Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Chi Yan, I hope you don't misunderstand something. I don't have some dark thoughts about you. You can rest assured. In addition, you don't want to see me. I don't want to see you very much!"

With that, she walked forward quickly.

"Well." Chi Yan's calm voice came from behind, "that's good."

Feng Yingtou didn't look back, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Zhan Yang walked to the back of Chi Yan and remembered Feng Ying's kiss to him just now. He unconsciously began to mutter.

"Sir, I think Miss Feng is really a good woman. Even if you don't mean that to her, you don't have to say so..."

It means something.

It seems that she is the kind of woman who has to stick it upside down.

Chi Yan collected the waves in his heart and looked at him like a smile.

"If you like her, you can go after her."

Zhan Yang glanced, "no, I just think people are good."

She is good.

The pond banquet pressed down the annoyance that flashed through my heart, and the purplish red thin lips pursed slightly, looking a little cool and thin.

The wrong thing is that she shouldn't be too close to people like him.

……

Feng Ying came out of the municipal building and was still a little upset when the cold wind blew.

She didn't know why she suddenly kissed Chi Yan, and Chi Yan seemed to have misunderstood it.

Would she like that man?

Feng Ying turned an elegant white eye at the sky.

Narcissistic ghost!

Feng Ying shook his head and got rid of those messy ideas in his mind.

She got on the bus and was ready to go back to the company. On the way, she passed Han group and was surprised to find that the door of the dozens of storey building was blocked by a crowd.

There are media reporters and investors who bought Han's shares.

They looked resentful and shouted and cursed.

Feng Ying takes back his sight, and the corners of his mouth evoke a radian with unknown meaning.

Good play, still ahead!

With her, the crisis of Han group can't be passed lightly.

What she has to do now is to contact Wei Yan.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend.

Feng Ying returned to the company, held a meeting, distributed the work required for the port project one by one, and then got Wei Yan's phone through Lu Xinglan.

When I dialed, Wei Yan's secretary answered.

She asked to see Wei Yan as the eldest miss of Feng family. The other party didn't think about it for long and agreed.

Half an hour later, Yujing.

"Miss Feng, this way, please."

The waiter in uniform respectfully invited Feng Ying to a VIP box.

"Please come in."

"Thank you."

Feng Ying opened the door, and a burst of fragrant and decadent sound came to his face.

In the dark box, a slender man lay lazily on the wine red leather sofa, holding his cheeks in one hand and staring with interest at several women dancing pole dance on the stage.

"Wei Yan?"

The man looked at her sideways, with a warm smile on his thin lips, and the silver mask reflected a dazzling luster with the flashing colorful lights.

"Miss Feng."

"Is that you?!"

When he saw the mask on his face, Feng Ying immediately recognized him.

Isn't this the young man I met at the bidding meeting that day?

Is He Wei Yan?

"Miss Feng, please sit down."

Wei Yan's exposed thin lips were hooked and smiled politely.

After Feng Ying sat down, he also sat up straight, and the lazy breath converged in an instant.