Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"What are you doing?" Luo Yangyang immediately became vigilant.

What are you doing on the table?

"You said it yourself, what I like to eat, you can let me eat." The canonization is serious and justified.

"I'm not food!" After so many days of getting along, if Luo Yangyang still doesn't understand what the canonization is talking about, she would be too slow.

Fengsheng narrowed his eyes, and the little thing with the big eyes wide open was likely to run away in the next second.

Before she was about to slip away, his leather chair slid forward.

In an instant, Luo Yangyang was trapped between him and his desk.

"You let me out!" Before he had time to run, the escape plan failed, and Luo Yangyang was a little upset.

"Look at my mood." The two big palms of the canonization rested on Luo Yangyang's little snake waist.

Seeing him forcefully mention it, Luo Yangyang sat down on the desk.

"This is the office, don't mess around!" Luo Yangyang, who was forced to sit on the edge of the desk, tried to push the Fengsheng away and jumped down by himself.

However, the canonized leather chair slid forward a few more points, and he opened Luo Yangyang's two thin legs too much.

Sitting in the boss chair, he just squeezed into Luo Yangyang's legs, brutally stifling her attempt to escape.

"You, you..." The defeat was determined, Luo Yangyang stopped pushing, put his little hand on the thick shoulder of the canonization, and looked at the door nervously.

The door of the office is closed, but you don't need to think about it, there must be no lock.

The canonized secretary and assistant may knock on the door at any time to come in.

No matter how bold Luo Yangyang was, he didn't dare to mess with the canonization in the office.

What's more, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the office didn't even have a curtain.

Although the building of the Fengshi Group is very tall and stands out in the imperial capital, it is still very dangerous.

What if someone secretly takes photos in the lower building ahead?

Luo Yangyang frowned in anxiousness, but the canonization took time to admire her frowning face, and did not rush to eat.

"Evening!" Luo Yangyang, with a smiley face turned into bitter melon, suddenly thought of a way to save herself temporarily, "Will you go back to eat at night?"

After the words were spoken, Luo Yangyang's small face turned blushing thoroughly at once.

She even took the initiative to let the canonization eat her.

Use the word "eat"...

In an instant, Luo Yangyang's small face became yellow with bitterness.

How could she be so depraved!

Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red and black are close to Mo, and they are too close to the canonization, and she is about to fall.

"How can I eat at night when I am hungry? What if I am hungry? You pay?"

Feng Sheng held Luo Yangyang's thin-legged right hand, slid over her thigh, and got into her clothes presumptuously.

"Compensate!" Luo Yangyang grabbed the canonization's big hand, and looked at him pitifully, "Can I still pay?"

She must not be in the office, too ashamed.

"If you pay, you have to be mentally prepared. I haven't eaten since last night. I'm very hungry!"

Feng Sheng pinched Luo Yangyang's tender little chin, lowered her little face, and stared at her deeply.

"..." Luo Yangyang pulled a face bitterly, his eyelashes trembled aggrievedly, "Yeah."

Can she have other options?

Obviously not.

"First, let's have some snacks and kiss one." Fengsheng's hand pulled out from Luo Yangyang's clothes.

He just looked at Luo Yangyang and waited for her to kiss her.

Luo Yangyang, sitting on the desk, was more than half a head taller than the canonization.

In desperation, she had to hold the canonized face in place, and kissed her as soon as she closed her eyes.

Bastard, you know kiss kisses when you have nothing to do, kisses are not addictive.

"Um..." Luo Yangyang, who dared not to kiss and retreated, kissed and kissed, Fengsheng clasped her upper body, suddenly hugged her to her thigh, scared her to whisper.