Wang Xueyi came down from upstairs and said, "Okay, Mommy is here."
Feng Zhiming drove the car, Wang Xueyi sat in the passenger seat, and Qianqian sat in the back seat.
"Zhi Ming, thank you." Wang Xueyi thanked him who was driving the car attentively. She didn't expect that he, who had been busy for so long and barely even returned home, would take time out to accompany his daughter to school today. It was really impressive.
She was surprised.
Feng Zhiming said nothing and drove the car intently.
The car stopped at the entrance of the school. The school was very lively today, especially for an aristocratic school.
Ling Yanyan was walking on campus with her daughter and Hanghang. Yiyi jumped up and down happily, "Brother Hanghang, you have to cheer for me!"
Hanghang nodded, "Okay. Yiyi, hurry up and get ready."
It turns out that Yiyi has a show to perform today, so no wonder she looks excited.
Feng Zhiming walked in with Sissi in hand, "Lu Yuhang, you're here too! Are you here to cheer me on?" She ran towards him and held his hand.
When Ling Yanyan saw Feng Zhiming, she was shocked. Why is he here? Looking back, what's so strange about him coming? Doesn't his daughter Feng Qianxi also attend this school?
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Wang Xueyi pulled her daughter over, "Sissi, what are you doing?" She hated that these people in front of her were too late, how could she let her daughter get close to them.
"Mommy!" Sissi threw away her mother's hand dissatisfied.
Yiyi looked at Feng Zhiming who appeared with Qianqian. His father was also here, and she had to perform well even though her father did not remember her.
However, Ling Yanyan hurriedly pulled Yiyi and Hanghang away. Feng Zhiming looked at the hurriedly leaving figures with interest, with an evil smile on his lips.
"Mommy, I hate Ling Ruoyi so much. She pesters Yuhang every day. I hate her very much." Sissi pouted and said with an unhappy look on her face.
Wang Xueyi felt worried after listening to her daughter's words.
In the large multi-functional hall, Ling Yanyan and Hanghang were sitting under the stage, and Feng Zhiming and Wang Xueyi were no exception.
Feng Zhiming's eyes were not looking at the performance on the stage, but were staring at Ling Yanyan who was sitting two rows in front of him.
On the stage, it was Yiyi, Qianqian and seven or eight other little girls who were performing the dance.
There was a sudden noise, and Yiyi accidentally slipped and fell off the stage.
Ling Yanyan quickly ran forward, "Yiyi!"
Feng Zhiming ran forward without thinking.
"Yiyi, wake up!" Ling Yanyan picked up her daughter, and her head was bleeding a lot.
Feng Zhiming helped her up, took Yiyi from her arms, and said, "Send her to the hospital quickly." Then he quickly ran out of the multi-purpose hall.
Feng Zhiming was driving the car, Ling Yanyan was holding her daughter, and Hanghang was sitting in the back seat of the car.
Yiyi, you must not let anything happen to you. If something happens to you, what do you want mommy to do?
"Auntie, Yiyi will be fine." Hanghang said calmly.
Ling Yanyan looked at Hanghang and nodded.
Outside the emergency room of the hospital, Ling Yanyan was waiting anxiously. Feng Zhiming helped her sit down, "Don't worry, she should be fine."
Ling Yanyan's hands were wringing uneasily. It's been almost half an hour since she went in. Why haven't she come out yet?
At this time, the door to the emergency room was opened, and the doctor came out. Ling Yanyan came forward and asked, "Doctor, is my daughter okay?"
"The wound is not very deep. It has been treated and the bleeding has stopped. She can be discharged from the hospital when she wakes up." After the doctor finished speaking, he left and Yiyi was sent to a ward by a nurse.
Feng Zhiming looked at Yiyi with her head wrapped in gauze. It was definitely not an accident that she fell off the stage. How could she fall off such a big stage, but he was not looking at the stage at that time.
Ling Yanyan stayed by the bed, waiting for her daughter to wake up, while Hanghang also sat by the bed.
After a while, Yiyi on the bed opened her eyes, "Mommy, Yiyi hurts so much." Her little hand touched the wound on her head, and Ling Yanyan picked up her daughter, "Yiyi, be good, Mommy, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Brother Yuhang is also shouting." Yiyi stretched out her hand to pull Yuhang.
Yiyi looked at Feng Zhiming, who was standing behind them, with a smile on her face, "Yiyi doesn't feel any pain anymore. Yiyi wants to go home."
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Okay, let's go home."
Feng Zhiming came over and asked, "I'll hold Yiyi, okay?" He lowered his head and asked Yiyi.
"Really? Hug." Yiyi stretched out her arms and threw herself into Feng Zhiming's arms, leaning her little head on his broad shoulders.
Ling Yanyan took Hanghang and followed them.
Feng Zhiming drove them back to the apartment. He stood downstairs and looked at the apartment building, "President Feng, thank you for sending us back."
Ling Yanyan took Yiyi from his arms and was about to walk into the apartment, but Feng Zhiming's voice came from behind her, "Why don't you invite me up for a cup of tea?"
His words made Ling Yanyan stop and turn her head. How could she refuse? He had helped her!
Nodding towards him, Yiyi also looked excited. After entering the room, Yiyi stayed in Feng Zhiming's arms. Ling Yanyan made a cup of coffee and brought it to him.
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "Thank you." He took a sip. The taste was very familiar, but it was also his favorite taste. "Ling Yanyan, your coffee making skills are good, and it suits my taste very well."
Yiyi was lying on the sofa, her head resting on Feng Zhiming's lap. After a while, she fell asleep with a smile on her face. Ling Yanyan gently picked up her daughter, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and watched
Looking at her daughter's smile, she felt very satisfied.
Walking back to the living room, I saw Feng Zhiming leaning lazily on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed.
When Ling Yanyan saw this scene, she was actually in a trance, as if she had returned to the way he was before he lost his memory.
Feng Zhiming opened his eyes, "Do you think I'm handsome?" When he met Ling Yanyan's dark eyes, her face instantly turned red.
"Narcissistic!" Ling Yanyan deliberately did not look at him and found a seat farthest away from him to sit down.
Feng Zhiming approached her, stretched out his long arms, and pulled her into his arms, "You are very special." He breathed softly into her ear, making her feel numb and itchy.
"Let me go." Ling Yanyan stopped him from getting closer.
Feng Zhiming smelled her feminine fragrance, "You are too charming, I can't let go." As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, sucking gently, like a treasure. When she gasped,
The dexterous tongue went straight in and intertwined tightly with her tongue.
She groaned and let out a satisfied moan. His big hands slipped into her clothes and touched her smooth back. With a slight movement of his fingers, the buckle of the underwear was easily unbuttoned and the shoulder straps of the dress were released.
As he slid down, a chill hit him, awakening Ling Yanyan's consciousness, and she pushed him away hastily, "No, you can't touch me." She pulled up her messy clothes.
"Why not? As long as I want, there is nothing I can't get." Feng Zhiming crossed his arms and looked at her.
Ling Yanyan glared at him angrily, "You..." Although he had lost his memory, he was still the same domineering and unreasonable person.
"What am I? Weren't you intoxicated just now?" He could clearly feel her body's reaction.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head, she shouldn't have been attached to him, she shouldn't have been so obsessed with just one kiss from him that she didn't know what was going on.
Feng Zhiming looked at the annoyed expression on her face and chuckled, "I'll go back first. See you tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the apartment.