began and sighed gently, "it seems that you really decide to be my enemy now."

"That's not true."

Lu Xinglan's fingers hanging on his side moved and continued, "as long as you don't kill Feng Ying, the past will be all right. From now on, no one owes anyone."

A trace of solitude in her tone made Fu Yuan's eyes flash a strange light.