Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

There were not many people downstairs, and Luo Yangyang saw a few familiar faces at first glance.

"Where are you going?"

Yoyo looked at the two wearing light clothes with a vague premonition.

On the big day, the wedding dress took off after only a few hours of wearing.

What do they want to do?

"Just come down and walk around."

The canonization did not reveal much information.

Su Fan looked at the two people upstairs and downstairs leisurely, his gaze focused on Luo Yangyang.

Although she has been married as a wife, she has not changed much.

The only change should be those happy eyes that can't hide the smile.

She really loves canonization, right?

In the sights of the few people downstairs, Luo Yangyang noticed a particularly hot sight.

After looking at it, Su Fan looked indifferent.

Luo Yangyang nodded slightly and smiled slightly, saying hello to Su Fan.

Su Fan was able to come to her wedding, but she was a little surprised.

Because when I told him that she was getting married, his face was very ugly.

And he also said that if he did not attend her wedding, would he be disappointed.

"Don't worry about things outside, don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

How could the canonization ignore Su Fan's complicated eyes, but he calmed them as if he didn't see it.

Five or six people sitting on the sofa downstairs.

Just watched them go downstairs, and then the canonization took Luo Yangyang out of the back door.

Xu Shi's canonization was too strong, and no one asked where they were going.

"what--"

The floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains closed suddenly heard a loud bang, followed by the harsh sound of the entire glass hitting the ground.

Feng Yihan was so scared that he covered his ears and shrank on the sofa.

"Hurry up, it's dangerous here!"

Youyou pulled up Sufan, the nearest to her.

When the glass fell, she saw several helicopters outside while the curtains were turning, flying so low, as if they could fly into the villa at any time.

Soon, they quickly moved to the wall.

Feng Yihan stood against the wall, beside a messy floor-to-ceiling window covered with glass slag.

Without the glass barrier, the gunshots and explosions outside became louder.

In curiosity, Feng Yihan opened the curtain on the side and looked out quietly.

But she hasn't had time to see anything...

"Danger!"

The man standing next to Feng Yihan held her protruding head and brought it to himself.

‘Porch! ’

Just when he took Feng Yihan away, a bullet suddenly shot over, and the curtain that was still moving in the wind was shot out of a small hole.

"..."

Feng Yihan, who was held in his arms by the strange man, opened his eyes wide with lingering fear.

When she was dragged back by someone, she seemed to see something flying past her eyes.

The speed is frightening, like a bullet.

If someone hadn't pulled her back, maybe she would have been shot headshot.

"Are you OK?"

The man who was still holding Feng Yihan's head in both hands did not hold up Feng Yihan's face to look at her after several seconds had passed the danger.

"...No, nothing."

Feng Yihan was frightened a little by the short seconds of that momentous haircut just now, staring blankly at the man she didn't know who had saved her life.

"Just fine."

The man looked around Feng Yihan up and down a few times and found that he was still holding her face intimately with both hands, and quickly let go.

Feng Yihan maintained the posture of looking up at the man, blinking his eyes a lot.

Only then did he come to his senses a little, and then his excited chest rose and fell violently.