Feng Zhiming had to catch an early flight, so he got up as soon as dawn, changed his clothes, looked at Ling Yanyan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips, "Wait until I come back, my
baby."
Carrying the suitcase, his hand had just touched the metal door handle when a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist.
"Did I wake you up?" Feng Zhiming put down his suitcase, turned around and looked at her.
Ling Yanyan shook her head. She had not fallen asleep. She clearly told herself that he should go on a business trip without any burden, but she still couldn't help it.
"I'll take you to the airport, okay?" Ling Yanyan's hands were still tightly around his waist.
"No, I'm not worried about you coming back alone. I'll drive my car and park it directly at the airport. If you need to go out, call Li Rui. He will listen to your orders 24 hours a day." Feng Zhiming looked at her eyes.
"I'll call you when I get there, go back to bed first." He picked her up, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
"But..." She wanted to stay with him for a while, and it would take at least half an hour to get to the airport.
Feng Zhiming put his hand on her lips, "Shh, listen!" Ling Yanyan closed her eyes, and after a long time, Feng Zhiming left the room.
After hearing the beep sound of the door closing automatically, a line of tears fell from the corners of her closed eyes.
Feng Zhiming walked out of the airport with his suitcase. When the people who had been waiting at the airport gate saw him coming out, they got out of the car and said, "President."
Feng Zhiming nodded, got into the car, "Go to the hotel."
The black car left the airport and drove to the most exclusive hotel in the city center.
After entering the senior presidential suite, the bellman delivered his suitcase to the room and then left the room. Feng Zhiming took off his black suit jacket, sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and pressed a few buttons.
Number, the doorbell rang, I put my phone on the glass coffee table and walked to open the door.
Wang Xueyi, wearing a red tube top and tight skirt, stood in front of his door, "Why are you here?" Feng Zhiming said coldly.
"Zhi Ming, of course I'm here to accompany you. I'm worried about you traveling alone." Wang Xueyi pointed to the suitcase at her feet.
Feng Zhiming walked back to the room and said, "It's not my first time on a business trip. You can go back!" He sat on the sofa and looked at her.
"No! I don't want it!" Wang Xueyi refused. Now that she is here, she will not leave easily.
"Then what is your identity? Are you the general manager of the company? Or my wife, Feng Zhiming?" He looked at her with a cold face, without any warmth.
Wang Xueyi sat down next to him, "I didn't book a room." The implication was that she came as Feng Zhiming's wife.
"You can make a reservation now." Feng Zhiming didn't want to share a room with her.
Wang Xueyi put her hand on his arm, "Don't be like this, we are husband and wife, why should we sleep separately?"
Feng Zhiming broke away from her, "But I don't want to." After saying that, he walked to the bathroom, "I hope you have left after I come out."
Wang Xueyi stood up reluctantly, but saw the mobile phone placed on the coffee table. Looking at the unfinished number on the screen of the mobile phone, it was only half of it. It could be seen that the unbroadcast call was to be made to
who.
His slender fingers moved on the screen and made a call.
Ling Yanyan was sitting on the sofa, holding her cell phone tightly in her hand. A ring rang, and she quickly answered the phone, "Zhi Ming, are you here?"
"Assistant Ling Te." Wang Xueyi's voice surprised her.
"Is it you? Wang Xueyi?" Ling Yanyan's hand holding the phone trembled.
"That's right, it's me, what? Are you surprised to hear my voice?" Wang Xueyi said with a successful smile.
Ling Yanyan's hands were clenched into fists, and the joints were pale. Did she go on a business trip with Zhi Ming? "Where is Zhi Ming?"
"What are you doing with him? Don't forget, I'm his wife." Wang Xueyi strangled everything to get Ling Yanyan closer to Feng Zhiming.
Ling Yanyan was silent on the TV side.
"Ling Yanyan! You are just a third party who destroys other people's families and a shameful mistress." Her merciless words deeply hurt Ling Yanyan.
"You are right, I am just a shameful mistress, but I love him!" Ling Yanyan's heart was torn.
Wang Xueyi sneered, "Are you worthy of talking about love? Do you know why Zhiming and I came to Japan? He came because he said he wanted to spend another honeymoon with me. Do you think Zhiming really loved you? Before
His kindness to you is just a temporary novelty and just a show off. If he really cares about you, then why doesn't he give you a status? Ling Yanyan, let me tell you, no matter whether Zhi Ming is before or after amnesia,
He is my husband and belongs only to me, not you, do you understand?"
Ling Yanyan leaned against the sofa. It turned out that she really had too much extravagant expectations. Expecting too much would lead to more disappointments, and in the end, it would turn into despair.
Is he unwilling to let her take him to the airport because he is afraid of seeing him and Wang Xueyi having sex intimately? Then what does his sentence of "wait for me to come back" mean? It is just a great irony to her.
.
"Then please love him well!" He hung up the phone and pressed the power off button.
What should she do? When she heard Wang Xueyi's voice, her heart was shaken! Who does she have no confidence in? Does she feel that she doesn't love him enough? Or that he doesn't love her enough?
Wang Xueyi put her phone back on the coffee table, looked at the bathroom door again, then pushed her suitcase out of his room and turned into the suite next door.
Feng Zhiming tied a white bath towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom, his short black hair still dripping with water.
Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and dialed the familiar number, but what came to his ears was an automated voice.
She frowned slightly, was her phone out of battery again?
Wang Xueyi was sitting on the sofa, wearing a translucent red tulle nightgown. There was a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table in front of her, and a transparent wine glass with ice next to it. One-third of the glass was poured into it.
After shaking the wine for a few times, drink up the amber liquid in the glass in one gulp, one after another, until the wine in front of you is finished.
Then he took out a white room card from his bag with the room number printed on it. He walked out of the room and stood in front of Feng Zhiming's room. After hesitating for a few seconds, he inserted the room card into the room.
Locked the door and opened it.
In the huge living room, only the wall lamp glowed with dim light. He passed through the living room and walked towards the bedroom with soft lighting.
Feng Zhiming leaned against the bedside, looking at the documents, flipping through page after page, but his face was unusually calm, and his expression could not be seen.
"Zhiming!" Wang Xueyi called him softly.
Feng Zhiming raised his head from the document and just glanced at her looming beautiful body. "How did you get in?" He continued to look at the document in his hand.