Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"Okay, they have a good relationship." It was so good that they were embarrassed all day to do shameful things for the traitor.

Of course, in the latter half of the sentence, the canonization did not say it to Luo Yangyang.

After Fengsheng answered this question, he suddenly remembered another question: "How do you know Xing Moyang?"

In the impression, Xing Moyang also had close contact with Yang Yang on the night of the auction.

But it was so dark that night, it should be impossible for Yang Yang to recognize what Xing Moyang looked like.

"Just yesterday, when I was picking you up at the airport, I ran into him on the road. He told me that his name was Xing Moyang, and he also said that he was the one sitting next to us at the auction that night."

Luo Yangyang explained five to ten.

"I met on the road? Did he tell you something?" Feng Sheng grabbed the steering wheel and tapped lightly, thinking about it or asking.

"I didn't say anything, just asked me if I was your step-sister, I didn't care about him." Luo Yangyang said, tilted his head and looked at the cafe.

After Feng Heng and Xing Moyang entered the cafe, they could no longer be seen now.

But at the entrance of the cafe, you can still see the two of them with red and yellow sports cars, which are very dazzling.

"Just ignore him. If you see him in the future, you don't need to care about him." Feng Sheng exhorted.

Fengsheng glanced at the direction of the cafe again, his cold eyes deepened a lot.

"Oh." Although Luo Yangyang didn't quite understand the reason why the canonization asked her to do this, she still nodded obediently.

Because of her personality, she doesn't like to talk to strangers too much, so she can avoid it, which is good.

The other compartment.

In a cafe with few people, Feng Heng and Xing Moyang just took their seats by the window, and Xing Moyang lowered his voice and said:

"Just now, the editor-in-chief Zhu of the Nanbei Daily called me and said that the newspaper had closed down and that he had lost his job."

The corner of Feng Heng's peach-eyed eyes was slightly lifted, then he raised his wrist and glanced at the pure black precious watch.

"It hasn't been an hour since I went to work, and the canonization is fast enough."

Feng Heng's tone was not hurried, slow, cold, or hot, and he couldn't tell from his voice whether he was admiring or ridiculing his fierce and fiercely sacred hands.

"There is still a link on my side that is not ready. As soon as the canonization happened, if Feng Yi went crazy to rectify us, our situation would not be very good."

Xing Moyang's elbow was resting on the table, looking at Feng Heng with a faintly worried expression.

Feng Heng suddenly decided to vote last night, disrupting his plan.

Time is too tight. If anything goes wrong, let alone him, even Feng Heng's plot for so many years will be completely abandoned.

"It's okay, you underestimate the old man of Feng's family, especially the old lady didn't like Luo Yangyang in the first place. Feng Yi would not be able to get rid of her own body. Feng Yi would not rush to make a move at this time."

Feng Heng put his left hand on the armrest, rubbing it between his fingers, his peachy eyes faded away from cynicism, and he looked cold and ruthless.

Xing Moyang naturally knew that the two elders of the Feng family were not easy to provoke, but he was still worried.

As soon as he wanted to say something, he saw an untimely figure suddenly walking up behind Feng Heng.

"Yeah! It's a coincidence to meet an acquaintance here early in the morning."

When Xing Moyang looked at Chunyucheng, Chunyucheng's surprised voice came out.

Chun Yucheng's voice was very happy to hear. When he turned around and saw his daunting face, Feng Heng's face instantly turned black: "Why are you here?"