The blue Maserati parked at the airport half an hour later. "Let's go!" Feng Zhiming took Ling Yanyan's hand and walked into the airport lobby.
Walking to the lounge, "Mommy!" Yiyi, who was sitting on the sofa drinking a drink, saw Ling Yanyan walking in, and immediately jumped off the sofa and ran towards Ling Yanyan.
"Yiyi?!" Ling Yanyan thought it was her imagination, but it was indeed her precious daughter Yiyi who ran towards her.
Ling Yanyan knelt down and hugged her daughter into her arms, "Mommy, Yiyi misses Mommy so much." With a pop, she kissed her loudly on the cheek.
"Mommy wants Yiyi too." Ling Yanyan picked up her daughter and walked towards Feng Zhiming, "Thank you."
At this time, Li Rui also led Yuhang over and said, "Aunt Yanyan."
"Yuhang is here too. Let's go home." Ling Yanyan hugged her daughter, and Feng Zhiming held Yuhang's hand and walked out of the airport.
The car drove back to the apartment. From the moment Yiyi was in the car, she was tired of being in Ling Yanyan's arms and was unwilling to let go.
"Today, you stay at home, I have a meeting in the afternoon." Feng Zhiming said to her, pressed a kiss on her face, then placed a kiss on Yiyi's face, and left the apartment.
"Mommy, did Daddy remember Yiyi?" Yiyi looked at Feng Zhiming's leaving figure, but she was too sensible to call him.
Ling Yanyan said to Yiyi beside her: "Yiyi, please call me uncle now, okay?" Although she wanted to see Yiyi, she couldn't let Yiyi call Feng Zhiming daddy, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Well, Mommy, Yiyi understands." Yiyi nodded, then walked to the other end of the sofa and sat next to Yuhang, and the two began to play video games in front of the TV screen.
Ling Yanyan called France, and it turned out that Feng Zhiming called him personally. No wonder they asked Li Rui to bring Yiyi and Yuhang over without saying a word.
Feng Zhiming drove back to the company, "Zhiming, why are you here? Director Lin from Lin's Enterprise is coming for a meeting this afternoon. Have you forgotten?" Wang Xueyi was waiting in front of his office. Now, he has already
I put all my energy on Ling Yanyan, and I haven't been back to the villa for so many days.
"I understand, is Director Lin here?" Feng Zhiming walked into the office.
"He just arrived and is already in the conference room." Wang Xueyi can only approach him now because of work reasons.
Feng Zhiming picked up the folder on the table and walked to the conference room.
Wang Xueyi quickly followed.
After the meeting, it was almost time to get off work, and Feng Zhiming politely declined Director Lin's invitation to a dinner party.
"Zhi Ming, will you go home at night? It's not good to leave your parents alone at home. It's rare for them to come back from the United States." Wang Xueyi had no excuses for him not returning to the villa, and for Mo Fangming and Shen Yushu.
Feng Zhiming picked up the car keys on the table, "I have something to do." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the office.
Wang Xueyi stepped forward and held him. "You are looking for Ling Yanyan, right?"
"Now that you know, why bother asking again?" Feng Zhiming shook her off ruthlessly and walked into the elevator.
Wang Xueyi could only open her eyes and watch the elevator door close, and took out her mobile phone bitterly. "Chen Feng, you are not kidding me, are you? Why is there no news after so long!" If she waits any longer, she is afraid that it will really happen.
Zhengdi has lost Zhi Ming, and losing Zhi Ming means that she has lost everything.
"Some things shouldn't be too impatient." Chen Feng's unhurried attitude made Wang Xueyi even more anxious.
"Can't be impatient? You don't take this matter to your heart at all, do you?" Wang Xueyi yelled at Chen Feng on the other end of the phone.
"Baby, wait a minute, I'm willing to give everything for you," Chen Feng will really do whatever it takes for Wang Xueyi!
"I hope you won't disappoint me." As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and looked at the direction Feng Zhiming left.
As soon as Feng Zhiming returned to the apartment, he saw Ling Yanyan half-reclining on the sofa in the living room, her eyes closed, and a shadow formed under her curled eyelashes. Yiyi and Yuhang were sitting on the plush carpet, playing with each other.
with jigsaw puzzle.
He strode forward, picked up the sleeping Yanyan and walked into the bedroom. He placed her gently on the big bed, covered her with a silk quilt, and then returned to the living room.
Yiyi threw herself into his arms, "Uncle, would you like to puzzle with us?" Daddy's arms were still the warmest.
Feng Zhiming also sat down, with his three heads tightly surrounding the puzzle in the middle. Finally, half an hour later, the puzzle was completed.
"Brother Hanghang, I'm sleepy." Yiyi rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Yiyi. Let's sleep for a while, okay? Let's go have dinner together later, okay?" Feng Zhiming carried her to the guest room and asked her to be in the guest room with Hanghang.
Yiyi nodded, "Okay."
Feng Zhiming stayed by her bedside, watching her and Hanghang close their eyes, and put his hand on her face. She had the same face as Yanyan. He wished that Yiyi was his daughter and had someone who looked like her.
A daughter like Yanyan.
When Ling Yanyan woke up, the sky had darkened. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Zhiming standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She stood up from the bed, wrapped her slender arms around his waist from behind, and leaned her little face against his.
On the back, "Zhi Ming, thank you."
"Thank me for what?" He put out the cigarette in his hand, threw the cigarette butt behind the ashtray, turned around and looked at her.
"Thank you for bringing Yiyi back, thank you for doing so much for me." A smile appeared on Ling Yanyan's face, and tears shone in her bright eyes.
Feng Zhiming hugged her into his arms and said, "As long as you are happy." She was so easily satisfied, so touched by the smallest things.
Ling Yanyan raised her face and took the initiative to put her lips to his. Feng Zhiming responded to him enthusiastically, his wet tongue going straight in and intertwining tightly with hers.
His big hands slipped in from the hem of her clothes, wandered over her smooth back, untied the metal buckle behind her, and covered the softness of her chest.
"Hmm...ah..." A satisfied moan escaped from her lips.
Feng Zhiming carried her to the big bed, took off her clothes, and kissed the blooming bud on her chest.
Slender arms wrapped around his neck, bringing the two of them closer together. He deepened the kiss between her lips, took off their clothes, and the hardness underneath him penetrated her body, and she felt
The soft parts are pulsing.
His small hands wrapped around her waist, bringing the two of them closer together, "Uh...ah..." Ling Yanyan's moans overflowed.
"Zhi Ming..." Yanyan breathed out softly, arching her body to meet his advances and following his rhythm.
"Say you love me..." A thin layer of sweat covered his body as he spoke to her somewhat roughly.
"I, I love you..." Ling Yanyan weakly allowed him to dominate her.
Feng Zhiming roared low and sped up the rhythm beneath his body.