Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"..." Looking at Feng Zimu, who was like a little poor, Luo Yangyang was ashamed. Are Feng's family members so smart?

A little kid could see through her mind, and it hurt her too much.

"Sister-in-law..." Seeing Luo Yang Yangguang watched him silently, Feng Zimu spoiled her brows as she frowned, a demo that could cry at any time.

A few black lines fell on Luo Yangyang's forehead, she was sure that she just made Feng Zimu, he couldn't cry.

If the Feng family man was so crying, no matter how old he was, he would have been beaten up long ago.

but.

"Let's go then." Luo Yangyang took the door with his hand.

Forget it, don't care about the children, or she will appear too naive.

Now let her wait in the room, she can't sit still.

"Sister-in-law, I know you are the best!" Feng Zimu instantly smiled, holding Luo Yangyang's hand and ran anxiously.

He has to run faster, otherwise he won't see the swift and resolute methods of the big brother.

The reception hall was far away from the residential area, and Luo Yangyang and Feng Zimu ran all the way under the moonlight.

Many people gathered outside the living room in the old house where the lanterns and lights were flourishing.

But these people didn't dare to approach the door of the meeting room, only chatting far and near, and they didn't dare to make much movement.

When the canonization walked from the corridor, everyone paid attention to him wherever he passed, and stopped talking with interest.

Before entering the meeting room, Feng Sheng heard the female voice shouting and screaming from the hall. It was not very familiar, but it was a weeping sound for sure.

The pace of the canonization still went forward without delay. When he stepped into the living room, he first saw the old man and his uncle, his uncle, who was sitting in the first place.

They are arranged on the pear wood chairs on both sides of the hall. On the left side sits his father, uncle and some elders. Opposite them sits Jiang Haifeng's parents.

In the lowermost position on the right, sitting Feng Yi and Feng Heng.

Madam Jiang was already crying, but after seeing the canonization walk in from outside, she stood up with excitement.

"Canonization! What have you done to my son? Give my son back to me!"

I saw her crying and rushing towards the canonization.

When Feng Yi saw Madam Jiang’s posture, he immediately got up, took a few flying strides, and stopped Madam Jiang in the middle of the hall: "Mrs. Jiang, you have something to say."

Feng Yi saw Madam Jiang rushing over with a nose and tears. As soon as Leng's eyebrows wrinkled, Feng Yi blocked her for him.

"Say it?" Madam Jiang had scarlet eyes, clutching Feng Yi's clothes with both hands, tearing him and pushing him in a crushing motion, "My son is missing, so let me talk? You hand over my son first! Hand it over!"

In the huge living room, the canonization stood three meters from the door, and didn't go any further.

He glanced coldly at first and was still sitting in his seat, but he saw Father Jiang who was holding back his anger and impatientness. Then, his gaze crossed Feng Yi and fell on Mrs. Jiang, who could collapse at any time. .

"Mrs. Jiang, do you mean that Takako is missing? If you are missing, you should go to the police. It would be a mistake to come to my house to make trouble during the Chinese New Year." The titled saint stood proudly like a pine, standing tall and cold Noodles.

‘Boom! A loud noise is the sound made by Father Jiang's left hand and a sharp slap on the desktop.

When Father Jiang slapped the table, he stood up suddenly.

A few wrinkled middle-aged faces, full of anger, he pointed at the canonization with trembling fingers: "Canonization! Do you think we came here for no reason? Don't deny me, where are you hiding my son? Up!"