Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"Yours." Seeing Luo Yangyang looking at her silently, Feng Shiya thought she was shy, and passed the other ice cream cup in her hand.

Luo Yangyang took it silently, she glanced at Feng Shiya, then at the canonization, and then ate silently.

She didn't want to say anything, and she didn't know what to say in this situation, so she simply didn't say anything.

Feng Sheng looked at Feng Shiya, who was fairly sensible, and he didn't say anything. After the elevator went down to the first floor, he took Luo Yangyang's shoulders and walked out.

Next to the low-key and luxurious black car at Fengsheng, Feng Shiya opened the rear door and shoved all the things Luo Yangyang had bought into the back seat.

After Luo Yangyang got in the passenger seat, she patted Luo Yangyang on the shoulder from the back seat, and walked forward ambiguously: "Don't worry, I will keep it secret for you!"

"..." Luo Yangyang looked back and saw Feng Shiya's big smile with a hearty smile at a glance, her mood was a bit complicated.

"Aren't you getting in the car?" Luo Yangyang asked quickly when Feng Shiya didn't get in the car, but wanted to quit.

Feng Shiya's car was parked on the other side of the city, and she and Fengsheng happened to be passing home.

"No." Feng Shiya glanced at the canonization who was sitting in the driver's seat, and waved goodbye to Luo Yangyang, "I'll wait for a taxi and go there."

Just kidding, she didn't have the guts to take the big brother's car and disturb their two-person world.

When my eldest brother was angry and refused to let her go to Fengshi to go to work, she would cry someone else.

Feng Shiya left as soon as the car door was closed.

The black car hit the road. After Luo Yangyang was silent for a while, he finally couldn't help looking at the canonization: "Shiya knows about us, is it okay?"

It's not that she doesn't believe in Feng Shiya, it's just that she will worry about this matter being anyone else.

Although she has no blood relationship with the canonization, she is not sure whether their complicated family relationship can be accepted by others.

"It's okay." Feng Sheng reached out and touched Luo Yangyang's small head.

"You said..." Luo Yangyang looked down at his hands hanging in front of him, ten fingers tugging nervously, "If things are exposed, Uncle Feng and my mother, will they accept us?"

Feng Sheng's eyes sank, and the deep and bottomless pair of cold eyes, like the vast stars, makes people unpredictable.

"Yes." Feng Shengwei grabbed it sideways, holding Luo Yangyang's small hand wrapped in his palm.

The warmth of his palm came from the back of his hand, Luo Yangyang's eyes flashed, not struggling, letting the Fengsheng gently hold her hand.

Feng's family is a distinguished family with a century-old foundation. They have to face more than her mother and Uncle Feng.

There are also the old man Feng who is not angry and prestigious in the old house, the old lady who doesn't seem to like her, and all kinds of public opinion outside.

Closing the villa, late at night.

Bright moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the big bed in the dark bedroom, there were people sleeping in each other's arms.

The canonization in his sleep slowly opened his eyes. In his dim vision, his eyes moved from the ceiling to the pillow on his shoulders, lying on Luo Yangyang in his arms.

Under the not-so-bright moonlight, he faded his indifferent eyes and stared at the person in his arms, and there was a deep infatuation in his eyes that was never easily revealed.

"Yang Yang." Feng Sheng put his hand out of the quilt, rubbing Luo Yang Yang's tender and attractive face carefully.

Little thing, he is already greedy for the feeling of being trusted by her at ease.

Feng Sheng concentrated on Luo Yangyang, just when his eyes grew deeper and deeper, and there were faint signs of eagerness to move.

‘Knock, knock! ’

In the middle of the night, his door rang.