Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"How can the water thrown out as gifts be recycled?"

Feng Yi put the blue long box into the pocket of his suit jacket, and when he arrived, he refused to return the gift.

"Look, Yang Yang still knows to buy me a cake. You don't know how to buy one for me. Why are you a brother?"

Feng Yi attacked again and again, pointing to the cake on the coffee table and scribbling down the canonization.

"You don't like to eat cakes. Why do you waste money to buy them?"

The canonization fell slightly backward, leaning comfortably on the sofa, and replied naturally.

"How can this be a waste? You are not short of a cake. Besides, even if I don't like to eat cakes, I can still eat a bite."

Feng Yi felt more and more that his eldest brother didn't want a brother if he had a wife.

"..."

Luo Yangyang just listened to the quarrel between the Fengsheng and Feng Yi brothers, she couldn't speak.

Because Feng Yi came back for his birthday, there was a lot of excitement in the villa, and many men gathered on the lawn in the back garden. These were the brothers who lived in the villa who came to celebrate Feng Yi's birthday.

After Mo An endured the pain and returned to the room, he lay down on the bed and stopped moving.

The night breeze made the curtains float, and the cool breeze blew on Mo An's face. In the dark bedroom with no lights on, her face buried in the quilt was very sad.

Feng Yi's words, like a divine enlightenment, shocked her heart when she poured her cold from head to toe.

He was right, since the canonization had brought her back, it was unlikely that she would be driven away again.

After all, with Feng Jia's financial resources, they are not too short of the money to support her.

The Fengsheng even kept a few buildings with bodyguards, and she didn't eat much, so how could she drive her away for no reason.

"Moan, Moan, you are too smart."

The more Mo An thought about it, the more he felt that he was in a mess. He got into the quilt sadly, regretting it.

After living in Feng's house, she felt that it was too good and didn't want to leave anymore.

But living in this luxurious villa, she has no sense of security.

In order not to be driven out one day, she went into a detour so confused.

The lively atmosphere of the back garden gradually drifted into the bedroom along the night breeze, and Mo An heard some movement.

She heard the hearty laughs of many men, and under curiosity, she endured all the discomfort and got up.

Mo An stood in front of the window and saw that the garden was brightly lit, with many bodyguard brothers underneath.

The green lawn of the garden is covered with a large picnic cloth. There are several tables in the crowd. One of them is placed with several layers of big cakes, and the rest are full of wine.

The bodyguard brothers stand or sit on the ground casually, and there is peace between laughter and laughter.

Seeing the harmonious scene in the garden, Mo An became more sad.

Maybe she will leave here tomorrow and never see these bodyguard brothers again.

"Mo An, are you there?"

Ya Quan stood at the door of Mo An's room and knocked.

At this time, Mo An usually does homework in the room, but at this time the light in her room is off.

Yaquan didn't see Mo An elsewhere in the villa, not sure if Mo An was in the room.

"Brother Yaquan?"

Mo An looked back at the closed door and walked over with small steps.

"Mo An..."

Yaquan waited for a while. There was no movement in the room and no one opened the door. When he raised his hand to knock on the door again, the door opened.

"Brother Yaquan."

Mo An looked sadly at Ya Quan outside the door.

"Today... Are you crying?"

Yaquan stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, looking at Mo An's red eyes in astonishment.