There was the sound of unlocking the door. Ling Yanyan wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand, stood up, and stepped forward, "You're back!" with a smile on her face.
Feng Zhiming stared at her with his deep eyes, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing! I'm waiting for you to come back." Ling Yanyan took his arm.
Feng Zhiming looked at her red eyes and asked, "Are you crying?" He put his big hand on her face.
"No." Ling Yanyan denied.
As soon as she walked into the living room, the three cups of tea on the coffee table had cooled down. Feng Zhiming frowned and asked her coldly, "What is this?"
Ling Yanyan's body stiffened slightly, "This is..."
"Who has been here?" Feng Zhiming pulled Jiang in front of him and stared coldly.
"No one has been here." Even if he opened his eyes and told lies, he couldn't tell him that Wang Xueyi and the others had been here.
"Ling Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming shouted loudly, "Do you think I am a fool or an idiot? Tell me, who has been here?"
Tears fell again, "Why are you so mean? Why are you so mean to me? Why? I hate you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to walk upstairs, but Feng Zhiming grabbed him and took him into his arms.
inside.
"Ling Yanyan, can you please stop being so disobedient?" Feng Zhiming hugged her and whispered in her ear.
Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest, letting her tears wet the shirt on her chest.
"She has been here, right? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let them in?" Is Feng Zhiming angry? Is she a fool? Will Wang Xueyi look good on her when she comes here? Just because she is worried about her.
He took her to the hut on the beach. Unexpectedly, Wang Xueyi came to find her.
Ling Yanyan raised her head, "I'm fine, I'm really fine. As long as I love you, no matter what happens, no matter what they say, I will never give up, absolutely not."
Feng Zhiming sighed and wiped the tears from her face, "From now on, don't see her again without my permission. If you meet her occasionally on the road, treat her as if you don't know her. Got it?" He ordered her.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "I will listen to you, I will listen to you."
Feng Zhiming held her quietly and sat on the sofa until she fell asleep.
He gently carried her to the bed on the second floor and covered her with a quilt.
Li Minghao drove back to the villa. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a pungent burnt smell and strode into the kitchen, "What are you doing again?"
Qin Lin, who was busy in the kitchen, turned around, glanced at him, and continued working with her head down.
"I'm cooking!" A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I think you want to destroy my kitchen." Li Minghao frowned displeased. She had been in the villa for the past few days and it was good if she didn't cause any trouble. But she still had to mess around, even though she didn't know how to cook.
I was busy in the kitchen every day, and all the food I cooked every day went into the trash can.
"Wu Ma." Li Minghao called the helper at home.
"Yes, sir." Wu Ma appeared in front of him not long after.
"Clean up the kitchen and ask her out of the kitchen." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked up to the second floor, poured a glass of wine, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. How was she? That day, Feng Zhiming arranged for her.
After the discharge procedures and taking her away, he never contacted her again. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. With Feng Zhiming by his side, she should have a good life. I hope his worries are unnecessary.
Drink the red wine in the glass in one gulp and pour another glass.
"Brother Hao, you're drinking again!" Qin Lin walked in and looked at him holding the wine glass again. "I really don't understand. I drink every day and still like to be in a daze." She sat down on the sofa and raised her arms.
leg.
"You are not allowed to come in casually in my room, don't you remember?" Li Minghao put down his wine glass and said coldly to Qin Lin in front of him.
Qin Lin nodded, "I understand, uncle." After speaking, she stood up and left his room.
Li Minghao sighed helplessly. He really regretted that he had made this wrong decision in a moment of weakness.
Feng Zhiming walked downstairs, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number, "Li Rui, I won't be going to the company these days. If you have anything to do, just send me an email. All trips are cancelled."
"Yes, President." He hung up the phone.
"You don't need to do this for me." Ling Yanyan walked downstairs barefoot and wearing light purple silk pajamas.
Feng Zhiming turned around and asked, "Why are you up?" When he saw that she wasn't even wearing shoes, he couldn't help but frown slightly, picked her up and let her feet off the cold ground.
"Can you go to work tomorrow?" Ling Yanyan raised her head and said to him.
Feng Zhiming's eyes narrowed slightly, "Don't you want me to accompany you?" He was afraid that she would have random thoughts when she was alone.
"No, it doesn't matter. I'm not a child anymore." Ling Yanyan nestled in his arms, her small hands intertwined with his big ones.
"But you are the person I love most." Feng Zhiming said as he kissed her pink cheeks with his wet lips.
"Then I'll go with you, okay? I've been bored at home for so long and want to go out for a walk." Ling Yanyan didn't want him to do anything for her, just stay with her.
Feng Zhiming's eyes stared at her, "Are you really willing to go to the company with me?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Okay, it's good to go out and relax." Feng Zhiming had no objection this time.
Ling Yanyan got up early in the morning, prepared breakfast in the kitchen, fried half-cooked eggs, and brewed his favorite coffee.
After walking up to the second floor, "You can get up now." Ling Yanyan sat down beside the bed and patted his handsome face with her little hand.
Feng Zhiming, whose eyes were still closed, held her in his arms, and she fell into his arms and was pressed under him.
"Let me go!" Ling Yanyan kept patting him.
"Don't make trouble, let me hold you for a while." Feng Zhiming's voice came muffled.
He woke up as soon as she came up and listened to her preparing breakfast downstairs. He didn't need her to prepare breakfast. He wanted her to stay with him and nestle in his arms.
Ling Yanyan no longer resisted and snuggled tightly into his arms.
After a long time, he let her go and said, "In the future, you don't need to get up so early to prepare breakfast, you know?"
Ling Yanyan looked at him, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
"Did you hear that?" Feng Zhiming asked again.
"If you don't say anything, it means you understand. I will ask a helper to come over." He finished.
Ling Yanyan held his hand, "No! I want to cook for you myself."
"I'm afraid you're too tired." Feng Zhiming buried his head in her hair.
"Not tired, not tired at all." Ling Yanyan said lightly.
Feng Zhiming raised his head and looked into her shining eyes, "Let's have another child."
No matter what, he wanted Yanyan to have another child that belonged to them. This time, he wanted to accompany her from conception to birth.
But Li Minghao's words came to his mind. Her constitution and this miscarriage would make it difficult for her to get pregnant again, but Ling Yanyan didn't need to know about this.