Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Impossible!"

Chi Yan's face changed greatly and he was going to get out of bed immediately.

Because he couldn't see, he staggered, suddenly changed his look again, stroked his eyes with trembling hands, and his face was still in a trance in a dream.

"Haven't my eyes healed? And... Zhan Yang, you're still alive? How could this... Feng Ying..."

"Where is Feng Ying!"

He had a ferocious expression on his face, and Zhan Yang subconsciously stepped back, "Sir, Feng Ying really died long ago. You heard of it and said a pity on the night of her wedding.

"No..."

Chi Yan roared madly, "it's impossible! She obviously took me to escape from marriage. The wedding didn't continue at all. How could she die!"

"It's true!" Zhan Yang stressed again. "Although the outside world says Miss Feng committed suicide, I think she was killed by Han Shaoqing."

"Han Shaoqing..."

Chi Yan covered his head with his hands. He felt that his brain was torn by people. Two different memories collided with each other. The brain hurt, and even his expression was distorted.

"Pool banquet..."

Feng Ying found that he could move. He painfully stretched out his hand and wanted to hold him, but his hand went straight through his body.

She forgot.

She's dead.

"By the way, Han Shaoqing has been in trouble recently."

Zhan Yang hurriedly said, "Mu Jingchen didn't know why. He suddenly began to target Han Shaoqing's company. Under the pressure of mu, Han announced bankruptcy early this morning. The outside world said that Zhen Yujie confused mu Jingchen."

Zhen Zhen confused mu Jingchen?

Feng Ying was stunned.

"Where is Han Shaoqing now?"

When saying this, Chi Yan's face flashed a strong sense of killing.

"I'll check it right away!"

Feeling the sudden drop of air pressure around him, Zhan Yang ran out regardless of the command of the commander.

There was only one person left in the empty bedroom.

With a puff, he knelt down, his hands unconsciously tore at his messy black hair, and his dark eyes were full of frightening red blood.

"Is this a dream? How could you die? How could I let you die? What was I doing at that time?! why did I forget you!"

"Pool banquet!"

Knowing that he couldn't touch him, Feng Ying rushed over and threw himself into the air without accident.

Zhan Yang came back soon, with a strange look. "Sir, Lu Xinglan kidnapped Han Shaoqing, and the place was upstairs where Feng Ying committed suicide!"

Chi Yan heavily closed his eyes and hissed, "you send orders to help Lu Xinglan clear the scene, and we'll go there right away."

"OK."

As soon as Chi Yan left, Feng Ying followed him out,

Gallop all the way.

To the roof where she fell.

Han Shaoqing looked particularly embarrassed. A handsome face was covered with blue and purple bruises. One leg was broken and crawled on the ground, like a half dead lost dog.

Lu Xinglan, dressed in black, grabbed him like a chicken cub and walked towards the edge of the platform step by step, with an indifferent expression.

Zhen Yujie stood aside and stared at Han Shaoqing. Her eyes were surprisingly cold.

"Lu Xinglan, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. I underestimated you." Han Shaoqing coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked dejected.

"And you." he glanced at Zhen Yujie. "In order to avenge Feng Ying, you can persuade mu Jingchen to deal with me. It's really a disaster for beauty."