Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"Aren't Eastern women very conservative and reserved? You are only twenty years old, how could you have a boyfriend?"

At the same time that August was questioning, he couldn't help but glance down.

The face looks so childish, but the chest is quite full, maybe there is a boyfriend, maybe he developed so well, and her boyfriend's credit.

"who are you?"

Luo Yangyang didn't want to answer the question why she would have a boyfriend at the age of 20, looking at August with a vigilant expression.

This man is really inexplicable. She didn't ask him to provoke him, so why did she break into her room suddenly and ask these weird questions.

"What's your name?"

Auguste ignored again, Luo Yangyang asked him who he was.

"Luo Yangyang."

Luo Yangyang looked at August, hesitated for two or three seconds, and then announced his name.

"Luo Yangyang..."

Auguste muttered Luo Yangyang's name again.

With his handsome brows lightly raised, he slowly lowered his upper body, with a wicked smile at the corners of his mouth and a trace of laziness.

"You, what do you want to do?"

August's eyes are particularly beautiful, the aquamarine is so thorough, but Luo Yangyang looked at his beautiful eyes, but his heart became more nervous and more vigilant.

The hands she hugged her chest also tightened a bit.

At the same time, her waist bent backwards involuntarily, not wanting to get too close to August.

Auguste stooped a little bit to approach, and Luo Yangyang stooped back a little bit and stayed away.

Four eyes met the two, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

When Luo Yangyang's waist was bent to a certain extent, the big backpack she carried behind her was placed on the edge of the window, and she could no longer bend.

Auguste, who kept leaning towards Luo Yangyang, realized that Luo Yangyang could not retreat, his body did not directly press Luo Yangyang.

However, he raised his hands on the edge of the window sill and directly circled Luo Yang Yang in front of his chest.

"Luo Yangyang, do you really have a boyfriend?"

Auguste was about 30 years old and still very young. While his mouth was slightly curved with a subtle arc, the green eyes locked on Luo Yangyang's small face made his eyes more presumptuous.

"Yes! Of course there are!"

Luo Yangyang, who stooped back, his entire upper body leaning out of the window, answered without hesitation.

The light in her eyes flashed as she wanted to escape, and she didn't like the inexplicable atmosphere between the two at this time.

She watched Auguste raise his right arm on the edge of the window, his arm bent down to make a place.

Luo Yangyang suddenly had an idea. After she answered August in the affirmative, she had a boyfriend.

She stooped suddenly and got out of August's arm.

Want to escape?

There was a hint of playfulness in August's eyes.

Luo Yangyang did want to escape, but she seemed to have forgotten. She was still carrying a big backpack behind her.

If she hadn't carried a big backpack, and with her petite body, she would have escaped as soon as she bent down and ran.

But the current situation was when her head got out of August's arm.

The big backpack behind her was stuck between the wall and August's body.

She just wanted to run forward, so that her backpack was also squeezed out.

But Augusta moved faster than her, and grabbed her backpack.

Luo Yangyang, who wanted to escape, was just caught.