Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Feng Yihan's eyes were flustered, and he was really flustered.

She was scalded by the boiling water, and she cried to him aggrievedly, but he didn't react at all.

Holding Luo Yangyang and leaving, he couldn't bear to say a word to her.

Feng Sheng's cold eyes didn't look at Feng Yihan's teary face, her eyes fell on her grasping own hand.

"Let go." The canonized voice has a coldness that penetrates the eardrum of a person.

Feng Yihan held her hand tightly and suddenly stiffened.

She looked up at the canonization reluctantly and full of grievances.

Does he really dislike her so much?

Being nakedly ignored, even disgusted by her sweetheart, Feng Yihan's heartache can hardly be compounded.

She didn't understand, she tried hard to show her best in front of the canonization since she was a child.

But why is the canonization so indifferent to her for so many years.

She has worked hard to make herself better, did she do anything wrong?

In Feng Yihan's silent longing eyes, the canonization refused to even give her a look.

Xu is because of the deterrent majesty established over the years of canonization.

In the end, Feng Yihan slowly let go of his hand.

What should she do to enter the heart of canonization?

Luo Yangyang stood aside silently.

Looking at Feng Yihan at such close range, she saw all the obsessive eyes when the other party looked at the canonization.

It turned out that it was not her illusion, Feng Yihan really likes canonization.

And, it seems that the feelings are quite deep.

As soon as Feng Yihan let go, the canonization didn't want to stay for a moment, leading Luo Yangyang upstairs.

Luo Yangyang still wanted to withdraw his hand, but finally gave up.

Wearing black socks and no shoes, she just let the canonization lead upstairs.

With every step, Luo Yangyang could detect Feng Yihan's gaze behind her, which was fixed on her back like a pinpoint wheat.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lobby, and the warm light illuminates the tranquil beauty of the stairs.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Feng Yihan looked up in a dazed manner, and Feng Sheng led Luo Yangyang step by step, step by step away from her.

Looking at it, Feng Yihan actually felt that the large and small backs on the stairs were so harmonious and beautiful in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a happy young couple returning home.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Feng Yihan was taken aback by himself.

In the next second, she brutally killed the idea.

Big brother won't like Luo Yangyang that bitch!

impossible!

She will never let them be together, the eldest brother is hers!

her!

Feng Yihan glared fiercely at Luo Yangyang's back upstairs.

Luo Yangyang never wanted to steal a man from her!

Don't think about it!

Because of jealousy, Feng Yihan was extremely angry, so angry that he even forgot the pain of the burn on his feet.

"Hanhan, what are you doing standing at the top of the stairs?"

When Feng Yi came back, he saw Feng Yihan standing alone at the top of the stairs, staring at the stairs with both eyes.

He looked before he left, and there was no one on the stairs.

"Huh?" As soon as Feng Yi's gentle voice penetrated his ears, Feng Yihan's vicious eyes faded instantly, making his mind a little dazed.

When Feng Yi looked at Feng Yihan, she caught her vicious eyes that were not constricted in time.

He moistened his eyes and sank a little, he didn't like the look in Feng Yihan's body.

Looking at Feng Yi, Feng Yihan quickly reacted, and the pain of the burn was immediately transmitted to her brain nerves.

"Second brother, I'm hot." Feng Yihan wrinkled his aggrieved pretty face, crying into Feng Yi's arms.

"It's hot? How can it be hot?" Feng Yi asked this, his eyes fell on the messy coffee table.

Feng Yihan hugged Feng Yi's hand for a while, raised her pitiful pretty face, and looked at Feng Yi dimly with tears: "Sister boiled boiling water, oooo... I'll be hot."