Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Feng Yi stood motionless at the top of the stairs, apparently standing there for a while.

Looking at him, Luo Yangyang suddenly thought of the conversation with Feng Yihan just now.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, you can hear the sound of the door.

So, just now she and Feng Yihan had an unfriendly exchange, did Feng Yi hear it?

"I'm back." Looking at Luo Yangyang who was surprised, Feng Yi just didn't know anything, and smiled warmly.

"Well, I'm back." Luo Yangyang suddenly nodded his head in a daze.

The second brother seemed nothing unusual.

"Second brother go to work." Feng Yi patted Luo Yangyang on the shoulder, and then went past her.

"..." After Feng Yi left, Luo Yangyang still stood at the top of the stairs and didn't rush upstairs.

The voice between her and Feng Yihan was not small, and she was certain that Feng Yi had heard it.

Knowing that she and Feng Yihan are not at peace, and even a little hostile to each other, will Feng Yi's reaction be too flat?

What Luo Yangyang didn't see was that after Feng Yi turned his back to her, his eyes faded and his expression was extremely complicated, and the corners of his mouth were also pressed tightly.

Except Luo Yangyang, Feng's family are still students, everyone else has gone to work.

As for Feng Yihan, who has finished her studies, she can't stay at home.

All day long, Luo Yangyang was the only one at home.

It was close to get off work hours in the afternoon, and the first person to return home was Feng Yihan, who had been playing wild for a day outside.

Luo Yangyang was watching a movie on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, a touching movie that she didn't watch.

Hearing movement at the door, she looked back.

After seeing that it was Feng Yihan, she turned her head and continued to watch the movie, not even interested in saying hello.

"Well, I am also your sister, although I disdain to have your sister, are you too rude?"

After playing for a day, Feng Yihan was in a good mood, and all the good moods disappeared completely in Luo Yangyang's ignorance when he entered the door.

"Politeness also depends on people, for you, it's not necessary." Luo Yangyang watched her movie intently, without looking back.

She is just used to forbearance, not without temper.

She thought about the kidnapping later, and she couldn't get rid of Ye Shayan.

She didn't want Feng Yihan to become the second Ye Shayan in her life.

She didn't want to experience the helpless experience of being **** and slaughtered by others.

"Luo Yangyang, who do you think you are? Don't be too arrogant!" Feng Yihan, who entered the hall, threw his bag on the sofa with anger.

She is the eldest of the Feng family!

What is Luo Yangyang!

"..." Luo Yangyang turned his big eyes, squinted at the handbag beside her, and raised his eyes to look at the furious Feng Yihan.

"Why am I arrogant? I'm just watching a movie. Is this annoying you?"

Luo Yangyang casually looked at Feng Yihan, who was angry and hideous.

In fact, she didn't quite understand why Feng Yihan was so angry every time she saw her.

"Luo Yangyang, are you arguing against me?" Feng Yihan glared wide, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"I don't even understand what you said. How come I am so confident? Who is it?" Luo Yangyang, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, smiled calmly.

To say that she is relying on the canonization, that is, the canonization.

But their relationship, she didn't have the courage to show it to the face, where did she dare to cause trouble without fear.

Feng Yihan wanted to choke Luo Yangyang when she had something to say, but she closed her mouth and didn't want to say it.

She worried that those things would become true as soon as she said it.

Standing in front of the sofa, Feng Yihan was so angry that she suddenly felt a little thirsty when she saw the cup on the coffee table.

She didn't pay much attention either, picking up the empty glass and kettle on the coffee table, she was about to pour water.

The water in the kettle was just boiled. Luo Yangyang wanted to make scented tea, but he had not had time to make it.

Seeing Feng Yihan clutching the glass in her left hand and pouring the kettle in her right hand, she hurriedly stopped: "That's it..."

"Ah!" The glass is not insulated, and before Luo Yangyang's words are finished, Feng Yihan was scalded to throw the glass.

Feng Yihan's throwing away was nothing, but the direction she lost was directed at Luo Yangyang.

The glass filled with half a cup of boiling water just flew towards Luo Yangyang.