Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

The canonization's eyes were too deep, as deep as an ancient well, looking at her like a monster.

"Luo Yangyang." Feng Sheng stared at the bathroom door without blinking, Luo Yangyang with wet hair scattered on his shoulders.

I don't know when, when Luo Yangyang murmured these three words between his lips and teeth, he actually felt happy.

"Hmm." The canonization voice is very magnetic and very nice.

But Luo Yangyang looked at him, but he didn't dare to approach him like roots.

How does she feel that the canonization is a bit weird tonight.

Seeing Luo Yangyang, whose small face was moisturized and able to pinch out water just after the bath, Fengsheng tempted softly: "Come here."

The skeleton of the little thing is very small. She doesn't like to wear a nightdress. She wears a large long nightgown on her body, which makes her figure more slender.

The cartoon pattern of the jingle cat on her pajamas matched her immature face.

Fengsheng looked at her, and a sense of guilt suddenly rose in his heart.

The little thing was so young, only nineteen years old, so he ate her.

But this sense of guilt was soon suppressed by him, and he would compensate her well.

"What do you want to do?" Luo Yangyang hesitated for a moment and walked towards him.

The room is so big, she has recognized the facts early, and there are some things, no matter how she can escape, she can't escape.

"Yes." Fengsheng nodded affirmatively looking at the little things approaching him step by step.

"..." Luo Yangyang was taken aback for a moment before he realized that the Fengsheng actually thought of that, "Rogue!"

As a result, Luo Yangyang, who walked quickly to the canonization, turned around, walked to the bedside table and held up a water glass.

"Small things." Looking at Luo Yangyang, who raised her small white neck and drank water, the canonization voice was not very loud, "Let's socialize."

"Puff--" Luo Yangyang, who was drinking water, sprayed gorgeously.

Inhaling a mouthful of water in his mouth, he was stimulated to spray all the culprit at the canonization.

"Cough...cough cough..." Luo Yangyang quickly put down the water glass, his other hand kept beating his chest, "cough—"

Luo Yangyang, whose face blushed from the choking, after a little relief, stared at the canonization in shock: "Canonization! What did you just say?"

God!

There must be something wrong with her ears!

The canonized saint who was sprayed with water, cold eyes calmly looked at Luo Yangyang who was shocked.

Does the little thing need to be so shocked?

Will her reaction be too big?

Feng Sheng stared at her without speaking, Luo Yangyang looked at the drops of water on his face, and was shocked, and quickly drew a few tissues from the bedside table.

She walked over weakly and silently wiped off the water on his face in his cold eyes.

Although it was the water she sprayed, she would not apologize.

If it weren't for the canonization, she wouldn't spray water so uncharacteristically, it would be nice to wipe him clean.

When Luo Yangyang was about to withdraw his hand after wiping, the canonization grabbed her wrist.

The palm of the canonized saint held a scorching temperature, and Luo Yangyang trembled slightly, not daring to withdraw his hand or make a sound.

Staring at the small and slender hands as white as sheep's jade, the canonization kissed gently.

His seemingly unremarkable kiss made Luo Yangyang's fingertips tremble slightly, and there was a storm in his heart.

Canonization of the bastard, what does he want to do?

In panic, Luo Yangyang was seated on the edge of the bed, Feng Sheng picked up the hair dryer, and silently helped her blow up her waist-long wet hair.

Luo Yangyang was frightened in the sound of the ‘buzzing’ hair dryer, staring down at the floor, his mind stunned.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Is the canonization so abnormal, is it going to use some big trick to torture her?

In the strange and silent atmosphere of both pairs, after finally drying his hair, Luo Yangyang blinked his eyes and Fengsheng sat next to her.

Next second.

He grabbed his long arms, and she moved to his lap, which made her even more nervous: "Canonization, canonization, what on earth do you want to do?"