Feng Shengming knew that there were reporters watching and filming, but he didn't have any evasion, and after the car stopped, he got out of the car as soon as the door opened and his legs were crossed.

After the boss got out of the car, Ma Feng kept the van next to the car from the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, the boss had only taken a few steps out of the car when the rear window of the van rolled down and a shot poked out.

Before getting out of the car, he deliberately explained that Ma Feng didn't have to wait for him.

After Ma Fengmu saw him enter the public security bureau, he drove away.

He entered the Public Security Bureau in the evening, and he did not come out until midnight.

And the photos he took when he entered the Public Security Bureau have already caused a stir on the Internet.

wave after wave of unsettled, the news about Luo Yangyang and him, the heat has not been able to drop.

Regarding the waves on the Internet, canonization is completely indifferent, and the other party, Luo Yangyang, is so tired that she falls asleep, and she has no time to care.

Luo Yangyang slept from the evening until the next morning, and then woke up quietly.

Gently and slowly open the eyes, you can see a touch of morning light, and the curtains are slightly fluttering by the breeze.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was blue, and the familiar vision that had been lost for a long time awakened Luo Yangyang's memory.

This is not in the British Isles, this is a canonized private villa.

In the quiet and peaceful atmosphere, she also felt an arm around her waist, hugging her untightly.

The warm body temperature close to her back filled her heart with a sweet taste.

Turning around slightly, Luo Yangyang also saw that he had opened his eyes at this time when he saw the face of Feng Sheng with a trace of cyan scum.

"Early."

In the warmth of the four eyes, the corners of Luo Yangyang's lips were slightly raised, and he immediately sent a tender and sweet smile.

"Early."

The left hand is still wrapped around Luo Yangyang's thin waist, and the right arm stretches out of the quilt and lifts it, and Luo Yangyang's little head also lifts it tacitly.

"Got enough sleep?"

Holding Luo Yangyang firmly in his arms, the saint lowered his head slightly and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

When I came back in the second half of the night, I was worried that she would be upset if she slept for so long and didn't see him when she woke up.

When she came back, she was still lying on the bed and sleeping unconscious, and even her sleeping position was the same as when he left.

"Hmm."

Luo Yangyang, who felt that he had slept for a little long, drilled his shy little head and nestled into the arms of the saint.

Did the Holy Bastard think she was too sleepy?

After going to the British Isles, the two couldn't sleep with such peace of mind.