Chapter 208

Feng Yi stood motionless at the entrance of the stairs. It seemed that he had been standing for a while.

Looking at him, Luo Yangyang suddenly thought of the conversation with Feng Yihan just now.

Standing here at the entrance of the stairs, you can hear the sound of the door.

So, just now she and Feng Yihan had an unfriendly communication. Did Feng Yi hear that?

"Back." Looking at Luo Yang, who was surprised, Feng Yi smiled gently as if he didn't know anything.

"Well, I'm back." For a moment, Luo Yang had to nod stupidly.

The second brother seems to be normal.

"The second brother goes to work." Feng Yi patted Luo Yangyang on the shoulder and then went out over her.

"..." after Feng Yi left, Luo Yang still stood at the entrance of the stairs and didn't hurry upstairs.

She spoke with Feng Yihan in a loud voice. She was sure that Feng Yi heard it.

Knowing that she is not with Feng Yihan, and even a little hostile to each other, will Feng Yi's reaction be a little less peaceful?

What Luo Yangyang didn't see was that after Feng Yi turned his back to her, his eyes faded, his look was extremely complex, and the corners of his mouth were tight.

In addition to Luoyang, Feng's family are still students. Everyone else has gone to work.

As for Feng Yihan, who has completed her studies, she can't stay at home.

All day long, there was only Luoyang at home.

In the afternoon, close to the time of getting off work, the first person to return home was Feng Yihan, who had been playing crazy all day outside.

Luo Yangyang is watching a movie on the sofa in the hall on the first floor. It's a very moving movie, but she didn't watch it.

When she heard something coming from the door, she looked back.

After seeing Feng Yihan, she turned around and continued to watch the film. She was not even interested in saying hello.

"At least I'm your sister too. Although I disdain to have your sister, are you too rude?"

Feng Yihan, who was in a good mood all day, completely dissipated in the disregard of Luo Yangyang when he entered the door.

"Politeness also depends on people. It's not necessary for you." Luo Yangyang watched her movie without looking back.

She is just used to forbearance, not without temper.

Later, she thought about the kidnapping carefully and couldn't get rid of her relationship with Ye Shayan.

She doesn't want Feng Yihan to become the second Ye Shayan in her life.

She didn't want to experience the helpless experience of being tied and slaughtered by others again.

"Luo Yangyang, who do you think you are? Don't be too arrogant!" Feng Yihan, who entered the hall, was so angry that he threw his handbag on the sofa.

She is the eldest lady of the family!

What is Luoyang!

"..." Luo Yangyang's big eyes turned, squinted at the handbag thrown beside her, and looked up at Feng Yihan, who was furious.

"Why am I arrogant? I just watch a movie, which annoys you?"

Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Yihan with a ferocious face because of anger.

In fact, she doesn't quite understand why Feng Yihan is so angry every time he sees her.

"Luo Yangyang, you're challenging me. Are you confident?" Feng Yihan's angry eyes were wide open, as if he had been trampled on his tail.

"I don't understand that. How can I be confident? Who gave me confidence?" Luo Yang, sitting cross legged on the sofa, smiled calmly.

To say that she is at home, that is to say, she is canonized.

But their relationship, she did not have the courage to put it on the surface, where she dared to make trouble without fear.

Feng Yihan wanted to choke, but she closed her mouth and didn't want to say it.

She was afraid that as soon as she said it, those things would become true.

Feng Yihan stood in front of the sofa. She was angry. When she saw the water cup on the tea table, she suddenly felt a little thirsty.

She didn't pay much attention. She picked up the empty glass and kettle on the tea table and wanted to pour water.

The water in the kettle is just boiled. Luoyang wants to make flower tea, but he hasn't had time to make it.

Seeing Feng Yihan clutching the glass in her left hand and pouring the kettle in her right hand, she hurried to stop: "that's open..."

"Ah!" After that, the glass was not sealed.

Feng Yihan lost her hand, which was nothing, but she lost it in the direction of Luoyang.

A glass filled with more than half a glass of boiling water flew towards Luoyang.