Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Luo Yangyang's two little hands clenched tightly.

Feng Yi, really came back?

Among the densely packed crowd, the height of nearly 1.9 meters was particularly conspicuous.

After Luo Yangyang's gaze locked on the back of Fengsheng's head, he soon saw Feng Yi, who agreed with the proud height.

The two brothers gave a hug.

Fengsheng turned her back to Luo Yangyang, she couldn't see the expression of Fengsheng.

What she could clearly see was Feng Yi's handsome face that was as gentle as jade and made people feel like spring breeze.

It was so dazzling and noble that Luo Yangyang was choked.

Feng Yi is really back.

Luo Yangyang sat down silently because he was found to be abnormal.

Because of Feng Yi's appearance, the banquet hall has become more lively and extraordinary.

It is estimated that Luo Yangyang, who is secretly depressed in the corner, is incompatible with the atmosphere of the scene.

Feng Yi is back, what should she do?

Luo Yangyang stared at the empty plate on the coffee table, sitting in a daze for how long he didn't know.

Lifting her eyes to look at the still lively garden, she wanted to look at Feng Yi one last time, and then go back to the room.

With her big eyes rolling, she looked around in the big garden.

When she saw Feng Yi, she found him with a gentle smile, walking towards the corner where she was.

With her eyes facing each other, Luo Yangyang's heart tightened. Could Feng Yi come at her?

When she was nervous, Luo Yangyang wanted to leave, her eyes flickering and quickly stood up.

"Yang Yang!" Seeing Luo Yang Yang suddenly got up, Feng Yi called her out as if to leave.

Luo Yangyang's body stiffened, his heart sank, and his tightly clenched fists became so nervous that his knuckles turned white because of too much force.

She calmed herself down again, her nervous little face finally pulled up a sweet smile: "Senior Yi."

"We haven't seen you for a year, we Yang Yang has grown up a lot." Feng Yi has already walked over, raising his hand and rubbing Luo Yangyang's small head naturally.

The warmth of his palm seemed to be coming from the top of his head, and Luo Yangyang looked at his soft and jade face.

The gentle smile at the corner of his mouth made her blush unconsciously and lowered her small head shyly: "Yeah."

How to do how to do.

The heartbeat is so fast, it is about to jump out of the chest.

"Yang Yang." Looking at Luo Yang Yang, who was facing him with the top of his head, Feng Yi pinched her chin and lifted her ruddy face slightly, "Welcome to Feng's house."

Luo Yangyang, who was forced to lift his face, saw Feng Yi's gentle and serious eyes at a glance.

Without any unkindness, I sincerely welcome her.

"Thank you Senior Yi." Luo Yangyang's nose was sour, and she was suddenly moved.

Both are brothers, facing the same thing, if the canonization can treat her like this, how good.

"Fool." Feng Yi's warm smile deepened, and he patted Luo Yangyang's soft head, "What else is called Senior Brother?"

"..." Luo Yangyang's emotions surged again, holding back the tears that wanted to flow into his eyes, and cunningly called out softly, "Second brother."

This "Second Brother" made Luo Yangyang understand.

In this lifetime, neither she nor Feng Yi will be possible.

Throughout her life, perhaps, she and him can only be brothers and sisters.

"Really good." Feng Yi wanted to put down his hand and saw Luo Yangyang's immature face. He couldn't help but squeezed her face.

It's smooth and tender, as if you can pinch out water, and it feels great to the touch.

The gesture of pinching her face was too intimate, and Luo Yangyang became so shy that her little ears became pink.

She quivered her thick, long eyelashes and raised a sweet, well-behaved smile.

She didn't dare to expect too much, and she was very satisfied to get along with Feng Yi as a brother and sister.

Luo Yangyang was satisfied, but let alone one of them, his cold face was so dark that he was about to freeze.

After Feng Yi was hugged and left, Luo Yangyang turned around and entered the villa.

The canonization did not even hesitate, and the wine glass between the slender fingers was put.

His birthday man left the guests in the garden and stepped into the villa with noble steps.