Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Feng Yihan squinted his mind and deliberately didn't explain it, but it also made Feng Yi suspicious of Luo Yangyang.

She thought that after she said this, Feng Yi would keep asking.

but.

"Where is it hurt?" Feng Yi pushed her out of his arms and looked at her up and down.

"Both feet are hot." Feng Yihan had felt nothing before, but now he clearly felt the burning pain in his calf.

Feng Yi looked closely and discovered that Feng Yihan's right calf wearing black pants was wet.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a short distance, and sprinkled boiling water on the floor.

There is a pair of slippers in front of the coffee table sofa, feminine slippers.

Feng Yihan was still wearing a coat and short boots, and those slippers were definitely not hers.

There are only three women in the family, and after the stepmother Luo Ying is removed, Luo Yangyang is left.

In front of a messy coffee table, Luo Yangyang's slippers are still there, but the person is gone.

In addition, when he came back, Feng Yihan stood at the top of the stairs with vicious eyes.

The important thing is that the big brother's low-key and luxurious black car is parked in the garage, which shows that the big brother came back before him.

When his thoughts were turned, Feng Yi's eyes became more complicated.

He didn't ask anything more, and as soon as he stretched his arms, he hugged Feng Yihan in his waist.

Suddenly being picked up, Feng Yihan took a deep breath and hugged Feng Yi's neck.

Seeing him walking towards the door, he said, "Second brother, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Of course, to take you to the hospital." Feng Yi looked down at Feng Yihan with tears still on his face.

"..." Feng Yihan's eyes flashed several times after being seen.

She looked at Feng Yi with a warm complexion, and suddenly she couldn't understand him.

Why didn't the second brother ask her?

He didn't want to know how she was scalded then?

Because the canonization ignored him, Feng Yihan was actually somewhat guilty of conscience after the wicked complained and slandered Luo Yangyang.

Therefore, she didn't slander Luo Yangyang in front of Feng Yi.

She planned to cry and talk while Feng Yi asked her, deliberately not saying clearly, misleading Feng Yi thinking that Luo Yangyang had burned her.

but.

If Feng Yi didn't ask, she couldn't continue acting as planned.

After embracing Feng Yihan in the car, Feng Yi remained silent.

After the car hit the road, Feng Yihan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and glanced at Feng Yi several times.

Every time, except for the corners of his mouth, she couldn't see what thought Feng Yi was still hiding.

But one thing is certain, Feng Yi's heart is a little heavy.

Waiting for the traffic lights, Feng Yihan even saw Feng Yi actually took out a cigar.

"Second brother, when did you start smoking?" Feng Yihan looked at Feng Yi, somewhat surprised.

"..." Feng Yi paused with the cigar between his fingers, "I occasionally smoke."

Silence filled the car.

Feng Yihan couldn't bear this kind of atmosphere a bit, because this kind of silent and depressive low pressure had never appeared between her and Feng Yi.

Just when she wanted to find a topic, Feng Yi looked at her sideways: "Can't you smell the smoke?"

"No, second brother, please." Feng Yihan, whose tears had been wiped off his face, raised a pretty smile at him.

She didn't know what was going on, she always felt that there was something different between her and Feng Yi.

She couldn't tell where it was different.

After Feng Yi lit his cigar and took a few puffs, he moistened his eyes and turned to look at the passenger seat.

After the smell of smoke diffused in the car, Feng Yihan frowned slightly. She obviously didn't like the smell of smoke.

Feng Yi put his right hand on the steering wheel with a cigar in it, and he looked back and seemed to hesitate for a few seconds.

In the end, he did not squeeze the cigar, and continued to smoke.

the other side.

Feng Sheng led Luo Yangyang directly into his bedroom.

While closing the door with his backhand, he bent over to hold Luo Yangyang's thigh, lifted her up to look level with him, and pressed her against the door.