"Senior, you eat too." Ling Yanyan handed the grilled fish on the barbecue plate to Yu Chen.
The two of them returned to their original appearance, eating barbecue, drinking drinks, laughing and chatting.
Unknowingly, it was almost ten o'clock. Ling Yanyan drank the last sip of juice in the cup and said, "Senior, I'm so full."
"As long as you're full, you look so thin. We haven't seen you for half a year, why haven't you gained weight?" Yu Chen shook her slender arm with his hand, but there was still no fat.
"No, this is just right. If you are too fat, it won't look good." Ling Yanyan lowered her head and looked at herself.
The two were walking on the long road in the college. "Is it cold?" Yu Chen took off his suit jacket and put it on Ling Yanyan.
Ling Yanyan embarrassedly refused, "No, senior."
"Put it on, don't freeze it." Yu Chen put the clothes that Ling Yanyan had taken off on her again, "I'll take you back, you have to go to work tomorrow!"
A few minutes later, the car stopped below her apartment. "Go to bed early and don't go to bed too late." Yu Chen got out of the car and opened the door for her.
"I know, senior, why are you still as verbose as before?" Ling Yanyan had a smile on her face and handed the coat she was wearing to Yu Chen.
"Senior, please drive slowly on the road." Ling Yanyan waved to him.
Yu Chen stood in front of Ling Yanyan, looked at her, stepped forward and gave her a hug, "See you tomorrow."
Ling Yanyan watched him drive away, then turned and walked upstairs.
Feng Zhiming was sitting in the car, looking at the scene in front of him, frowning, and threw the cigarette in his hand some distance away.
Ling Yanyan put on her slippers and sat on the sofa. Alas, it seemed like a relaxing job, but working was more tiring than going to school. Especially with the CEO, her heart never felt at ease.
Ding dong, the doorbell rang. Ling Yanyan went to open the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Feng Zhiming standing at the door. Her first reaction was to close the door.
But Feng Zhiming reached out to block it, "Ling Yanyan, is this how you treat your leader?" With a hard push, the door was pushed open, and he strode into the room.
"President, it's so late, what's the matter with you?" Ling Yanyan reluctantly closed the door and walked up to him.
"Can't I come if nothing happens?" Feng Zhiming looked at her, "What? Is there a man hiding in your room?" Feng Zhiming forcefully pulled Ling Yanyan into his arms.
Ling Yanyan tried hard to break away from him, "Where is the man? Stop talking nonsense." Besides, having a man is none of his business, right?
"It's fine without a man." Feng Zhiming pushed her to the wall, pressed her against the wall, lowered his head and kissed her, not allowing any resistance from her.
After a long time, Feng Zhiming let her go and held her in his arms, "You shouldn't be so close to other men, and you shouldn't let other men hold you. The embrace you rely on can only be mine.
, remember?”
Ling Yanyan raised her head from his arms and asked, "Are you following me?" Her eyes were wide open.
Feng Zhiming put his forehead against hers and said, "I care about you." He kissed her again in a reasonable manner.
"Come here, smell the perfume on your body. Didn't you go on a date with Miss Yu Na?" Ling Yanyan sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control.
Feng Zhiming also sat down, "You still smell good." He buried his face in her neck, and his breath confused Ling Yanyan's heart, "President, it's too late, you can
Go back." Ling Yanyan spoke to calm her heart.
"I'll stay here tonight." Feng Zhiming ignored her surprised expression and said calmly.
Ling Yanyan jumped up and said, "Are you kidding me? Live here with me?"
Feng Zhiming nodded, "That's right. Since you started working, you have to stay with me 24 hours a day."
"President, look, my house is so shabby, and the bed is so small and hard, you won't be used to it. Besides, you don't have a change of clothes here!" Ling Yanyan searched for it.
There were a lot of reasons and excuses to drive Feng Zhiming out of her small room.
Feng Zhiming crossed his arms and said, "It doesn't matter to me. You don't have to worry about this." After saying that, he walked into the bathroom, leaving Ling Yanyan standing in the living room blowing her beard and staring.
When she walked to the bathroom door and heard the sound of running water coming from inside, Ling Yanyan was so angry that she almost wanted to jump off the building.
A few minutes later, Feng Zhiming walked out of the bathroom with water dripping from his short hair, naked upper body and a white bath towel around his lower body.
This was the first time in Ling Yanyan's life that she looked at a man's body like this, and her fair face was stained with a blush.
Feng Zhiming lay down on the bed comfortably. Ling Yanyan glared at him, turned around and walked into the bathroom. If possible, she would have locked herself in the bathroom all night.
Half an hour later, under Feng Zhiming's urging, Ling Yanyan walked out of the bathroom.
"Um, CEO, you can sleep, I can sleep on the sofa." Ling Yanyan took out a quilt from the cabinet and carried it to the living room.
Without saying a word, Feng Zhiming took a big step and carried Ling Yanyan onto the bed, and the quilt fell to the ground.
"Ah...what are you doing? Let go!" Ling Yanyan screamed loudly, slapping her hands and kicking her feet, but she was still held down by Feng Zhiming and pinned under him.
Ling Yanyan met his eyes, and his shadow was reflected in her watery bright eyes, "Yanyan, you are mine, don't leave me." Feng Zhiming's voice was hoarse.
Ling Yanyan stopped struggling and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?" There was no focus in his eyes.
Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed her red lips, sucking them over and over, opening her teeth with his tongue, and entangled her tongue tightly.
Pulling off her pajamas, a black mole on her left shoulder impressed his eyes. She was not Yuqing. There was no mole on Yuqing's shoulder. She just looked like Ling Yanyan, who looked more like Yuqing.
She is just Ling Yanyan.
"Yanyan, just be my Yanyan, okay?" Feng Zhiming printed his own kiss on her body.
The man's strength and the woman's softness fit together tightly. He wanted to possess her and turn her into a woman who belonged to him.
Ling Yanyan held back the pain of becoming a woman and dug her fingers tightly into his back.
He vented his desire and kept wanting her until Ling Yanyan lost consciousness, then he held her in his arms and kissed the fine sweat on her forehead.
Ling Yanyan was sleeping quietly, and Ren Feng Zhiming held her in his arms. Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt and covered them both. The night light came in from the window, reflecting on Ling Yanyan's face.
On Bai Ci's face, "Yanyan, with you by my side, I think I will forget her. What I hope is that you truly stay with me and never leave me. You can't even think of leaving."
Me," Feng Zhiming murmured softly, hugging her tightly, and the two of them slept in each other's arms on this small bed until dawn.