In a desolate suburb, there was only an old orphanage. It was raining heavily and thunder was booming. A little man with two braids and a small flower umbrella in his hand said, "Le
Le, you have to stay here obediently. Dad will pick you up later, okay?" A man in his thirties, wearing an old shirt, with messy hair and looking a little downcast, leaned over to the little
The man said.
She nodded, "I understand, Dad, you have to come back early, I will wait there obediently." A pair of big watery eyes looked at the adult in front of her, looked at his leaving back, and threw it away
The little flower umbrella in her hand said, "Dad, I'm waiting for you to come back to pick me up. You have to come back early." She put her hands in front of her mouth and shouted loudly. There was a burst of thunder. She squatted on the roadside in fear and shed tears.
, her small hands kept wiping away her tears, her lips pursed tightly.
"Dad!" Ling Yanyan woke up from her dream, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"What's wrong?" Feng Zhiming heard her exclamation and quickly walked to her desk, "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Only then did Ling Yanyan realize that she had fallen asleep in the office, "Sorry! I fell asleep." Ling Yanyan stood up, felt dizzy, and fell into Feng Zhiming's arms.
Wang Xueyi walked into the office with the information, but saw Ling Yanyan leaning on Feng Zhiming's arms. She actually wanted to take away her Zhiming, "Zhiming, what's wrong with Assistant Ling?"
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard the voice, she stood up from Feng Zhiming's arms and said, "Mr. Wang, hello."
Wang Xueyi looked at her pale face and said, "Assistant Ling Te, are you feeling unwell?" As she spoke, she leaned into Feng Zhiming's arms.
"I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your concern. I'm going to the bathroom." Ling Yanyan walked out of the office after saying that.
Feng Zhiming walked back to his desk and sat down, "When will you change your habit of not knocking on the door?"
"Zhiming, were you with Assistant Ling last night?" Wang Xueyi tried her best to speak calmly.
Feng Zhiming didn't answer, "Is that why you came in here to ask me this?" He lit a cigarette.
Wang Xueyi sat down opposite him, "Zhiming, do you really want to use Ling Yanyan as Yuqing's substitute? This would be unfair to her." Wang Xueyi had a fear in her heart. She was afraid that Ling Yanyan would one day
beyond the substitute's position.
"You don't need to worry about what I think of Ling Yanyan. Even if I promised Yuqing to marry you, I don't want to get married now. If you have nothing to do, let's go out first. Let's book a restaurant for lunch!"
This is Feng Zhiming's biggest concession.
Wang Xueyi heard his last words, smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Ling Yanyan stood in front of the mirror on the sink, looking at her pale face. How long has it been? She has never had this dream. It was a nightmare from her childhood, and it was the scene she least wanted to recall. But why, just now
Dreaming about this? She has changed from the abandoned Ling Lele to the current Ling Yanyan. She has been trying hard to forget that she was once a little girl abandoned by her father outside the orphanage. What she wants to do now is to be happy.
Carefree Ling Yanyan.
Ling Yanyan pinched her cheeks with her hands to make her face rosier. She walked back to the office and sat back at her desk, stroking her forehead with her hands.
"Can you tell me what you dreamed about?" Feng Zhiming stood beside her for a minute, and Ling Yanyan didn't feel anything at all until his voice rang in her ears.
"Oh, it's nothing." Ling Yanyan's voice trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists.
Feng Zhiming reached out and pulled her into the lounge, pushed her down on the bed, and looked at her condescendingly, "Don't tell me."
Ling Yanyan looked at him, biting her lip, "I forgot." She was afraid that she would be vulnerable in front of him.
"Really?" Feng Zhiming took a step closer, narrowed his eyes, and stared at her.
Ling Yanyan huddled beside the bed, "I beg you, don't force me, okay?" She raised her face to prevent tears from flowing out.
"You have no right to ask me, everything you have is mine." Feng Zhiming saw the cowardice in her eyes.
Ling Yanyan hugged her folded legs with her arms, "That was my worst nightmare. When I was six years old, my father threw me at the door of the orphanage and asked me to stand alone in the rain.
There was thunder and lightning, and he left me. I have been waiting for him for so many years, but he never came back to pick me up." Tears still flowed down.
Feng Zhiming's heart trembled. She was abandoned by her father, so she had nothing to do with Yuqing.
"Then do you still miss him? Are you still waiting for him to pick up your daughter?" Feng Zhiming asked calmly.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No, I have forgotten what he looks like." The word father no longer has a place in her heart.
"From now on, let me protect you." Feng Zhiming kissed away the tears on her face.
Ling Yanyan cried loudly without any scruples and threw herself into his arms.
After she was tired from crying and fell asleep in his arms, Feng Zhiming made gentle moves to let her lie down, covered her with the quilt, and then looked down at the wetness of the shirt on his body.
Ling Yanyan, who was sleeping, said: "Yanyan, I hope you didn't show up to try to defeat me."
He put his hand on her tear-stained face and said, "Looking at you like this, I would rather see you arguing with me and resisting me with a smile."
"Dad, why don't you come back to pick me up? Dad, do you know I'm waiting for you? Why don't you want me? I will be good. Come back and pick me up!" Ling Yanyan murmured in her sleep, but
, still clearly heard by Feng Zhiming.
"It's your style to be tough." Feng Zhiming turned on the heating in the room and gently closed the door.
Feng Zhiming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking cigarettes one after another.
Yuqing, I miss you so much! I opened the bottom of the drawer in the office and took out a photo. The person in it had a sweet smile, and her facial features were exactly the same as Ling Yanyan's. They were carved from the same mold.
His slender fingers touched the smiling face in the photo, "Have you forgotten me? Otherwise, why do you never come to me in my dreams? Why are you so cruel? Don't you know that I am thinking of you?
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Feng Zhiming's face showed the pain that could not be erased. There was a knock on the door. He put the photo back in the drawer before letting his secretary in.
"President, regarding the afternoon schedule," Secretary Chen walked in with the schedule.
Feng Zhiming waved his hand, "The afternoon trip is cancelled, everything is postponed, and the meeting is postponed to tomorrow afternoon."
"Yes, President." The secretary walked out of the office.
In the afternoon, his time was all hers, no, it should be both of theirs.