Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"Feng Heng! Let go of me!" Luo Yangyang put his hand on Feng Heng's shoulder, pushing him.

Luo Yangyang pushed and looked at the canonization.

She wasn't afraid of misunderstanding the canonization, she just hated the feeling of wanting to get close to him, but being entangled by others and unable to get close.

The canonized saint is handsome when wearing a suit, and his aura is even more powerful and intimidating under his cold temperament.

When he was wearing the Chinese tunic suit, the aura on his body seemed to be reduced a lot, and the powerful and intimidating aura settled under the tunic suit.

The tunic suit added a mysterious and introverted aura to him, making him look even more unfathomable.

But in Luo Yangyang's eyes, he was more reliable and more restrained, and it made her feel more at ease.

When she saw the canonization in the tunic suit in the bedroom, Luo Yangyang, who wanted to laugh at him, couldn't laugh anymore because she was fascinated by the canonization.

It is inevitable that the canonization said she was a idiot, and she had to quickly gather her emotions, and did not express her attitude if nothing happened.

The men walking around the dance floor were all dressed in tunic suits. Compared with the canonization, the others lost their color in Luo Yangyang's eyes.

As soon as she saw the canonization, she could no longer look away.

Feng Heng saw that even though Luo Yangyang was talking to him, his eyes had been looking at Fengsheng, his eyes were straight as if the soul was about to get out of his body, and his eyes were dim.

"Don't let go, what can you do to me?" The cynical smile at the corner of Feng Heng's mouth grew stronger, and he looked at Luo Yangyang's peachy eyes, even more slightly picky.

When Feng Heng spoke, the corner of his eyes glanced in the direction of the canonization.

Seeing the canonization coming straight forward with a cold face, an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

He wanted to see what the canonization would do.

Feng Heng continued to take Luo Yangyang around, and as the canonization approached, he turned more and more happier, faster and faster.

The hairpin that Luo Yangyang was turned around was about to fall off, and when she was dazzled, she stepped on her feet indiscriminately, and every time she stepped, she carried the resentment of swelling Feng Heng's foot.

If it weren’t for Feng’s family members on the dance floor and making a big noise, people would be seen as a joke and lose the faces of her mother, Uncle Feng, Feng Sheng, Feng Yi, etc., she would definitely go into battle with her hands and feet, and would not scratch Feng Heng. The bite comes down.

Fengsheng came straight, but Feng Heng deliberately avoided him, leading Luo Yangyang to run across the dance floor.

Gradually, everyone else on the dance floor also found anomalies.

The main reason was that Feng Heng was too swaggering. With Luo Yangyang's swift turn, he turned too fast and sometimes inevitably bumped into others. He became a flower butterfly, and everyone would provoke the existence.

Fengsheng stood in the center of the dance floor without moving, his tall and tall body stood proudly, perhaps the aura exuding from his body was too dangerous. Within three meters of his body, no one dared to approach him.

Feng Heng made it clear that he wanted to irritate him, and Feng Heng locked onto the increasingly presumptuous Feng Heng.

When Feng Heng brought Luo Yangyang close to him and looked at him provocatively, Feng Sheng suddenly moved.

He attacked suddenly like a cheetah, his agile figure was full of explosive power, and he rushed up extremely fast.

Feng Heng only felt that his eyes flashed, and the Fengsheng figure appeared to be a ghost soon.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden pain in the position of his right hip.

"Ok……"

Feng Heng flew a kick in the sprint, and went down. Feng Heng snorted and was kicked aside.

While Fengsheng kicked, he quickly grabbed Luo Yangyang's arm.

When Feng Heng was kicked back again and again, he pulled Luo Yangyang back into his arms with force.

Everything happened so fast that no one reacted to the beautiful dance music.

Luo Yangyang, who had turned dizzy, was dragged and hit the canonized chest.

"Hmm..." Luo Yangyang, whose forehead hits, raised his head subconsciously with a painful grunt.

When she looked up, the canonization happened to look down at her.

When one was not careful, the two of them kissed each other with their lips close together under the crowd.