Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"I will take care of this."

Looking at the resentful and unwilling Feng Yihan, Feng Yi did not leave her any promise.

"What will you do? Will you help me clean up Mo An?"

Feng Yi's neither lukewarm nor cold attitude made Feng Yihan feel uneasy.

Mo An has just met Feng Yi, and she and Feng Yi have had a sibling relationship for more than two decades. Feng Yi has no reason to help Mo An.

"I'll take care of this, don't worry."

Feng Yi said with more certainty, but he still did not give a promise on how to clean up Mo An.

"Well, I believe that my second brother will not let me be wronged in vain."

Feng Yihan was unwilling to want to entangle her, but seeing Feng Yi's somewhat impatient look, she couldn't press forward with interest.

Feng Yi glanced at Feng Yihan last, his eyes darkened and no one knew what he was thinking.

Feng Yihan just watched Feng Yi leave, but she did not follow him.

Feng Yi was only an excuse to leave, and he had nothing to do.

After coming out of the western restaurant, he went straight back home.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was quite venomous.

When Feng Yi returned to the villa, she found that Mo An was not taking a nap, and she was just swinging under the tree.

Under the scorching sun, Feng Yi looked at the figure in the distance and slowly raised his foot and walked over.

"Feng Yihan must have gone to Brother Feng Yi to complain. This is miserable. What should I do if Brother Feng Yi hates me?"

Mo An tilted his head and leaned on the swing rope, and looked down at the lawn below his feet with a sad expression.

"Are you afraid I hate you?"

After Feng Yi approached, he listened to Mo An's worries verbatim.

Mo An was frightened like a corpse, suddenly jumped off the swing, turned around in horror to look at Feng Yi behind him.

"Big Brother Feng Yi..."

Mo An looked at Feng Yi in shock.

Where did Feng Yi come from?

She didn't even know.

"Does the daytime scare you?"

Feng Yi looked at the startled Mo An, and looked up at the hot rays of the sun amused.

"I, I'm thinking about things..."

Mo An glanced at Feng Yi for a few times, then bowed his head nervously, not daring to look at her again.

"I heard that you had a fight with Feng Yihan?"

There is a slowly turbulent empty swing between the two, and Feng Yi directly picks the subject.

Mo An straightened his back immediately, as if someone had been poked into his spine, he stood upright, like a telephone pole.

"Big Brother Feng Yi..."

For a moment, many emotions flashed across Mo An's face, and in the end he could only look at Feng Yi bitterly.

It seems that Feng Yihan really went to Feng Yi to complain.

Feng Yihan must have pushed everything wrong on her, and Feng Yi asked her to settle the account.

"Why are you crying?"

Feng Yi grabbed the swaying swing, and sat on it himself.

At this time, he was like a teacher reprimanding a student who had done something wrong, making Mo An too restrained.

"Big Brother Feng Yi, I hit Feng Yihan, I know I was wrong, please punish me."

Mo An's mouth frowned and frowned, and he took the initiative to admit his mistake sadly.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yiren's tall legs and long, shiny black shoes stepped on the ground, and the swing swayed steadily under him.

"It shouldn't be sealed."

Mo An's head dropped lower and lower, only Feng Yi's feet could be seen in his vision.

"Why hit her?"

Feng Yi neither smiled nor was angry, but continued to ask on his seemingly gentle face.