Feng Zhiming held down her moving body and said, "Sit tight, I'll get it." In two or three strides, he took the white and pink mobile phone placed on the bedside table and handed it to her.
Ling Yanyan looked at the incoming call and pressed the answer button, "Hello, brother Zehao?"
"Yanyan, it's me, Yan'er, are you okay? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Yan'er's voice was filled with urgency and worry.
"I'm fine. How are you and Brother Zehao? Have you reconciled?" Ling Yanyan asked. She has been back to France for so long and hasn't made any calls. It's late at night there, so it should be
Are you reconciled?
Yan'er snorted, "Why don't I reconcile with him? Is he simply forcing me? He took me directly back to his house regardless of my feelings, and said he wanted to get married immediately. I hate him so much." Phone call
Yan'er's happy complaints came from the other end, "Yan'er, congratulations to you, you and Brother Zehao are finally getting married." Ling Yanyan was really happy, with tears welling up in her eyes.
"I want you to take Yiyi and Hanghang to live in France for a while." Yan'er also missed her son, "Has my brat been obedient?"
The smile on Ling Yanyan's lips deepened, "Hanghang is very good, I'll make preparations and take them to France in the next two days."
"I don't agree!" Feng Zhiming's voice sounded. She actually wanted to go to France! But he felt very uncomfortable.
His voice surprised them all, especially Yan'er, "Yanyan, are you okay with Zhiming? Has he recovered his memory?"
"No, he just happened to be here." Yes, it just happened! Ling Yanyan herself felt that this reason was still barely acceptable.
Yan'er smiled weirdly on the other end of the phone, "Oh, what a coincidence! Since it's just a coincidence, I won't bother you. Good night!" Ling Yanyan put the phone away and looked at Feng Zhiming, who had a bad expression on her face.
She pulled down his big hand on her waist and said, "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you." She took a step back and deliberately distanced herself from him.
Feng Zhiming stared at her closely and approached her, "I tell you, Ling Yanyan, I don't agree with you going to France."
"Why do you care about me! I'm going!" But he wanted to go against him. Who did he think he was? Didn't he obviously forget her? Now it's okay to break into the house, but he actually wants to stop her from going to France.
Control her freedom?
"Do you think you can make the decision?" He smiled evilly, wondering how he could let her escape so easily.
Ling Yanyan turned her head, unwilling to look at him, pouted her lips, and cursed softly in her heart, "Damn arrogant man, overbearing and unreasonable!"
Feng Zhiming looked at her cute angry look. Not only was he not angry, but he was in a happy mood.
"Let's go! Let's go have lunch." Feng Zhiming said to her, looking at the time, it was already late, Ling Yanyan reluctantly put on an emerald green dress, and was forced by Feng Zhiming
I was forced to hold his arm, walked out of the room, and saw two little kids sitting in the living room playing video games.
"Hi, morning!" Yiyi's eyes moved away from the TV screen and looked at the two people holding each other's arms. She waved her little hand. Ling Yanyan's face immediately turned red and she wanted to break away.
But he hugged her tighter.
"Yiyi, does the wound on your head still hurt?" Feng Zhiming asked her, while the gauze on her head had not been removed.
A pleasant voice came from the TV, and the word "gameover" popped up. The two of them stood up from the shag carpet, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Okay, let's go, uncle will take you to dinner." The group of people walked out of the apartment, and Feng Zhiming drove them to the restaurant.
The four of us sat around the dining table like a family.
Feng Zhiming kept picking up food for Ling Yanyan, and after a while, the small bowl in front of her was full.
"Where did I eat so much?" Ling Yanyan's little face wrinkled slightly, she is not a pig!
"You are too thin! It feels uncomfortable to touch!" Feng Zhiming said as if the other two children were not there, without blushing and out of breath.
His words made Ling Yanyan blush behind her ears.
But he turned his head and said to the two children on the side: "When an adult speaks, listen to what you should hear and don't listen to what you shouldn't. When you listen, you should go in through the left ear and out through the right ear. I understand.
"?" He deliberately looked serious.
Hanghang and Yiyi suppressed their laughter and nodded, "Okay, I understand, we didn't hear anything, really didn't hear anything." How could this sound like there was no silver in this place!
"You are so good, come and listen to the food." A proud smile appeared on Feng Zhiming's face, and he picked up the food for Yiyi and Hanghang, but Ling Yanyan had no intention of eating at all, he was always so self-righteous!
Feng Zhiming looked at her who was holding chopsticks but didn't move a bite, "Yanyan, do you want me to feed you?" His tone was full of ambiguity.
"Uh, no, no, I can do it myself." Ling Yanyan took a mouthful of food and put it in her mouth. She looked around. She saw a Chinese restaurant, and it was in the lobby, in front of so many people.
If he feeds her noodles, then if she wants to live, she will be embarrassed to death.
Feng Zhiming picked up a piece of moderately fat and thin braised pork and handed it to her, "Open your mouth."
He really wanted to feed her!
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "I can do it myself." She picked up the chopsticks in her hand and tried to hold them, but he glared at her fiercely, "Open your mouth!"
Okay, okay! Unreasonable domineering man!
He could only helplessly open his mouth and eat the piece of meat.
"Brother Hanghang, Mommy is so shy. She is so old and needs to be fed." Yiyi picked up the vegetables and ate by herself. Although her mouth was obviously stuffed with food, she still couldn't stop what she wanted to say.
Ling Yanyan was so embarrassed that she really wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl down there.
This scene was seen by Wang Xueyi, who happened to be having dinner with a client. The intimate behavior between the two of them deeply hurt her heart. He didn't go to the company all morning, but was with her, watching them.
The four of them were chatting and laughing while eating lunch. Her heart ached, and her jealousy rose again.
Feng Zhiming, how could he treat her like this? She is his wife! Has he forgotten? Hasn't he already lost his memory? Why is he still entangled with Ling Yanyan?
She hates! She hates Ling Yanyan!
Sitting in the car, watching their smiles through the car window, I took out my mobile phone and dialed his number.
Feng Zhiming's cell phone placed on the table made a buzzing sound, but he acted as if he didn't know and continued to pick up dishes for them beside him.
"Your phone is ringing." Ling Yanyan reminded him.
Feng Zhiming directly pressed the hang-up button, "Eat!" How could he not know who called this call? He didn't want to answer it!
But the phone continued to ring, "There may be something urgent. Are you really not going to answer it?"
Feng Zhiming glanced at Ling Yanyan opposite and picked up the phone, "What's the matter?"
"Zhi Ming, why didn't you come to the company in the morning? You have a meeting in the afternoon, didn't you forget?" Wang Xueyi tried her best to speak to him in the calmest tone, holding back the anger in her heart.
"Got it!" He hung up the phone with a look of displeasure on his face, while everyone else around him was silent.
After Wang Xueyi hung up the phone, she slammed the phone aside. He was so cold to her every time. When could he give her a little bit of his place in his heart, even just a little bit?