Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"A member of the Godwin family?"

As soon as he heard about the canonization of the imperial capital, his eyebrows frowned.

"Yes, I have investigated. It is indeed from the Godwin family. He is very concerned about Miss Yang Yang, but Miss Yang Yang just ignored him."

Ma Feng said in a deep voice affirmed.

After Fengsheng pondered for a few seconds, he replied in an unclear tone: "I see."

The call is over.

Ma Feng looked at the phone in his hand, a little puzzled between his eyebrows.

Hearing someone pursue Luo Yangyang, will the boss' reaction be too flat?

After Ma Feng left, Luo Ye stood on the spot, looking at the direction he was leaving, with a look of some inexplicable expression.

Luo Ye was confused. Was he threatened just now?

That person asked him to leave Luo Yangyang, and the other party was not Luo Yangyang's boyfriend. Could it be that the other party was Luo Yangyang's boyfriend?

Luo Ye's mind turned quickly and analyzed seriously.

but.

Since Luo Yangyang's boyfriend asked that person to tell him to leave Luo Yangyang, it means that Luo Yangyang's boyfriend knew of his existence.

But why didn't Luo Yangyang's boyfriend come to tell him in person?

After Luo Ye bought the umbrella, he returned to'I'm here' with full of doubts in his head.

He still didn't see Luo Yangyang, so he went straight back to the room.

Luo Ye sat at the window and turned on the phone, and found that his uncle had sent him an email asking him if he had fun in Jiangnan Ancient Town.

Thinking of what happened in the past few days, Luo Ye was not happy at all.

He told his uncle about the past few days, saying that he fell in love with a girl, but the other party has a boyfriend.

When he hovered the mouse on the send button and was about to send the mail, Luo Ye stopped suddenly.

Subsequently.

He secretly took a picture of Luo Yangyang's face and sent it to his uncle.

Luo Ye's uncle, Lancelot Godwin, was a hybrid of Chinese and British Isles. He was forty-five years old and had reached middle age. He could still see his unruly character in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Lancelot Godwin at this time, in his study in the English Castle.

When he saw the email sent to him by Luo Ye and clicked on the attached photo, his deep green eyes suddenly widened.

The person in the photo, in the familiar mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, is wearing a familiar Chinese characteristic costume skirt and holding a familiar oil-paper umbrella.

What surprised him most was that even the gentle and classical profile of the man in the photo was so familiar.

"Luo Ying..."

Lancelot Godwin looked at Luo Yangyang on the computer, and couldn't help but whisper a name that was hidden in his young and frivolous life.

Lancelot stared at Luo Yangyang, who was dressed in ancient costume, for half a minute.

After he recovered, he didn't have time to see what Luo Ye said to him, tapping on the keyboard with his fingertips trembling, and hurriedly returned an email.

Within a minute of Luo Ye's mail, he received his uncle's reply.

Uncle: ‘Cyril, who is in the photo? ’

Luo Ye didn't expect that his uncle would be interested in Luo Yangyang's photos, but he didn't think much about it, and immediately mailed it back.

Luo Ye: ‘That’s what I told you, the girl I like, her name is Luo Yangyang. ’

After returning the mail, Luo Ye just thought of getting up to pour a glass of water, and his uncle's mail quickly returned.

Uncle: "Do you have a frontal photo of her?"

"Strange, why is uncle so interested in Luo Yangyang?" Luo Ye muttered unconsciously while looking at his uncle's email.