Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

After Luo Yangyang turned to face Lancelot, her right hand tightly grasped the corner of the canonized garment.

Because she had always suspected in her heart that the other party would be her biological father, Luo Yangyang always felt a sense of timidity similar to hometown.

Although she wanted to verify with Lancelot, whether the two were related by blood.

But Lancelot did appear, and she didn't dare to take this step forward.

Luo Yangyang looked at Lancelot's hand extended in front of her, and she subconsciously tilted her head slightly, raising her eyes to the canonization.

"It's okay." Seeing Luo Yangyang looked at him again, Fengsheng lowered his head again, whispering in her ear.

Luo Yangyang looked down again at the hand that Lancelot had stretched out, but still hadn't retracted it, and then looked at Lancelot who was looking at her with a smile.

Only then did she loose the corner of Fengsheng's clothes, carefully stretched out her right hand, and held it up: "Hello."

Luo Yangyang's body was originally small, and her palm bones were small. As soon as she held Lancelot's broad and thick palm, Lancelot shook her hand again and again.

Her little palm was completely wrapped in Lancelot.

The warm body temperature of Lancelot came from his hand, tightly wrapped by his thick palm, as if a boat in the wind and rain suddenly had a harbor to dock.

Luo Yangyang's heart was hot, and suddenly she wanted to cry.

Maybe there will be telepathy between the father and the daughter, Lancelot shook Luo Yangyang's little hand, and his complex mind was unwilling to let go.

The two father and daughter looked at each other like this, looking at each other deeply.

Although Luo Yangyang and Lancelot did not have any feelings other than the affection of their elders, they looked at each other affectionately while holding their hands tightly.

With his arms around Luo Yangyang's canonization, he felt jealous as if he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors.

"Maybe we can find a place to sit and chat."

Fengsheng stretched out his hand as he said, gently squeezed Luo Yangyang's wrist, and pulled back Luo Yangyang's hand held tightly by Lancelot with slight force.

Although Lancelot is most likely Yang Yang's biological father, it is not appropriate to hold his hands so affectionately.

As a man, Lancelot knew what the subject was thinking when he looked at the possessive eyes of the canonization.

The hand shook with his daughter was pulled apart by outsiders. Although Lancelot had a small dissatisfaction in his heart, he did not say anything.

After all, he was not by Yang Yang's side, and had accompanied her even one day of growth. His incompetent father seemed to be terribly weak in his right to speak.

At least it's like now, if he doesn't like canonization and doesn't want Yang Yang to be with canonization, he will never say it.

Because he has not yet sat in his father's seat, once he wants to break up his daughter's relationship, it is not certain whether the daughter will recognize him as a father.

Among the four people standing by the river, Luo Ye is the one with the most complicated mood and the worst mood.

He stood aside, whether it was Luo Yangyang or the canonization, or his uncle Lancelot, he didn't seem to exist in his eyes.

Even if he was wet and replied with a strong sense of presence at a glance, no one paid attention to him.

After half an hour.

In a restaurant not far from the'I am here' hostel.

Luo Yangyang, Fengsheng, Luo Ye, and Lancelot sat on a square table.

"Yang Yang, take the liberty to ask, do you have a picture of your mother? If so, can you lend me a look?"

Lancelot looked at Luo Yangyang, who was sitting opposite him, quiet and well-behaved, and finally plucked up the courage to ask.