"Is everything okay?" Li Minghao was still worried, "I think it's better to go to the hospital."
"It's really not necessary. Let's go back. The children should worry. Besides, didn't you promise to play with Yiyi and Hanghang in the afternoon? Don't let them down." Ling Yanyan walked forward.
Li Minghao could only follow helplessly.
When we returned to the apartment, it was already evening. "Thank you for staying with us all day." Ling Yanyan stood downstairs in the apartment.
"Silly Yanyan, go up and have a rest." Li Minghao touched her head, "Yiyi, Hanghang, you guys also have a good rest. If you want to go somewhere, just tell your uncle and he will take you to play." He looked at her.
The two lovely children have really good energy and are not sleepy after playing all day long. On the contrary, Ling Yanyan, who has not played anything, seems to be about to faint at any moment.
"Okay, thank you, uncle." Yiyi and Hanghang thanked each other tacitly.
"Minghao, go back quickly, be careful when driving on the road." Ling Yanyan held the hands of Yiyi and Hanghang.
Li Minghao got into the car and said, "Yanyan, call me if you need anything." He waved goodbye and then drove away.
Ling Yanyan watched his car disappear into the night, then turned and walked into the apartment.
As soon as she entered the room, her cell phone rang in her bag. Ling Yanyan took out her cell phone and looked at the name dancing on the screen, "Hanghang, and Yiyi go in and take a shower first." After watching them enter the bathroom,
, and then pressed the answer button, "Hello."
"Why did you answer the phone so late?" Feng Zhiming's voice was obviously displeased. He called her right after a day of meetings, but he didn't expect that the phone would only be answered after it rang so many times.
rise.
"I didn't hear it just now." Ling Yanyan said lightly. In fact, the moment she heard his voice, her nose felt sore.
"Well, did you miss me today?" Feng Zhiming reluctantly accepted her bad reason.
Ling Yanyan paused, would he still expect to hear her affirmative answer?
"Why don't you answer?" Listening to the tiredness in his voice, Ling Yanyan's heart ached. She missed him! She missed him so much!
"I miss you, I miss you!" Ling Yanyan said softly.
Feng Zhiming heard her words and chuckled with satisfaction, "Well, just remember to think of me. I have a social event tonight, so I'll hang up now."
The moment the call was cut off, Ling Yanyan fell on the sofa, tears sliding down her cheeks.
Yiyi and Hanghang walked out of the bathroom and looked at Ling Yanyan on the sofa. Yiyi ran forward and said, "Mommy! Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Mommy!"
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "Mommy is fine, Hanghang, take Yiyi back to the room to sleep."
"Okay, Auntie." Hanghang led Yiyi back to the room.
"Brother Hanghang, Mommy is crying, do you want to tell Daddy?" Yiyi and Hanghang sat on the carpet, tilting their little heads.
Hanghang nodded, "But dad is in Japan."
The two of them held their mobile phones and flipped through the numbers, "It's better to tell Daddy that Mommy listens to Daddy the most."
I dialed the number on my cute pink phone, but for a long time, no one answered.
"No one answered Daddy's call." Yiyi held the phone and pouted.
"Call my mom." Hanghang pressed a series of numbers. After a long time, the phone was picked up. "Hello." came an unhappy male voice.
"Mom?" Hanghang frowned.
"She has no time to answer the phone." Lu Zehao said calmly, would he bother his parents so much?
"Hao, give me your phone." Yan Erjiao gasped and took the phone, "Son, what's the matter?"
"It's okay, you guys should be busy!" Hanghang was speechless. It was broad daylight in France, right? It seemed that it wouldn't be long before he would be promoted to elder brother.
The two people sat on the ground with sad faces.
The phone suddenly rang again. As soon as Yiyi saw the word Daddy dancing on the screen, she answered the phone excitedly, "Daddy."
"He's not here." Wang Xueyi's voice came.
"Auntie." Yiyi called softly.
Wang Xueyi suddenly shouted back, "Shut up! You are just a little bitch, what qualifications do you have to call me aunt? Feng Zhiming is my husband and the father of my daughter, not yours." She hung up the phone directly.
Yiyi flattened her mouth and her dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
"Yiyi, what's wrong?" Hanghang looked at the aggrieved look on her face, two lines of pitiful tears fell down, and he gently wiped them away with his hands.
"Brother Hanghang, does daddy not want me anymore?" Lying on Hanghang's shoulder, he cried loudly.
Hanghang wiped her tears and comforted her, "Yiyi is so good, how could dad not want you? If he doesn't want you, he still has me!" He said to her like an adult.
Yiyi fell asleep in Hanghang's arms.
Ling Yanyan walked into the room and took out the contraceptive pill in her bag. She shouldn't be pregnant. She was taking pills every day. However, during the recent period, her body's reaction had to make her doubt everything.
These are all reactions in the early stages of pregnancy.
Her hand touched her lower abdomen. If she had a child, should she give birth to it? She would definitely do it, just like Yiyi did at the beginning. Even if she raised it by herself, she would not take away the child's right to come to this world.
Lying on the bed, the place where he had slept was still filled with his breath, which was thickly wrapped around her. After all, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.
Feng Zhiming came back from outside with a middle-aged Japanese customer, "President Feng, your plan is great, I like it very much."
"How about we take some time to take a look at the factory?" Feng Zhiming said in fluent Japanese.
"Okay, I'll let the secretary arrange the time in these two days." This is a win-win project. Facing one of Japan's largest consortiums, Feng Zhiming is very confident, otherwise, he would not come in person.
As soon as Wang Xueyi saw them coming, she immediately stood up, politely bowed ninety degrees to the Japanese customer, then turned to Feng Zhiming and said, "You're back! You dropped your phone here."
Hand the phone back to him.
Feng Zhiming just glanced at her and put the phone back into his pocket.
After sending away the Japanese customers, Feng Zhiming was about to walk out of the restaurant. Wang Xueyi picked up the handbag on the side and followed quickly, "Zhiming, take me back, I didn't drive." She reached out and took his arm.
Feng Zhiming shook her off and said, "Take the car back by yourself." He looked unhappy when he thought that she had to come with him to meet clients in the morning.
"Zhi Ming, Zhi Ming!" Wang Xueyi caught up with him again, her ten-inch high heels slipped and she fell to the ground.
Feng Zhiming stopped, turned his head and looked at her with a frown, "I seem to have sprained my ankle." He tried hard to stand up, but couldn't.
He stepped forward, walked over, and helped her up. Wang Xueyi leaned into his arms, "I can't walk, what should I do?"
Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked to the car, while Wang Xueyi, who was nestled in his arms, had a chilling smile on her face.