Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Looking blankly at the snow-white ceiling, Luo Yangyang's eyes were as clear as black grapes, shock and disbelief gradually surged from the soreness of his body.

Last night, she and a man...

Thinking of the man's face, Luo Yangyang hurriedly looked at the big bed, there was no suspicious figure on the bed, and then looked around the entire luxurious suite, except for her, no one else.

"Me and Feng and Sheng..." Luo Yangyang's long eyelashes trembled fiercely, and when her little mouth said the man's name, she couldn't help trembling slightly.

The crazy scenes last night, although she can't remember the whole process, she still has some impressions. She can even clearly recall the cold and crazy face of the canonization.

"Crazy crazy, how can I be with him, he is the stepfather's son, how can I!"

Luo Yangyang's eyes widened in horror like being struck by thunder, and he almost cried while covering his small face. It was obviously difficult to accept such a fact.

Shocked and at a loss, she didn't dare to stay here any longer, she hurriedly opened the quilt and got out of bed.

"Ah..." Enduring the pain, Luo Yangyang got up and just touched the ground with his feet. Luo Yangyang's feet softened and fell under the bed.

"Pain." Luo Yangyang didn't have a comfortable place on his body, just like being run over by a truck, "Why is it so painful?"

Thinking of the culprit of the canonization, and fearing from which corner he would rush out, Luo Yangyang resisted and got up.

There was a bag on the bedside table. She happened to see whether it was clothes or women's clothing. Before thinking about it, she picked it up and put it on.

When she was dressing, she saw the horrible traces of bruising on her body, and Luo Yangyang flushed with a small face, not knowing whether she was ashamed or angry.

Putting on clothes quickly, Luo Yangyang panicked since waking up. When she came out of the club with her long hair, she didn't even dare to lift her head.

Walking aimlessly on the street, and inadvertently saw a pharmacy, Luo Yangyang stood at the door for a long time, walked in with gritted teeth, and rushed out as fast as he could after buying the medicine.

Without water, she swallowed an emergency contraceptive pill, and her pill box was viciously thrown into the trash can.

She is nineteen years old this year and is an adult. She doesn't know anything. After the absurdity, she has to protect herself.

As night fell, Luo Yangyang made a phone call after wandering desperately on the street for several hours.

As soon as the ringtone rang for a second, the call was connected, and the angry roar of the friend also rushed into the eardrum:

"Luo Yangyang! Where did you die? I called you for a day! How dare you not answer! Do you know that the teacher ordered your name for two classes today? I almost showed my stuff!"

"Youyou." As soon as he heard his friend's roar, Luo Yangyang felt sour and suddenly wanted to cry, "I want to skewer and wait for you at the grill."

After Luo Yang Yang finished speaking in her throat, she hung up the phone before Youyou could answer. She was worried that she would cry if she continued.

"Hang up on my phone?" Yuyou in the university dormitory, with big round eyes open, glared at the phone that had finished the call, "Luo Yangyang, you can bear it! Wait to see how I can clean up you!"

After that, Youyou rushed out of the dormitory. When she rushed to the street grill where the two of them often went, she saw Luo Yangyang, who was sitting alone at the table and never drank, drinking like crazy.

"You can't take the wrong medicine! Why did you drink alcohol? You still order so many skewers!"

Youyou, who was rushing by the storm, sat down opposite Luo Yangyang, shocked and looked at the small table full of skewer, the two adult men had enough to eat.

"I'm in a good mood!" Luo Yangyang put the wine glass back again, looking at his friend's lovely round baby face, smiled happily, "I treat you and eat whatever you want!"

"You said that!" Yoyo's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out to greet the boss and shouted, "Boss, let's have another fifty kebabs!"

The roasting stall is located on the side of the road, and there are hurried passers-by passing by, and a little further ahead is the street. Under the night of thousands of lights, the traffic is so busy.

Fengsheng was sitting in a low-key luxury private car. When he returned home from a busy day of work, his cold eyebrows were slightly tired. When he cast his cold eyes inadvertently out the window, his eyes suddenly stopped and landed on a street stall. On the small figure with long black hair: "Stop."