Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Don't say I'm just blind. Even if I die soon, I'll take back what others owe me ten times and a hundred times!"

Uncle Bai sighed in a low voice and said nothing more.

If the young master is lame, he will be his leg.

The young master can't see now. He is his eye.

Whether he goes up the knife mountain or down the sea of fire, he will rush in front of the young master.

Even if you want to die, the first person to die must be yourself.

……

On the way back to the company, Feng Ying carefully recalled what happened last night.

The more she thought about it, the more dignified her face became. Especially when she dumped Han Shaoqing's face in public and chose the latter between him and Chi Yan, she couldn't help wrinkling her eyebrows.

It's true that drunkenness delays things!

She doesn't want to tear her face with Han Shaoqing so soon!

"Here you are, miss. Take your time."

"Thank you."

Feng Ying got out of the car and entered Dingfeng from the employee's special channel.

As soon as she arrived at her office floor, her secretary immediately ran over, "Miss Feng, I can't get through to you all the time. There will be a department meeting soon."

"Get ready and start right away."

"OK."

The Secretary hurried away. Feng Ying went back to the office to find some documents, and then came to the conference room.

By the end of a serious and noisy meeting, Feng Ying was already the first four.

But Zhen Yujie also called to flirt with her, "Yingying, I heard you didn't go home last night? Fortunately, uncle, I helped you answer your lie, but what did you do with Chi Yan last night? Did you have a romantic night, huh?"

Feng Ying's lips twitched and roared angrily, "I want you to take care of it!"

She decided to forget the scandal, but the dead girl didn't open the pot.

Ah ah!

As long as she remembered what she had done to the pool banquet last night, she wanted to find a hole to hide and never see anyone again.

"Oh, hey, it seems that something has really happened to you. If you really have lovers and get married in the future, don't forget me, I......"

Pop!

Listening to her twitter, Feng Ying couldn't bear to hang up the phone.

Who wants to get married with that bastard?

Pooh!

Get rid of some messy thoughts in his mind and Feng Ying focuses on his work again.

The plan of the port project has come to an end. She improved the details of the plan and handed it to Feng Yuanshan again.

After repeated confirmation, he submitted the plan together with the recommendation letter of the pool banquet at the time point.

After this, Feng Ying spits out a mouthful of turbid Qi, stretches his waist, grabs his bag and goes back to Feng's house.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Feng Lian sitting in the living room, commanding someone to help her get some cinnamon like the hostess.

"Yingying, why are you back?"

Seeing Feng Ying coming, Feng Lian was stunned, and then smiled softly, "don't you still have two meetings to open?"

"Tut."

Feng Ying sat on the sofa, put his bag on the tea table and looked at her with a smile.

"You are quite versatile. It's your turn to rest today. You can know my work schedule. Can you even figure out what color of underwear I wear tomorrow?"

“……”

Feng Lian blushed and looked ashamed and angry.

"Nonsense!" Feng Yuanshan just came down from upstairs and looked at Feng Ying unhappily, "you are also a girl's family. Can you be more implicit?"