Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

At this moment, these reporters let Luo Yangyang realize that the true meaning of a word is bullying and fearing hardship.

"Let's go."

The obstacle outside the door was cleared, and Wan Ze glanced at Luo Yangyang next to him.

"Thank you."

Before leaving, Luo Yangyang turned his head to look at Wan Ze who was still stern, and thanked him sincerely.

"After you go out, you can't run around, try to stay at home, our investigation still needs your cooperation, and we will pass it to you again."

Wan Ze reminded me of business affairs.

"I know."

Luo Yangyang nodded lightly.

She was quite surprised to be released on bail.

What she worries most is that she will go in to accompany her before the canonization.

Luo Yangyang looked up and saw that the iron gate that blocked her and the vehicle itself had been opened, and replaced by a long line of heavily armed police.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Yangyang lifted his foot and walked out.

The reporters who were driven out of the iron fence saw that the police did not chase them, but blocked them in front of the iron fence to prevent them from approaching behind.

They didn't go far, they continued to hold their cameras and snap shots ten to twenty meters away.

In broad daylight, the flash still dazzled Luo Yangyang's eyes.

She stared at the canonized car, walking out step by step, not slow but not fast.

When she walked to the car, she and Ma Feng in the car looked at each other. Ma Feng was silent and looked at her with quiet eyes.

Luo Yangyang did not open the door of the passenger seat, she walked to the back row under the reporter's unwillingly press the shutter.

Before she could reach out to open the door, the car door opened automatically.

Standing next to the car door, she immediately saw a thick, well-knotted palm stretched out.

The fingers of this big hand are slightly bent and the palm is up, as if to lead her into the car.

The people in the car were sitting relatively close to the center. Luo Yangyang stood by the car and didn't lower his head. He could only see the hand and legs, but could not see the other person's face.

The reporters behind the car saw a hand stretched out in the car, and they all rushed to Luo Yangyang.

"Luo Yangyang, why were you arrested?"

"Luo Yangyang, the one who came to pick you up is your elder brother?"

"What is your relationship with your elder brother?"

"Luo Yangyang..."...

There were policemen who were ready to go. The reporters dared not rush to Luo Yangyang to take a close-up shot, but they yelled when they were shooting far away, not forgetting a few interviews.

Although they knew in their hearts that Luo Yangyang would not answer nine out of ten, but if he did, he still had to ask.

Luo Yangyang seemed to be worried about the people in the car being photographed. In the messy yelling interview, she leaned slightly to block the outstretched hand.

Although I can't see the owner of this hand and what his face looks like, Luo Yang Yang can recognize who the owner of this hand is just by looking at the hand.

So, she lifted the big hand with her left hand, and when she got into the car shortly, she grabbed the door with her right hand, ‘Boom! ’Close it hard.

As soon as Luo Yangyang got into the car, the horse wind in the front row immediately started the car, turned around, and left quickly.

Luo Yangyang, who got in the car, was about to turn her head to look at the person sitting next to her. As soon as the other party's long arms stretched out and hugged hard, she crashed into the other's arms.

"Baby, you are wronged."

Feng Sheng tightly held the thin body in his arms, buried his head in Luo Yangyang's neck, and smelled her familiar aura deeply.

"I'm fine."

Luo Yangyang always thought that she had come.

But as soon as she was hugged into a familiar embrace by the canonization, her eye sockets became uncontrollable and moisturized, and her voice was a little choked.