Hearing the voice of Feng Heng, Luo Yangyang and Feng Sheng stopped at the same time and turned back together.
As soon as Luo Yangyang turned around, the first thing he saw was not Feng Heng's face, but a picture he held in front of him.
The red lanterns make the photos turn red. There are two people in the photos.
Both tall and short are wearing blue clothes, dark blue Zhongshan clothes and light blue cheongsam clothes. They behave very closely and hug and kiss closely together.
At first sight, seeing such a picture, Luo Yangyang's brain "hummed" and burst into a blank.
But even if her brain was blank and stopped running, her hands were subconsciously raised, and the whirlwind quickly took the photos from Feng Heng's hands.
This is a picture of her and canonization accidentally bumping into each other and kissing on the dance floor!
Feng Heng didn't stop Luo Yang from robbing the photos. He was going to give them.
When Feng Sheng saw the photo, his cold eyes were also tight.
He wasn't worried about the exposure of the photo. He was just amazed by himself and Luo Yang in the photo.
The effect of kissing photos taken in front of people under the dazzling lights is so good that it is even more beautiful than their selfie.
"Isn't that a good picture?" Feng Heng looked at Feng Sheng ostentatiously. "Just now in the reception hall, I wanted to take it out for the old man to watch, but the new year's Eve is dangerous because his family's blood pressure is too high, so I'll give it to you."
"Then I have to thank brother Heng." The Canon's expressionless indifference.
Feng Heng was defeated again and again. If he failed again, he would be completely defeated. He was worried that there was no chance to turn over again, so he pretended to be kind and didn't take out the photos.
"You're welcome. Just be your brother's New Year gift." Feng Heng's heroic wave was so free and easy.
Before Feng Heng left, he looked at Luo Yang, who was closely protecting the photo, and said with a cynical smile: "happy new year, Feng Xiaomei."
"..." Luo Yangyang stared at Feng Heng in an unhappy rage, and didn't mean to wish him back at all.
The photos in her hand made her unable to smile at Feng Heng.
When he was on the dance floor, Feng Heng was kicked back and forth by Feng Sheng. How could he have time to secretly shoot?
Moreover, he had no camera, mobile phone and other photographic items in his hand.
Can it be said that what happened on the dance floor was actually a plot made by Feng Heng early in the morning?
Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Heng and suddenly felt that she didn't know him. Of course, she never knew him.
"Ignore him." Feng Sheng led Luo Yang along the long corridor, ignoring the sight of betting from time to time.
"Does Feng Heng... Know our relationship?" Luo Yangyang only felt that the photos in his hand were as hot as potato.
"It should be." Feng Sheng held Luo Yang's hand tightly.
Although the handle was grasped by Feng Heng, the time was not ripe. Feng Heng would not stab him rashly, so he didn't worry about this problem.
After Feng Yi came out of the reception hall, he looked worried.
When Feng Yihan found him, he saw him sitting in a pavilion and looking at the silvery white snow. He seemed a little distracted.
"Second brother!" Feng Yihan was filled with her charming smile and ran to him happily, "Happy New Year!"
Suddenly heard the laughter of Feng Yihan, Feng Yirun's eyebrows trembled slightly. As soon as his warm eyes turned, he saw Feng Yihan's smiling face.
Feng Yi stared at her quietly and didn't speak.
His gaze made Feng Yihan's smile gradually stiff and his heart bristled: "second brother, second brother, what's the matter with you?"