Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"Wait." Luo Yangyang wanted to refuse, but Feng Shiya ran too fast and grasped tightly, she could only be forced to follow.

Feng Shiya took Luo Yangyang for a stroll all the way in the ancient house, and greeted everybody a few times, and introduced Luo Yangyang by the way. Luo Yangyang could only say ‘hello’ in a little embarrassment.

The two were shuttled between the ancient houses. Feng Shiya was obviously very familiar with the ancient houses. Luo Yangyang was almost fainted when she walked through it. She was still excited.

It was getting dark early when I walked down to the residential area of ​​the younger generation.

This corner of the ancient house is the world of young people. Once stepping into the hall, Luo Yangyang has the illusion of entering a wonderful world.

In the antique building, a group of men and women wearing cheongsam and tunic suits seemed to have accidentally walked into the wheel of history.

but.

As soon as she came in, she heard a waltz music chapter floating above the hall.

On the dance floor, there are men and women dancing in pairs hugging each other.

The ancient style buildings are paired with retro outfits, but the dance floor is so modern dance music.

This hall Yanran is a bar. Under the colorful flashing lights, watching the weird scene where the dress and behavior don't go forward, Luo Yangyang looked at it, and he felt quite harmonious.

"Go, let's have a drink." Feng Shiya pulled Luo Yangyang and shuttled to the bar.

"I don't know how to drink." Luo Yangyang increased the volume and replied when he was shuttled among the pedestrians in the slightly noisy bustle.

She has drunk beer at most, and she has drunk only a handful of times.

The only few drinking experiences made her understand that she really didn't drink much.

"It's at my own house anyway. When I get drunk, I go back to my room and fall asleep. There will be nothing wrong." Feng Shiya turned around and smiled heartily.

Seeing Feng Shiya's smile so bright and bright, Luo Yangyang also raised his mouth helplessly.

Although Feng Shiya is gentle and looks gentle, but she is a particularly warm person.

After contacting her tonight, Luo Yangyang felt that she was pretty good, at least much better than Feng Yihan's feeling.

The two walked through the crowd to the bar, Feng Shiya smiled brightly, rushed to the young man in the bar, and said heartily: "Brother, two glasses of your signature wine!"

Luo Yangyang sat down on the high chair next to Feng Shiya, she was a little curious.

Every young man named Feng Shiya called his brother. These are all Feng's family members?

Canonization have so many brothers?

She looked at Feng Shiya who had called her brother, there were no fewer than twenty men.

"These are all Feng's family members?" Although Luo Yangyang felt that this question was a bit white-eyed, he still asked in Feng Shiya's ear out of curiosity.

She made a rough calculation. The old man has a younger brother and two sons. There shouldn't be so many people in the Feng family who gather together as elders.

"How should I say, they are all Feng's family members, but not all have the surname Feng." Feng Shiya also leaned into Luo Yangyang's ear to explain.

She knew in her heart that Luo Yangyang definitely felt that there were too many family members, and she probably couldn't recognize it.

Luo Yangyang was really a little puzzled, she thought everyone in this ancient house was named Feng.

Of course, she is an exception to this particular situation.

Seeing that Luo Yangyang didn’t understand, Feng Shiya explained: “It’s like the old man has a sister. The son of his sister who was married is not named Feng, but it is estimated that the reason for the great cause of Feng’s family is the daughter who married. Every Chinese New Year comes back, and many generations have dragged their families back with their mouths."

Luo Yangyang nodded clearly, and all the married women came back. Several generations gathered together. No wonder there were so many people.

Luo Yangyang was still talking to Feng Shiya, and Feng Heng's voice entered his ears.

"I have been looking for you for so long, so you are here, come on, dance with me."

Feng Heng, who had been waiting for a long time, walked over and took Luo Yangyang by the wrist and led her to the dance floor.