Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Although Mo An looked up at Luo Yangyang, her eyes blinded by tears, the corner of her eyes was also observing Feng Yi.

She didn't understand Feng Yi, but looking at his gentle face, and the gentleness that took the initiative to comfort her just now, he should be easier to talk, not as unfavorable as the canonization.

"Mo An, you can't live without a conscience, I didn't push you!"

Luo Yangyang grasped the hand on the armrest, gradually loosened, straightened his back and confronted Mo An.

If you say that you have been wary of Mo An before, it is purely the sixth sense.

That Mo An's practice today is to sit down as hard as a mountain, and don't arrange to squeeze her thoughts and behaviors.

The reason why Mo arranged to squeeze her was simply because of the canonization.

Luo Yangyang laughed at himself in his heart, does Mo An really like canonization?

She is only fifteen or six years old, is she too scheming?

"Sister Yang Yang, you didn't push me. Did I fall down on my own initiative? I'm not mentally ill."

Facing the domineering Luo Yangyang, Mo An was shocked. He moved closer to Feng Yi's arms and assumed an innocent gesture seeking comfort.

It was her who was hurt now, but Luo Yangyang stood on it unscathed.

She believed that anyone who saw this scene would believe that she was innocent.

What's more, Feng Yi saw her fall down the stairs with his own eyes.

The smug Mo An looked up at Luo Yangyang's eyebrows with a trace of contempt.

In the current situation, no matter how much Luo Yangyang argues, no one will believe that the person who caused her to roll down the stairs will be her.

She won this round.

"Your brain is sick!"

Luo Yangyang shouted at Mo An in anger.

There are three people present, let's look at the third person, Feng Yi.

Mo An leaned on his arms, he held Mo An's arms with both hands, and the two looked like a battle line.

Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Yi, who was holding Mo An without letting go. She didn't bother to explain to Feng Yi, turned around angrily, and went upstairs angrily.

It's fine if Mo Anxiao wants to be canonized, and now she is still blaming her with such arrogant slander, it is simply unbearable!

Luo Yangyang's appearance of leaving angrily in a hundred mouths was tantamount to acquiescence to her'crime' in Mo An's eyes.

"Big Brother Feng Yi..."

She was more proud of her, and looked at Feng Yi more aggrieved.

To Mo An's surprise, Feng Yi, who had treated her tenderly before, did not comfort her again and scorn Luo Yangyang as she expected.

Feng Yi's black eyes were like a deep pool, and he looked at Mo An deeply.

His eyes were unfathomable and dark and incomprehensible, making Mo An inexplicably flustered, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

"Can you still go? I will help you downstairs."

Feng Yi didn't respond to Mo An's asking for help, but instead asked.

Feng Yi's voice was still as gentle as before, and people couldn't hear any changes.

But Mo An clearly felt that Feng Yi's aura was a bit cold.

"Let me try."

She leaned against the upper body in Feng Yi's arms and withdrew slightly, not daring to stick to Feng Yi again.

After Feng Yi didn't speak, even though he still supported her, when he went downstairs, Mo An didn't dare to hum no matter how painful he was.

The last hit she rolled down made her whole body sit down with her hips down. The pain at the time made her suspect that her **** was blooming.

"Do you want me to hold you down?"

Feng Yi asked after Mo An stepped down the stairs unsteadily.