Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa, his legs crossed naturally, and looked at Ling Yanyan sitting beside him. It had been three minutes since she came up, but she had been silent, "Ling Yanyan, you came to see me.
What's going on?" He decided to break the silence.
Ling Yanyan's hands kept twisting and she was very uneasy.
"Can you please stop embarrassing Minghao?" Ling Yanyan thought a lot about how to speak, but the question was so direct and frank, without a trace of tact.
"Did I embarrass him?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and asked her expressionlessly. Ling Yanyan was stunned, "No matter what you want me to do, I just ask you not to embarrass him," she understood.
Yes, no matter what he did, it was all because of himself. Because he hated himself.
"Are you really willing to do anything for him?" Feng Zhiming's voice paused slightly, "How deeply do you love him?"
Ling Yanyan raised her eyes to meet his deep eyes, "That's right! You can do anything you ask me to do."
She has delayed Li Minghao a lot, now, she should do something for him.
"What if I ask you to kneel down and beg me?" Feng Zhiming's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth. It chilled her and made him even colder.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Okay." She pursed her pink lips tightly. She stood up from the sofa and knelt down without any hesitation, "Please, don't embarrass him." Her eyes revealed distress and sadness.
.
"It seems that you really love him and are willing to kneel to me for him, but what I want more is you." Feng Zhiming squatted in front of her, keeping eye level with her.
Ling Yanyan moved back reflexively, shaking her head constantly.
"Are you scared?" Feng Zhiming became even more dissatisfied with her unconscious retreat.
"No." Ling Yanyan steadied herself and looked at him.
"As long as you're not afraid," he put his hands on her shoulders, knelt down on the shag carpet, moved his face closer to her, and kissed her before she could react.
Ling Yanyan did not refuse, and she could not refuse. Feng Zhiming was now like a demon in hell. The more she resisted, the less likely he would let her go.
Feng Zhiming was very satisfied with her reaction. They both fell on the plush carpet in front of the sofa, pressed her soft body under him, and deepened the kiss.
Ling Yanyan felt his body temperature and his breath. Why did these things not change, but he changed.
Tears fell unconsciously, she was really heartbroken, so she didn't resist, she put her arms around his back, making the two of them stick closer.
But he just kissed her lips, her smooth forehead, her pretty nose, and her pink cheeks, and kissed away the tears on her face. Her tears deeply hurt his heart.
"Be my woman! Just be my woman!" His sexy thin lips whispered in her ear, biting her small earlobe. She was such a sensitive little thing, even such a small intimacy
Any move made her gasp.
Ling Yanyan didn't speak, she just leaned against his chest quietly, and the two of them just lay on the carpet in an extremely ambiguous posture.
After a long time, Feng Zhiming picked her up and strode towards the lounge. There was a huge double bed with black sheets and black quilt cover, which formed a strong contrast with Ling Yanyan's white.
"Please me." Ling Yanyan huddled on the side of the bed and looked at Feng Zhiming, did he ask her to please him?
Her hesitation made Feng Zhiming get closer to her, "Don't want to? Then leave and wait for Li's enterprise to disappear!" He threatened her despicably.
His threat was successful, Ling Yanyan approached him, her small green hands climbed up to his chest, and reached out to unbutton the crystal buttons of his black silk shirt, one by one, until the last one, her lips were raw
She kissed him firmly on his solid chest, and gradually moved down to his fat-free belly. She had completely aroused his passion, but she stopped her movements, raised her innocent eyes, and looked at him, "Then
What?" Three words came out from her tender lips.
Feng Zhiming pushed her down on the bed, "Don't you know what to do next? Huh?" Would he believe it? Didn't he always think that she was a wanton woman, "Do you think it's interesting to pretend to be innocent with me?"
"Since she likes to pretend, let him take the lead.
He grabbed her little hand and asked her to hold the already erect male symbol under her through her pants, not allowing her to flinch in any way, but he lifted up her skirt without any gentleness at all and touched her with his hand.
With her back, she unbuckled her underwear, pulled off her underwear, and nibbled her soft breasts through the thin fabric with her sexy thin lips.
She bowed her body sensitively and faced him, "Zhi Ming, Zhi Ming." Ling Yanyan called his name forgetfully.
Feng Zhiming raised the corners of his lips, he was very satisfied with her reaction. The compatibility between the two was evidence of their love for each other.
The lounge with the door open was filled with beauty, and the sound of men's heavy breathing and women's soft gasps filled the whole room.
Wang Xueyi knocked on the door, but did not hear any response from Feng Zhiming. She opened the door and walked into his office. Seeing that there was no one in the office, she was about to walk out of the office. When she turned around, she saw the white mobile phone falling on the ground.
Bag, walked over and picked up the handbag. She knew this bag, it belonged to Ling Yanyan.
The sound coming from the lounge made Wang Xueyi's face turn pale in an instant. She was not a fool. How could she not know what kind of scene was going on in the lounge? There was unconcealable pain in her eyes. Her husband
Can she not feel heartbroken if she has sex with another woman in the office?
Will love disappear in endless pain? Or, it is not true love at all, but everything is based on interests.
Wang Xueyi turned around and walked out of his office, closed the door again, and pressed her back against the door. Feng Zhiming, how could you do this? After all these years, don't you have a little place for me in your heart?
His body slid down the door and fell onto the smooth floor.
Li Rui walked in from the outside and saw Wang Xueyi, whose face was as white as a piece of paper, sitting by the door. "Miss Xueyi."
Wang Xueyi heard his voice, stood up and left the office on the top floor.
Li Rui saw her resentment in her eyes and couldn't help but feel shocked.
In the lounge, after the pleasures, Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan. He took possession of her again and again, releasing his desires in her body again and again. When he met her, he was like a young man who had just begun to fall in love.
All desires will be aroused by her.
Ling Yanyan was covered in beads of sweat. She was too tired to face him, but she did not forget the purpose of her visit. "Do you hate me?" she asked softly, "You
You must hate me."
Feng Zhiming listened to what she said and didn't answer her. Did he hate her? Even he didn't know.