There was silence along the way until the car drove into the villa. Feng Zhiming, who had always carried her into the room, walked into the room without looking at her.
Ling Yanyan curled her lips and walked into the second floor. She saw Feng Zhiming standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking a cigarette. It had been a long time since he smoked in front of her. As long as he smoked, she would know that he was in a bad mood.
, the best way is to stay far away from him and don't get close.
He stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, then walked into the bedroom and hugged him from behind, "Zhi Ming, don't be angry! It's not that I didn't say it, it's that I have nothing to do with him at all!"
Ling Yanyan leaned her face against his generous back and explained to him.
But Feng Zhiming still ignored her. After a long time, he put out the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it into the ashtray aside.
"Zhi Ming, the only one I love is you, from beginning to end. Why don't you believe me? I really don't have any other relationships with other men!" Ling Yanyan frowned, was he too jealous?
Is she too old? Do you really want to ignore her?
"Zhi Ming!" Ling Yanyan's hands around his waist moved irregularly on his body, unbuttoning his silk shirt, and her pink lips traced across his back through the clothes.
Feng Zhiming turned around and said, "Yanyan, you are lighting a fire." Although he was very angry, he was still angry, and the one who felt most distressed was still her.
"Isn't it possible?" Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at him innocently.
Feng Zhiming hugged her slender waist, kissed her sexy lips fiercely, and rolled over her pink lips. He didn't let go until it was difficult to breathe, "Yanyan, now, you should put out the fire." He used his big hands to put out the fire.
With a tug, the buttons on the clothes fell off, and the clothes were slightly open. His lips moved on her tender white skin. His big hands moved, and he gently opened the pink bra buckle. His lips kissed the red stamens on her chest, and his teeth gently touched her.
Nibbling lightly.
"Well..." Ling Yanyan groaned and clasped his shoulders tightly with her hands.
Feng Zhiming picked her up, walked to the big bed in the room, and untied the clothes that were in the way of the two of them. His strong body pressed against her softness, "Yanyan, are you sure you want it?" Feng Zhiming was afraid of her.
Can't bear his entrance.
Ling Yanyan's face flushed, "Zhi Ming, love me!" Her words confirmed his answer.
His hard erection squeezed into her small space, and her tightness wrapped around him tightly, pulsing continuously inside her body, leading her to the peak of pleasure, until she was so tired that she leaned on his chest.
forward.
"Tired?" Feng Zhiming hugged the person in his arms tightly and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Ling Yanyan closed her eyes and leaned on his chest, "Well, I'm tired." She put her little hands around his waist, rubbed her face against his chest, and found a more comfortable position to lean against.
Feng Zhiming raised the corner of his mouth and hugged the person in his arms tightly, "Yanyan, you will only love me for the rest of your life, understand? You can't look at other men again, understand?" He kept saying to her.
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Ling Yanyan mumbled and nodded, "Zhi Ming, I'm sleepy."
Judging from her confused look, she probably didn't even listen to what he just said!
Lu Zehao drove Yiyi back to the villa and said, "Daddy, Mommy, Yiyi is back." The silence in the room responded to her, "Uncle Zehao, Daddy and Mummy must have left Yiyi to play.
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Lu Zehao looked at Yiyi who looked aggrieved and looked at him pitifully, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Zhiming walking downstairs in a nightgown.
"It seems that the two of you are living a good life." Lu Zehao looked at Feng Zhiming's neatly combed hair, with a few strands hanging down, looking even more unruly.
Feng Zhiming looked at Yiyi running towards him and picked her up.
"Then it's you who gave me this opportunity." Feng Zhiming's face was neither red nor out of breath, and his eyes were fixed on him.
Lu Zehao chuckled, "Haha! You're welcome. As long as you are willing, I will provide you with such an opportunity at any time."
Feng Zhiming glared at him, "Then I won't give it away." He picked up his daughter and walked upstairs.
Ling Yanyan was also wearing silk light pink pajamas, "Yiyi is back, are you tired?"
"Don't be tired, Mommy, Aunt Yan'er is getting married, and Yiyi wants to wear beautiful clothes." Yiyi broke away from Feng Zhiming's arms, walked over, and hugged Ling Yanyan.
"Okay." Ling Yanyan smiled and nodded.
After dinner, the three of them sat on the sofa in the living room. Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan sat next to Yiyi, watching cartoons and eating fruit with her.
After Yiyi fell asleep, Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked to the room on the second floor. He covered his daughter with a quilt and turned off the lights in the room. Once he entered the room, he did not see Ling Yanyan.
"Yanyan." Feng Zhiming called softly.
"Zhi Ming, I'm here." Ling Yanyan's voice came from the bathroom.
Feng Zhiming walked to the bathroom and saw Ling Yanyan squatting in front of the bathtub busy, "What are you doing?"
"Put in the bath water!" Ling Yanyan didn't even raise her head, her slender arms were swaying in the bathtub, and a layer of foam floated up.
Feng Zhiming stepped forward and pulled her up, "You want to take a bath? Just tell me and I'll do it."
"It's not me, it's you!" Ling Yanyan broke away from his arms, "Look, your hand is injured. If you take a shower, the wound will get wet."
Feng Zhiming hugged her into his arms, "Yanyan, what a silly Yanyan, it's just the little injury on her hand, it's not that serious."
"No! You have to listen to me! Today, I'm here to give you a bath." Ling Yanyan began to unbutton his shirt.
"Am I the only one to wash it?" Feng Zhiming did not refuse and allowed her to take off her clothes.
Ling Yanyan glared at him, "What are you thinking about? Of course you wash it alone!" She turned around and didn't look at him.
Feng Zhiming hugged her from behind, "You only took off my clothes, not my pants!"
He did it on purpose! Ling Yanyan blushed with embarrassment and was about to walk out of the bathroom, but was pulled back by Feng Zhiming.
Ling Yanyan then turned around and said, "Don't make trouble anymore. If you make trouble again, I won't care about you."
"Okay, I won't make a fuss anymore." Feng Zhiming chuckled.
Feng Zhiming lay comfortably in the jacuzzi, while Ling Yanyan rubbed his arms with a bath ball.
"This way." Feng Zhiming shamelessly stretched out his left arm.
"Okay, got it." Ling Yanyan stood up, and just when she touched Feng Zhiming's hand, he pulled her hard and she fell into the bathtub.
"Zhi Ming! My clothes are wet!" Ling Yanyan fell steadily into his arms, splashing water all over the floor.
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "It's okay, just take it off when it gets wet." He started to unbutton the buttons in front of her body.
"Zhi Ming!" Ling Yanyan could only shout angrily at him.
"I heard it, I'll help you take it off right away." Feng Zhiming smiled evilly.
"I know I didn't mean it that way!" He simply meant it. If she had known this, she wouldn't have been so kind as to help him bathe.
Feng Zhiming had already helped her take off all her clothes, "Then what do you mean?" His lips moved around her fair neck.
"Zhi Ming! You're so annoying!" Ling Yanyan turned around from his arms and pressed her entire soft body against him.
Feng Zhiming held her flailing hand tightly, "Yanyan, if you move again, my injured hand will get wet."
As soon as these words were spoken, Ling Yanyan calmed down and said, "Let me see."
It's fine if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you'll be extremely angry, and the bandaged hands will already be wet.
"Feng Zhiming!" Ling Yanyan held the edge of the bathtub with both hands and glared at him.
"It's okay! Don't be angry, you'll get angry." Feng Zhiming stretched out his arms, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her directly to seal her mouth that was about to speak.
Her resistance and reason were overwhelmed by his overwhelming kiss.