Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Those beautiful dark eyes moved slightly, seemed to flash something, and finally turned into a calm.

He didn't say anything, his thin lips pursed slightly, and quickly wrote down his name.

Pool banquet.

Feng Ying studied these two words.

Every stroke is like an iron painting and a silver hook, full of the momentum of decisiveness.

In particular, the last stroke was powerful and sharp.

Seeing words is like seeing people. That's true.

"Chi Yan, your handwriting is really beautiful."

The pond banquet pressed down a trace of vibration in his heart, tilted his eyebrow tail and joked, "do you need me to sign your name?"

“……”

Feng yingbai glanced at him and got up to put away the signed contract.

When she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something. Her expression turned to flattery and flattery.

Squatting down and massaging the thighs for the pool banquet, the dog leg asked, "can you answer me a question?"

Chi Yan stretched out her two long legs, relaxed and enjoyed her service, and asked leisurely, "who wants to know the hand of Han?"

Feng Ying was stunned.

Can this man read his mind?

"You know?"

Chi Yan sold a pass, "you know that man."

Feng Ying stared, "who?"

Chi Yan smiled without saying anything.

Seeing his leisurely posture, Feng Ying wanted to hit people!

But she held back, kneading his legs and searching Han's enemies in her mind.

Unconsciously, her hand was almost touching the root of the man's thigh

Her eyes turned and she was about to stretch out the claw of Lushan.

By virtue of her moving up hand, she sensed her intention, and Chi Yan pulled out a cool and thin smile arc from the corner of her mouth.

"What else can you do besides this?"

Feng Ying was not angry and smiled, "then tell me who it is?"

Chi Yan changed his sitting position to avoid her claws, and his tone faded.

"Wei Yan."

"Is that him?"

Feng Ying frowned, "impossible!"

An illegitimate son of waste wood has the ability to shake Han?

"Believe it or not," Chi Yan said.

Feng Ying turned his eyes and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

She stood up and stretched herself. She wanted to go. She swept her eyes and saw that the pond banquet had closed her eyes.

In the dark room, he looked pale and had no emotion.

It's like a wisp of cloud in the sky, and it's like only a black-and-white ink painting without any color.

"Oh, yes," she said casually, "I forgot to ask you for benefits today."

She suddenly lowered her head and kissed him gently in his closed eyes.

With pity, and a trace of... Heartache that she didn't even notice.

Chi Yan's eyelashes trembled, and a shivering feeling flashed in his heart. A heart seemed to be wrapped in a ball of cotton, becoming thick and unexpectedly light.

A strange feeling quickly filled his heart. For a moment, thousands of unspeakable emotions wrapped his heart like a net.

"Bye."

Feng Ying winked at him and quickened his pace.

Suddenly, a cool voice sounded behind him.

"About cooperation, Zhanyang will contact you in the future. Miss Feng, I'm very busy. If it's not necessary, I hope you don't bother me again."

“……”

Seal Ying's footsteps.

What does he mean?

Tired of her and want to draw a line with her?

A flame of anger lit up in his heart. Feng Ying suddenly turned back, stared at his cold and alienated face and smiled.