Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"It's really my honor to be invited by Miss Feng. I specially prepared wine and dance entertainment. I don't know if Miss Feng is satisfied?"

Feng Ying looked at him and looked at him from the bottom of his eyes.

It has to be said that her cognition of Wei Yan seems to be wrong.

The young man she thought was quiet and beautiful has unconsciously grown up and become a man she can't see through.

"I'm not looking for you to drink."

Feng Ying's eyes narrowed slightly and said bluntly, "Wei Yan, cooperate with me."

“……”

Wei Yan glanced at her. The silver mask covered most of his face, making people unable to see his expression.

But that pair of beautiful black eyes twinkled with a strange luster, still warm.

"Miss Feng is so direct, I won't beat around the bush with you, but I want to ask you a question. Why do you cooperate with me?"

He said this without sarcasm and asked very honestly.

Feng Ying is not angry. He has his hands around his chest and has a sharp momentum.

"I won the port project."

"Wei Yan, let me be frank."

"I know you are behind Han's crisis. Since we all have the same purpose, wouldn't it be a pity if we didn't cooperate?"

Hearing the speech, Wei Yan peeled a mint and threw it in his mouth. His posture was graceful and there was no lack of consistent humility.

For Feng Ying's words, he didn't refute, but smiled low, "Miss Feng said very beautiful, and I was also a little moved, but I had some doubts. Why did you suddenly change your heart for Han Shaoqing not long ago?"

He looked sideways at the past and couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes with a smile.

"So first, I won't cooperate with someone who turns his face faster than turning a book. Second, I have every reason to suspect that you have no more love for Han Shaoqing."

First, Feng Ying cannot refute.

As for the second point?

"Your suspicion is justified."

Feng Ying is not angry but happy. If Wei Yan really agrees to her cooperation without hesitation, she will worry.

Feng Ying slowly stood up, walked to Wei Yan, looked down at him from a commanding position, then slowly lowered his upper body and put one hand on the back of the sofa.

At this time, her face was only a few centimeters away from Wei Yan.

The two people looked at each other and noticed the suspicion in his eyes. Feng Ying suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, "but want to prove? It's very simple."

She raised her hand and fell on Wei Yan's mask, gently stroking it.

Wei Yan frowned, and there was a trace of disgust at the bottom of his eyes.

Feng Ying seemed imperceptible and said faintly, "I hated you the first time I saw you that night. Do you know why?"

“……”

Wei Yan's eyes narrowed slightly and remained silent.

"Because you like to pretend like Han Shaoqing!"

Feng Ying's tone suddenly cooled down, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

Seeing Wei Yan's eyebrows, she smiled, but her eyes were still innocent and pure. She couldn't help sneering.

"Look, you are like this. You always like to carry a polite and gentle hypocrite like jade. Every time I see it, I want to tear your hypocritical skin!"

There was a chill in her eyes.

Wei Yan suddenly smiled, his narrow eyes cocked up, and the wave light was really flowing, unspeakable temptation.

"Miss Feng, is this hate house and Wu?"

"You can understand that."

For a moment, Fengying's momentum was restrained and restored to its usual indifference and elegance.