This is a warm little shop with simple decorations. Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan sat down by the window. "What do you two want to eat?" The waiter poured two cups of tea.
, and then hand them the menu.
Feng Zhiming pushed the menu in front of Ling Yanyan, "You can order whatever you want to eat."
Ling Yanyan looked at the menu, but didn't know what to order.
Feng Zhiming took the menu from her hand and started to order the food. He had never eaten it anyway, so what if he ordered everything?
"Hey, Feng Zhiming, you are crazy. There are only two of us, and you are ordering so many dishes." Is he planning to have a full banquet?
Feng Zhiming glanced at her indifferently and put the menu aside, "That's all for now."
Ling Yanyan was speechless. Well, he was rich anyway, so if he ordered so many meals, the cost would be wasted. But what she was most afraid of was that he would make her so full that she could eat three meals in one meal.
"Why are you frowning?" Feng Zhiming reached out and touched her face.
Ling Yanyan smiled deliberately, "No way! You saw it wrong."
"Really? That's good, I like to see you smile." Her smile makes people addicted.
Since it is not very early and there are few people dining, the food will be served quickly.
Every dish was exquisite. Feng Zhiming picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, picked out the thorns, and then handed it to her and put it to her mouth.
Ling Yanyan looked at the people dining around her, then looked at him, "Quick! My hands are sore." Feng Zhiming glared at her.
"I can do it myself," Ling Yanyan didn't want to be the center of attention.
Feng Zhiming was more powerful than her, so he walked across from her and sat down next to her.
He put one hand around her slender waist and held her in front of him, then picked up the vegetables and fed her one bite at a time.
Ling Yanyan didn't even have the right to resist or refuse.
Feng Zhiming smiled with satisfaction, "You are too thin and too uncomfortable to hold." This was the reason why he fed her desperately regardless of whether she could eat or not.
Ling Yanyan glared at him angrily: "Do you think I'm too cute? Okay! Then you go find a girl who's not cute to hug you."
Feng Zhiming tightened his hand on her waist and smiled evilly. "Just make you fat." It would be too troublesome to find another woman, and there was no other woman who made him crazy like her.
After more than an hour, the two of them walked out of the restaurant. Ling Yanyan felt that she couldn't walk because she couldn't hold on.
"I'll carry you back." Feng Zhiming bent down and said to her.
Ling Yanyan refused, "No, let's go back for a walk." If she asked him to carry it back, she would probably vomit.
Feng Zhiming put his hand on her shoulder and said, "It looks like you are really full." He walked on the road without objection.
The moonlight shone down, reflecting on the two people's bodies, as if covered with a layer of soft golden light. The street lamp elongated the silhouettes of the two people. When they returned to the apartment, Feng Zhiming walked into the bathroom. Ling Yanyan stood there
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, why did he treat her so tenderly? Did he really treat her like a treasure? He made her heart move even more.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and a cool breeze blew in, ruffling her long hair and blowing up the gauze curtains on the side, making her even more hazy.
Feng Zhiming walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel tied around his waist, looked at her back, walked forward, put his arms around her shoulders, and placed them on her chest, "What are you thinking about?" a magnetic voice said.
It rang in her ears.
Ling Yanyan reached out and held his hand, "I didn't think about anything."
"Don't you even want me?" Feng Zhiming pulled her over and the two of them leaned face to face.
Her little hand touched his handsome face, "You are here, do you still need to think?"
The big hand grasped the small hand that was moving around his face, then pulled it down and placed it on his waist, "You must think of me every minute and every second."
"You are so domineering." Ling Yanyan chuckled and leaned against his chest.
Such a domineering person is Feng Zhiming, the Feng Zhiming she knows, and the Feng Zhiming who has always been in her heart.
"My hair is still dripping with water." The water dripped down and landed on her face. It was cool, but had its own unique taste.
The corners of Feng Zhiming's lips raised, "It doesn't matter, there is one more important thing." As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed her lips, not domineeringly, but affectionately, holding her tightly in his arms.
inside, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.
His big hands took off her clothes and planted kisses on her body.
Ling Yanyan felt that it was difficult to breathe. What was wrong with him?
A cell phone rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
Ling Yanyan struggled slightly, "My cell phone rang."
However, Feng Zhiming still didn't want to let her go, so he picked her up by the waist, walked to the big bed, and then picked up the mobile phone she put on the bedside table.
Ling Yanyan answered the phone, "Hello."
"Mommy!" Yiyi's sweet voice came, "Yiyi." A smile appeared on Ling Yanyan's face, with a helpless smile.
"Mommy, Yiyi misses you so much. Aunt Yan'er said you were very busy, that's why you didn't call," Yiyi said obediently, but it sounded heartbreaking to Ling Yanyan. She was really not a person.
A good mother left her daughter alone in the United States, but she couldn't take care of her personally.
"I'm sorry! Yiyi." Ling Yanyan's voice suddenly choked with sobs.
"Mommy, Yiyi will be very good, but will Mommy come to see Yiyi when she has time?" We haven't seen her for so long, how could she not want to?
Ling Yanyan sniffed and said, "Okay, Mommy will visit you when she has time."
Feng Zhiming's face turned ugly. As soon as he heard the name, he knew who was calling, and this was something he knew, but he was actually very unhappy.
The hand placed on her waist increased its strength, and Ling Yanyan almost cried out in pain.
"Okay, Yiyi wants to see Mommy too. Mommy, Aunt Yan'er wants to talk to you on the phone." Yiyi handed the phone to Yan'er who was standing aside.
"Yanyan, has nothing happened to you? Why haven't you even called me for so long? And your phone is often unreachable." Yan'er's voice sounded worried.
Yanyan pushed the restless Feng Zhiming hard and continued talking on the phone, "I have nothing to do, what about you? Have you set a wedding date with Brother Zehao?"
"No! I don't want to forgive him so easily. I live in your villa now, and my uncle has come back from a business trip, but he is quite worried about you. Now that he is out, why don't you let him talk to you?
I don't know how difficult it is to call you." Yan'er called many times but couldn't get through. Yiyi just happened to get through today.
"Then I'll go to France to see you when I have time. If anything happens, I can call you anytime." Ling Yanyan finally closed the line and hung up.
"You want to go to France? You can't go without my permission." Feng Zhiming disagreed. What he wanted to do now was to keep her by his side.
****Dear friends, I am busy with work today, and another update may be late, but I will try my best to update it as soon as possible...