Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Feng Heng smiled too softly, as if he had done nothing and nothing happened.

Looking at Feng Heng who was so improper, Feng Yi gritted his teeth with anger.

Feng Yihan was still lying on the bed, and Feng Heng had no clothes on himself.

Lying on the bed is his cousin! Even if there is no blood relationship, how can he be so embarrassed to be such a beast!

Still smiling lightly? Being smashed into such a thing, what is supporting him, makes him so disapproving!

"Are you angry?" Feng Heng watched Feng Yi step by step, walking in very slowly.

Although Feng Yi didn't say a word, and looked unconventional, he knew that he angered Feng Yi.

After all, he is not wearing any clothes now. Feng Heng picked up the clothes scattered beside the bed and moved them silently and quickly.

Feng Yi would definitely not let him go. If the two of them made too much movement, he wouldn't want to be seen by others. He looked undressed.

"Brother, where are you? Did you leave me again?" Feng Yihan, who was drunk and unconscious on the bed, twisted his limbs wide open.

She anxiously searched for Feng Heng's fiery body, without knowing how ashamed she was at the moment.

Feng Yi, who walked in the backlight, glanced at Feng Yihan.

Her white and tender skin seemed to change to reflect the light in the dim light, because the passion glowed with attractive pink light.

Looking at Feng Yihan, who was still in passion, a touch of pain flashed in Feng Yi's eyes, pain deep into his bones.

Feng Yihan is arrogant, he can ignore it.

In his opinion, it is normal for girls to be spoiled at all, but he never expected that Feng Yihan would be so self-loving and so humble!

Feng Yi thought in pain that Feng Yihan was obviously very drunk. Maybe she didn't want to be like this, but Feng Heng was taking advantage of the danger.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Yi's monstrous anger was even more uncontrollable sprayed towards Feng Heng.

Feng Heng's dressing speed was very fast. When Feng Yi stepped forward, although he still didn't wear his upper body, his pants were already set.

"Feng Heng, you have to pay for it!" Feng Yitie clenched his fist tightly, and slammed a punch that could no longer be suppressed.

"Hmm..." Feng Heng immediately snorted in pain.

He obviously saw Feng Yi punching, and he dodged in time, but Feng Yi punched his punches so fast that he didn't hide.

Feng Heng was severely hit with an iron fist on the left cheekbone.

The huge inertia made him suddenly turn sideways, and he almost fell to the ground with a stagger, and the corners of his mouth were instantly bloodshot.

Suddenly, Feng Heng, who was beaten hard, also soared in anger.

He Feng Yihan didn't take the initiative to do this. If Feng Yihan hadn't haunted him, he would still disdain her!

In anger, Feng Heng hit back with a backhand.

The huge anger rising from deep in his heart made Feng Yi not avoid Feng Heng's menacing punch.

He concentrated the power of his whole body on his right arm, his biceps and triceps swelled instantly, and his huge fist directly greeted him, closing the fiercely hit fist.

Both sides hit hard and hit hard.

"Hmm..." In an instant, under Feng Yi's heavy blow, Feng Heng only felt his entire right arm numb, and at the same time he groaned in pain, he was beaten back again and again.

In the anger of Feng Yi pressing on and Feng Heng's unwillingness to show weakness, the two quickly fought.

Both punches and kicks carried fierce moves, obviously they were all practiced.

In the fist and fist, the stern strokes, as if they would not stom the opponent under their feet, and vowed to never stop.

Luo Yangyang came down from upstairs alone, taking advantage of the good night, she wanted to sit by the beach.

She heard it on the stairs before she reached the first floor.

The sound was too unusual, and there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Luo Yangyang stood on the first floor of the stairs and hesitated. Driven by curiosity, she walked towards the room that made the strange noise.