Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"What are you doing? I don't jump!" Luo Yangyang, who was forcibly pulled off the high chair, said slightly angry.

How could Feng Heng always be like this, he didn't ask her, and he just started to do what he wanted.

"Can't dance? It doesn't matter, I teach you." Feng Heng deliberately misinterpreted Luo Yangyang's meaning, and did not neglect his steps towards the dance floor.

"I don't want to jump with you!" Luo Yangyang, who was forced to follow, struggled to push Fengheng's hand holding her wrist.

Feng Heng, a man, must be stronger than her. The more she pushed Feng Heng, the tighter she grasped, and her bare white wrists were about to be caught red.

"Don't want to jump with me?" Feng Heng looked at Luo Yangyang in a little surprised, and then his voice was aggrieved a bit, "Don't speak straight, I will be sad."

"Hurt you a big-headed ghost! Let go of me!" Luo Yangyang didn't think that Feng Heng thought she was good, so he came up again and again.

She always felt that this must be due to the canonization.

"You just let it go? It's too shameless, don't let it go!" When Feng Heng said this, Peach Blossom glanced at the door, as if waiting for someone.

Luo Yangyang couldn't contend with Feng Heng, and suddenly thought that he could ask Feng Shiya for advice.

However, when she turned her head, she saw Feng Shiya who was paying attention to her situation. She spread her hands and looked at her helplessly.

The hall was full of people, and Luo Yangyang was also struggling violently with yelling.

She was no match for Feng Heng, who was tall and magnificent, and she could only be forced onto the dance floor by him.

"I don't know how to jump!" Luo Yangyang slapped Feng Heng's hand on her body.

Is Feng Heng unable to understand human words?

She said she didn't want to jump with him!

"I'll teach you just fine, it's easy to learn." Feng Heng made it clear that Feng Heng was pulling Luo Yangyang to dance.

He didn't care about so much, and he turned around Luo Yangyang's waist, turning her dizzy first.

Luo Yangyang was turned into the center of the dance floor. When she was turned and staggered and almost fell, she could only grab Feng Heng's arm to prevent herself from falling.

When the canonization entered the hall, Leng Mou quickly scanned the lively hall.

When she saw Luo Yangyang dancing on the dance floor, she was a little surprised.

When it was clear that the person jumping with her was Feng Heng, the cold face of the canonization immediately sank.

"Feng Heng! Don't turn!" Feng Heng's dancing wasn't a dance step at all. He was just trying to hold her forcibly.

Luo Yangyang knows how to dance, but she can't keep up with Feng Heng's blind turn.

During the period, she stepped on Feng Heng a few feet, but Feng Heng didn't care at all, and turned happier instead.

"Are you dizzy? It's okay, after a few more turns, you won't be dizzy." Feng Heng took Luo Yangyang and turned between the two pairs of men and women.

Just as he turned around, Luo Yangyang saw the canonization coming from the door.

The snow at the door was shining with silvery white light, the canonization wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic, his eyes locked tightly on her, and he ignored the noisy people and things around him, just stepping firmly.

Under the colorful flashing lights, Luo Yangyang was turned around and turned around by Feng Heng, so that as soon as she left the canonization, she immediately turned her head and looked over.

When he saw the canonization, Luo Yangyang struggled even harder, but still couldn't match the strength of Feng Heng.

"It's just a dance, you just don't want Feng Sheng to see it. Are you with me?" Feng Heng had seen the Feng Sheng early, and now he leaned over to Luo Yangyang's ears ambiguously.

Luo Yangyang's attention was on the Fengsheng body, and Feng Heng's breath sprayed over her ears, and she reflexively tilted her head back to avoid it.

The more she avoided, Feng Heng leaned forward more ambiguously.

From the perspective of the canonization, Feng Heng seemed to be kissing Luo Yangyang's neck, seeing that he was full of cold evil spirits, and his cold eyes were sharp and terrifying.