"Why?"

Luo Yangyang was just about to answer the key's hand, and immediately paused.

This is Hua Yifei's call to her, why can't she answer it.

"You haven't made any movies about him now, what can he do to call you?"

As he spoke, Feng Sheng took the mobile phone from Luo Yangyang's hand, and decisively pressed the refuse button after speaking.

Hua Yifei is a director, and he does have some talent in making movies.

Yang Yang's "Immortal Fate" was really well filmed.

But letting Yang Yang make a movie was a wrong decision for him, and he resolutely couldn't let her make it again in the future.

So this Hua Yifei is best to cut off contact with her.

"He's definitely not going to call me if he's fine, and if he does, it's a sign that something is wrong. What are you hanging up for? ”

When Luo Yangyang saw that Feng Sheng had hung up the phone, he was a little excited, and he reached out to snatch the phone back.

She knew that Feng Sheng liked to be jealous like a stuffy gourd, but his vinegar was too unreasonable.

She has nothing to do with Hua Yifei, so it's not good to hang up someone else's phone like this.

"It's definitely not a good thing to find you when you have something, so you don't need to pick it up."

Feng Sheng directly put Luo Yangyang's mobile phone into his suit pocket, and grabbed Luo Yangyang's outstretched hand.

"You're so arrogant! This is my call, and I have the right to decide whether to answer it or not! ”

Luo Yangyang, whose hands were firmly grasped, had a pair of eyes that could be described as angry.

Forget about her eating, how can she even care about who she makes friends with.

"Are you trying to rebel?"

Feng Sheng grabbed Luo Yangyang's hand, stretched it out to her thin waist instead, and put her on her lap with a strong lift.

Luo Yangyang's legs were almost subconsciously separated, and he straddled the sanctified legs very cooperatively.

"What's wrong with the rebellion? It's not that you're too domineering and unreasonable! ”

Luo Yangyang's left and right hands clenched his fists slightly, each stretched out an index finger, as if he was venting, poking at Fengsheng's hard chest one after another.

His muscles were so hard that his fingers were poked like they were on a stone.

Poking and poking, Luo Yangyang's mind was attracted by his chest muscles.

Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang, who was still angrily questioning him one second, and played with his chest muscles curiously the next second, with a helpless and doting look on his face.