Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Feng Heng's heart was embarrassed, only to realize that he had missed his mouth. He smiled cynically and said perfunctorily: "Nothing."

Although Feng Heng couldn't see anything on his face, he couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Fengsheng and Luo Yangyang are well on the bed. If the old man knew about it, he didn't know what the old man would think.

Moreover, this is the Fengjia ancient house anyway.

The Fengsheng dared to hold Luo Yangyang's hand in front of everyone, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

What else does Feng Shiya want to ask, but Feng Heng speaks before her: "Shiya, brother gives you a task."

"What task?" Feng Shiya didn't think much, and asked instead.

"Tonight..." Feng Heng suddenly leaned into Feng Shiya's ear and muttered softly.

Not far away, Feng Yihan happened to see Feng Heng and Feng Shiya talking to each other and didn't know what they were talking about.

She took a few more glances, disdainful of her dealings with Feng Shiya, turned around and left, not even in the mood to play.

For the family portrait before the reunion dinner, the male son is in the first two rows, and the daughter-in-law and other older generation women are in the third row.

The unmarried female families are in the last row, and Luo Yangyang is on the far left of the last row.

Before arranging and taking photos, Luo Yangyang looked at the canonization in the middle of the first row.

Among the men in tunic suits, she saw the canonized figure at a glance, which was really far apart.

With crowds of people moving across many people, the canonization seemed to be aware of Luo Yangyang's seemingly non-existent sight and looked back at the past.

Luo Yangyang hadn't taken his gaze back, and in an instant, a pair of cold and clear eyes ran into the air.

Because of this sudden stare, the people around seemed to disappear, Luo Yangyang only saw the cold and solemn face of the canonization in his eyes.

In the atmosphere of laughter and laughter, the subtle and ethereal affection spread in the eyes of the two of them. In the silent staring, the two smiled at each other.

It was too much to be discovered, and the canonization quickly withdrew his sight.

The two people looked at each other for no more than three seconds.

However, in this short gap of three seconds, Feng Yihan, who had been paying attention to the canonization, was discovered.

She poked her head out slightly, glanced viciously at Luo Yangyang in the same row, and her deep hatred took root in her heart.

If she wants to get close to her eldest brother, Luo Yangyang is definitely the first mountain!

One day, she will trample Luo Yangyang under her feet!

Luo Yangyang was absent-minded and didn't notice Feng Yihan's unfriendly eyes.

The middle-aged butler is taking pictures of everyone in the front. She is lacking interest in taking this family portrait.

She doesn't have a surname, and the four rows of people from Feng's family gather here. She knows less than one-tenth of them. She really doesn't feel like family.

During the reunion dinner, Luo Yangyang was surprised by the huge round table for several seconds.

Dozens of people sat together, this reunion dinner was enough to reunite.

What made Luo Yangyang thankful was that a family of children sitting together, her sense of existence as a stranger was greatly reduced.

In the lively and peaceful dining atmosphere, no one paid too much attention to her. She had a relaxing meal at this reunion dinner.

After dinner, everyone got together and it was time for fun.

Feng Sheng followed the old man and didn't know what he was up to, Luo Yangyang sat in a corner of the living room bored.

"Hello, your name is Luo Yangyang?" Feng Shiya walked towards her, raising a gentle smile.

Suddenly hearing his name, Luo Yangyang lifted his eyelids and saw Feng Shiya with exquisite makeup and soft features: "Yeah."

"My name is Feng Shiya, I'll take you to play." Feng Shiya said, regardless of whether Luo Yangyang agreed or not, she took her hand and ran out.