Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Luo Yangyang knew that once she entered the bathroom, she couldn't escape the canonization.

She didn't want to escape, but she hadn't finished her story yet, and the canonization kissed him impatiently.

After the two came out of the bathroom, they fought for a few more rounds on the bed.

Luo Yangyang fell asleep when he was tired, completely forgetting what to say to the canonization.

Feng Yihan ran out of Feng's house because he heard the news that he didn't want to hear.

It was dark and windy at night, she was driving a Maserati on the street, and in the bustling city center, her speed could be speeding at any time.

"Luo Yangyang, Luo Yangyang..."

Feng Yihan stared at the front of the car angrily, Luo Yangyang's name popped out between her teeth, gritted her teeth.

How could she not compare to Luo Yangyang.

She looks more beautiful than Luo Yangyang, and has a better figure than her. She has been growing up since she was a child. Why is she not as good as Luo Yangyang?

Why is the canonization after her!

In her irritability, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the fast-rewinding street scene on the side of the road.

Subconsciously stepping on the brakes, Feng Yihan's car stopped on the side of the road and looked in the rearview mirror.

It's Feng Yi.

He and Mo An walked side by side, talking and laughing.

Watching this scene, Feng Yihan suddenly became heartbroken.

In the past, Feng Yi never accompanied others to the streets except her.

Feng Yihan, whose anger grew stronger, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Brother Yi, can we really go to the British Isles tomorrow?"

Mo An was holding an ice cream cone in his hand, and Xiyi looked at Feng Yi with gleaming eyes.

"Well, are you looking forward to it?"

Feng Yi nodded and smiled.

Under the neon lights on the street, Mo An's face reflected a colorful halo, as if she had just set off for a bright and colorful future.

"Of course I look forward to it! I haven't been abroad yet."

Mo An smiled embarrassedly.

She likes the feeling of chatting with Feng Yi very much. It is relaxed and comfortable from the inside out.

"Brother Yi, you won't sell me when you go abroad?"

Although looking forward to it, Mo An was still a little uneasy, clutching Feng Yi's sleeves and jokingly.

Mo An trusted Feng Yi, not because he was afraid that he would sell her, but because he was too expecting to think it was a bit untrue.

"Since you said that, I think I can try to sell it, maybe I can sell it for a lot of money."

Feng Yi laughed and his chest shook slightly, patted Mo An's head to comfort her.

In fact, Mo An has a pretty good personality. Like all innocent girls, she is also a good girl with a simple mind.

She just wants a warm, dependable home.

"Hate! Brother Yi clearly doesn't need money!"

Mo An laughed very happily, and slapped Feng Yi with a backhand.

"Second brother."

Amidst Mo An's hearty laughter, Feng Yihan sounded indifferently without the slightest temperature.

"..."

Mo An's laughter stopped abruptly, looking for the sound, and saw Feng Yihan walking over and standing in front of them.

Feng Yihan's face was very bad, somber and gloomy.

"Yihan."

After seeing Feng Yihan, Feng Yi took his hand from Mo An's head.

"..."

Feng Yi's name made Feng Yihan's expression even worse.

Feng Yi used to call her Hanhan, but now she calls her also Han. The feeling of strangeness in it can be heard.

"Second brother, I'm in a bad mood, can you accompany me?"

Feng Yihan never looked at Mo An from beginning to end, as if she did not exist.