At the door of the emergency room, two elders were waiting anxiously for the door. Not long after, Feng Zhiming also appeared in the hospital.
"Son, just treat Xueyi well! She really loves you. What will she do without you?" Yang Yunfang pulled her son aside and said.
Feng Zhiming just watched indifferently and did not speak.
At this time, the lights in the emergency room went out and the door was opened. "Doctor, how are you? Is my daughter okay?" Shen Yushu took the doctor's hand.
"The stomach has been washed. Fortunately, it was discovered early. I will stay in the hospital for observation overnight. If there are no problems, I can be discharged tomorrow." After the doctor finished speaking, he left.
In the general ward, everyone stood beside the bed. Shen Yushu looked at Wang Xueyi, who was pale on the bed, and turned her head, "Zhiming, tonight, you will stay here with Xueyi, okay? I'm afraid that if she wakes up, she will be here again."
Is there anything I can’t think of?”
Feng Zhiming did not refuse this time and stayed alone in the ward.
Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and looked at the dark room. She was the only one on the huge bed. She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The whole room was covered with a hazy light. It was early in the morning, and he was still there.
did not return.
I took out the mobile phone on the bedside table and pressed the number, but the call was never made.
He should go see Wang Xueyi, right? I wonder if Wang Xueyi will be okay? Is Wang Xueyi really unable to bear breaking up with Zhi Ming? Is that why she chooses to commit suicide? If this is really the case, what should she do?
At this time, the phone rang. Ling Yanyan looked at the caller number and picked up the phone, "Zhi Ming."
"Did it wake you up?" Feng Zhiming asked.
"Well," Ling Yanyan could only pretend not to know what to do in order not to worry him.
"Then just sleep well. I won't go back if I have something to do tonight." After hesitating for a long time, Feng Zhiming called her.
Ling Yanyan paused for a moment. Love always hurts so much. One love can hurt the hearts of three people. She could only pretend to be strong. "I understand. Will you come back tomorrow?" Holding back the tears in her eyes.
, asked calmly.
"Well, I'll go back to see you tomorrow." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Ling Yanyan couldn't hold back the tears anymore and slid down her cheeks.
Wang Xueyi has woken up, but she is unwilling to open her eyes. He is willing to accompany him here, which means that she, Wang Xueyi, still has an important position in his mind, doesn't it?
However, when he heard his call, he still cared about Ling Yanyan. This time, she must completely separate the two of them, absolutely!
It was getting slightly brighter, and Feng Zhiming stood up from the sofa and prepared to leave.
"Zhi Ming." Wang Xueyi called him weakly.
Feng Zhiming stopped and turned his head, "You're awake, are you okay?" He just asked lightly.
Wang Xueyi shook her head and grabbed his hand, "I'm sorry, are you angry?"
Feng Zhiming was silent, just looking at her.
"Zhi Ming, please, can we not get divorced?" Wang Xueyi sat up and asked him.
"What I decided will not change. Don't do anything stupid next time." Feng Zhiming still said coldly.
Wang Xueyi lowered her eyes, "Are you really so cruel? Don't you have any affection at all?"
"I've said it before, I'm not in love with you, I'm in love with Yanyan now." Feng Zhiming broke away from her hand.
"So, if you want her to become your legitimate wife, you have to divorce me, is that right?" Wang Xueyi's heart was deeply hurt by his indifference.
Feng Zhiming tugged at the corners of his lips, "Now that you understand everything, just sign it! Tomorrow, I will ask Li Rui to send the divorce agreement." After speaking, he walked out of the ward directly.
, leaving Wang Xueyi staring alone.
"Zhi Ming, I will never leave this marriage, absolutely!" Wang Xueyi said bitterly.
Feng Zhiming left the hospital, drove back to the beach house, walked into the room, and walked up to the bedroom on the second floor. He saw a petite body curled up on the big bed. He walked to the bed and sat down, touching her face with his little hand.
, there were wet tears on her cheeks, "What a silly Yanyan." He lay down on the bed and hugged her into his arms, but he saw that the arm was bandaged with gauze. What happened?
Ling Yanyan shrank into his arms, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. It was so familiar, and she thought she was dreaming. She opened her eyes, but saw the handsome face magnified in front of her, and opened her mouth in surprise.
"When did you come back?" Ling Yanyan asked.
"I just came back." Feng Zhiming kissed her smooth forehead gently.
Ling Yanyan nestled into his arms again, "You are finally back." In fact, it was just one night, but she felt that it had been a long time.
"Why are you hurt here?" Feng Zhiming pulled her slender arm and asked distressedly.
Ling Yanyan was startled, "It's nothing, I accidentally poured water on my arm. However, the doctor said it's okay."
"Why do you always make me worry?" He wanted to be by her side every day, but in just one day, she was hurt like this.
Ling Yanyan smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm really fine."
Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed her lips, lingering tenderly. He missed her, missed her so much! Ling Yanyan did not resist, she responded to his kiss, her lips and teeth met, and a satisfied moan overflowed.
His big hands moved behind her through the silk pajamas, lifted up the hem of her skirt, and gradually moved it up.
"Well..." Ling Yanyan leaned towards him.
"Say you want me. Huh?" Feng Zhiming lightly opened his thin lips and whispered in her ear, then leaned over and nibbled the blooming bud on her chest through her thin clothes.
"Zhi Ming, Zhi Ming," Ling Yanyan called his name softly and put her arms around his neck, "Love me, love me."
Feng Zhiming smiled softly, took off their clothes, and kissed every inch of her skin tenderly. The erection under his body entered her and galloped wantonly. In order to avoid pressing her injured arm, he asked her to sit astride it.
He was holding on, protecting her arm.
A faint light shines through the thin gauze curtains, and the huge bed is covered with beautiful spring light. Fine sweat covers the two people's bodies, and the two people hug each other tightly.
"Yanyan, don't cry in the future. I'm your man. Don't hide anything from me. Do you understand?" Feng Zhiming's hand gently stroked the gauze-wrapped arm.
"It's better to find a servant." At least there is someone to take care of her when he is not with her.
"Okay, you can do whatever you want, I will listen to you." Ling Yanyan said lightly.
Feng Zhiming pushed the hair that fell on her forehead back behind her ears, "Today, just have a good rest at home. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back after I finish the meeting."
"Yeah." Ling Yanyan nodded.
"I'm sleepy, let's sleep a little longer." Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly and closed his eyes.
Ling Yanyan looked at his tired face. Did he stay up all night last night? Did he stay with Wang Xueyi? But she didn't ask, and she didn't have the courage to ask.
Less than ten minutes later, Feng Zhiming's cell phone rang again, "Your phone is ringing." Ling Yanyan listened to the phone ringing for a long time, and he had no intention of answering it.
"Don't worry about it." Feng Zhiming muttered, locking Ling Yanyan tightly in front of him with his arms.