Ling Yanyan woke up and looked around the room, but did not see Feng Zhiming. She quickly got out of bed, and as soon as she walked out of the door, she bumped into a solid chest, "Zhiming!"
"Where do you want to go?" Feng Zhiming hugged her into his arms, "Are you ready to throw yourself into my arms as soon as you wake up?"
"I thought you left." Ling Yanyan nestled in his arms aggrievedly.
Feng Zhiming carried her back to bed, "Take medicine." He poured a glass of water and prepared all the medicine to be taken.
"Can I not take it?" Ling Yanyan looked at the pile of medicine in front of her, her face wrinkled, "No!" Feng Zhiming refused without thinking, "Do you want me to feed you?"
"No need!" Ling Yanyan took the water cup, took the medicine, and drank it all.
Feng Zhiming watched her finish the medicine with satisfaction, put down the water glass, kissed her directly, and slipped a candy into her mouth, "Is it sweet?"
Ling Yanyan smiled, and she could feel his tenderness and consideration.
"I'll take you to the hospital." Feng Zhiming looked at the gauze on her forehead, "Why are you so careless? You are not allowed to drive again in the future."
"Why do they all say the same thing?" Ling Yanyan took the clothes he handed over, walked into the bathroom, and changed into clothes. He drove her to the hospital to change her dressing.
"Are you okay?" Feng Zhiming asked her while sitting in the car.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Of course it's okay. Didn't the doctor say it's okay?" Could he be a little too worried?
"Yeah!" Feng Zhiming was still worried, but he pretended to be calm on the surface. When the doctor removed the gauze, the shocking scar made him feel tight and painful.
"Why don't you have any expression at all? Aren't you happy that I'm fine?" Ling Yanyan pouted and turned her head.
Feng Zhiming pulled her over and said, "Okay! When did you become so unreasonable?"
Making trouble unreasonably? Does he understand? This is called coquettishness!
"President Feng, you are really bad at romance. I really don't know how I could fall in love with you!" Ling Yanyan sighed softly, her face full of disappointment.
Feng Zhiming started the engine and drove away from the hospital.
Holding the steering wheel in one hand and the phone in the other, he gently moved the touch screen a few times, and then placed the phone in the space of the car window.
"Let's go home." The car did not drive to Li Minghao's villa, but drove back to the high-end apartment in the city.
Feng Zhiming parked the car in the garage and picked up Ling Yanyan, "Don't do this, someone will see it."
"So what if I see you? You are the woman I love!" Feng Zhiming strode towards the elevator.
Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest. Is she really the woman he loves? Has he fallen in love with her again?
Whether he had amnesia or not, he fell in love with her.
I pressed my finger on the fingerprint reader at the door, and the door to the room opened automatically.
The room was dark, but he didn't turn on the light and walked towards the little light in the back room.
Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at the candlelight on the dining table, steak, red wine, and of course the delicate roses. It was a romantic candlelight dinner.
Li Rui stood aside, watching them come in, and bent down.
"Thank you for your hard work." Feng Zhiming smiled lightly and nodded to Li Rui.
"President, I'll go back first." Li Rui left the apartment.
"You..." Ling Yanyan looked at everything in front of her and looked at Feng Zhiming in surprise.
Feng Zhiming held her in his arms and sat down, pressing a kiss on her cheek, "What am I? Huh?" He chuckled and was about to walk to the opposite seat, but was pulled by her.
"What's wrong?" Feng Zhiming lowered his head.
Ling Yanyan's slender arms wrapped around his neck and kissed his lips, her tender lips moving on his thin lips.
"Yanyan, do you want to feed me before eating?" Feng Zhiming chuckled. His woman seemed to love him more and more.
"Thank you for giving me a romantic dinner." Ling Yanyan moved her arms around his neck. She just wanted to thank him and had no intention of seducing him.
Feng Zhiming sat down opposite her, "Didn't you say that I don't understand romance? I was so moved just by a candlelight dinner."
He cut the steak in front of him into small pieces, picked it up with a fork, and handed it to her, "You should eat more."
"I ate too much, what should I do if I gain weight?" Ling Yanyan ate the steak she handed her.
"Yanyan, when did you gain weight?" He was very curious.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It seems not." Even when she was pregnant with Yiyi, she never gained weight.
"Then I want to feed you until you are fat and comfortable." The smile on Feng Zhiming's lips deepened.
Ling Yanyan stared at him fiercely, but she still couldn't refuse the steaks he offered one after another.
After the dinner, Feng Zhiming hugged her and asked, "Are you full?"
Ling Yanyan put her arms around his waist, "Well, I'm very full."
"Then it's your turn to feed me now." Before Feng Zhiming's lips fell, a cell phone rang.
Ling Yanyan quickly left his arms, "Your phone rang."
Feng Zhiming walked over and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table. He looked at the caller number and picked up the phone, "What's the matter?"
"Zhi Ming, it's me." Shen Yushu's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mom." Feng Zhiming didn't expect that she would use Wang Xueyi's mobile phone to call him.
"I heard that you are very busy. It is rare for your father and I to come back from the United States. Please come back and see if you have time." Shen Yushu's gentle voice came.
Feng Zhiming paused, "Yes, Mom, I will make time to go back."
"Okay, your precious daughter misses you too. Although work is important, you must also pay attention to your health." Shen Yushu simply said, and Wang Xueyi took the call, "Zhi Ming, come home when you have time.
Okay? I really miss you."
"I understand." Feng Zhiming hung up the phone.
Ling Yanyan looked at his unhappy expression and walked forward, "You're going home, right?"
Feng Zhiming looked at her and said nothing.
"Go! I'm fine." Ling Yanyan smiled.
"Don't you want me to stay?" he asked, as long as she asked him to stay, he would stay.
Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, "You go ahead! If you don't go to the company or go home, they will be worried."
Feng Zhiming hugged her back, but she had no intention of leaving him, "I'm worried about you." She was sick and her forehead was still injured. How could he rest assured that she would be here alone? If it happened again like last night.
What should I do if I suddenly have a high fever?
His heart is all with her, all! All!
"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan resisted the pain stuck in her throat and stopped coughing.
"I'll take you back to the villa." Feng Zhiming pulled her up and started to walk out.
But Ling Yanyan broke away from him, "No, I can't go." That villa contained her nightmare past and the shadow of Mo Yuqing. She couldn't go. Even if she went, in what capacity? Yi Feng
Zhi Ming's lover? A mistress who destroys other people's families? No! She absolutely can't!
Feng Zhiming looked at the fear in her eyes, "Are you afraid?" What is she afraid of?
Ling Yanyan forced a smile, "No, I just don't want to embarrass you."