Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

“……”

Zhen Yujie took a swipe at the corners of her mouth, found a golden card from her expensive bag and threw it on him.

"Look at your stingy way. This is the membership card of Yujing. I charged a lot last time. It's enough. Here you are."

Mu Jingchen picked his eyebrows, "brush casually?"

"Whatever you want."

Zhen Yujie was too lazy to argue with him, so she waved her hand and went out.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard mu Jingchen's laughter, "brother Zhanyang, stay and have a few drinks with me. No matter how much I drink, I'll pay the bill. See how good I am to you. Is it much more generous than the guy at the pool banquet?"

“……”

Bah, that's my money!

Zhen Yujie was half dead, and Zhan Yang rolled his eyes. "I have to drive for the officer. Drink slowly by yourself!"

With that, he also left, leaving mu Jingchen alone, crossing his legs and opening a bottle of wine lonely, while tasting it slowly and sighing.

"Life is as lonely as snow. Alas!"

Chi Yan, who went out one step in advance, stuffed the little drunkard in his arms into the rear seat and just wanted to straighten up.

Suddenly, Feng Ying pulled his arm around his neck.

Caught off guard, his body fell uncontrollably, and the whole person stuck to her.

The soft touch made his body stiff for a moment.

"Hey, hey."

She looked at the face close to the pool banquet and smiled foolishly, "handsome boy, enjoy a face to eat together?"

“……”

The heat of speaking accompanied by the aroma of wine sprayed on the face of the pool banquet.

Even if he couldn't see her expression, he could imagine what she looked like at the moment. He immediately sneered with contempt and a word jumped out of his thin lips.

"Stupid."

Pushing her away, he stood up straight.

"Be honest. I'll let Zhan Yang take you back."

Before he could turn around, Feng Ying suddenly sat up and grabbed his hand. His small face came together and pasted it on the back of his hand.

She frowned, like a wronged little girl, and murmured unconsciously in her mouth.

"I don't want to go back. I want to rest. I'm so tired, so tired..."

Her tone had a hint of obvious fragility and strong fatigue.

Like a traveler who has been walking for many days, he can't wait to find a safe harbor to rest.

Aware that the skin on the back of her hand was stained with the heat of her cheek, Chi Yan was stunned.

There was a slight softness in a corner of his heart, and he didn't even notice the sudden softness.

"What are you tired of?"

"In fact, you're right. I've always been an unwise person, even stupid."

Feng Ying didn't answer him. He still kept his original posture, closed his eyes, like talking in a dream.

"Even if I knew some ugly truth by mistake and changed my fate in time, the later things were beyond my control."

"Family, company, hatred, too many things bound me..."

"I walk hard every step."

"I force myself to become strong. Unfortunately, I'm still the unwise Feng Ying. I don't even know if history will repeat itself."

Feng Ying raised his head, revealing a pair of misty tears, and the strength of holding his hand was tighter.

It was as if the drowning man had grabbed a straw, and his voice overflowed with a broken sob.

"Tell me, will my efforts just be in vain? Am I destined to lose everything and die?"