Ling Yanyan stuck out her tongue and said, "Thank you very much for today."
Feng Zhiming held her and sat down on the huge single sofa, let her sit on his lap, and buried his head in her neck, "Next time, call me if you have anything, and you can't do what you did yesterday.
, stupidly freezing outside the door, do you hear me? In my heart, you are the most important, understand? If you dare not listen to me, I will..." Feng Zhiming whispered in her ear
commanded.
"I know." Ling Yanyan already knew what he was going to say next, "Why are you so nice to me?"
She wondered, was it destiny for her to meet him? Or was it an entanglement in her past life? Why did he threaten her with the orphanage to become his? But he was so good to her?
"Fool," Feng Zhiming only used two words lightly.
She didn't ask any more questions and just leaned into his arms.
"To thank you, a great CEO, for taking care of me all day long, I will cook tonight myself." Ling Yanyan put her arms around his neck, raised her face to look at him, and looked into his deep eyes.
Feng Zhiming came close to her and kissed her on the lips, "No, you are a patient today. I have no habit of abusing patients. Li Rui will bring dinner later."
The two people sat quietly in front of the window, neither of them spoke. A phone ringing disturbed the peace between them.
Feng Zhiming looked at the incoming call on his mobile phone and quickly answered, "Hello."
"Zhi Ming, is it convenient for you to talk on the phone now?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
He stood up and walked to the side, "Yes, Auntie, you tell me."
"Zhi Ming, are you okay there? Are you busy?" The soft voice revealed care.
Feng Zhiming nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. How are you and uncle?" His voice was faint, but he sounded very respectful.
"We are fine. Has Xueyi caused any trouble for you? This child hasn't called home for a long time." Although there was complaint in her voice, she could hear worry.
Feng Zhiming's expression changed instantly, and he immediately regained his composure, "No, she is fine. Auntie, I have something else to do. I will go see you and uncle when I have time."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Zhiming stood there without moving, looking very serious. Ling Yanyan didn't speak, she just looked at his back. Why did she see his loneliness and loneliness?
Ling Yanyan in his arms had already fallen asleep. Feng Zhiming sat up and stood in front of the window. A round of moonlight shone on his body, elongating a long figure. The smoke he exhaled filled the air.
.
After burning out a cigarette, Feng Zhiming walked back to the bed and looked at Ling Yanyan. Why did she appear in his life? With this exact same face, he wished she was Yuqing. It was Yuqing who had always been there.
Never left him.
Days returned to the same as usual, going to and from work every day. Ling Yanyan sat alone in the tea room, drinking boiled water. It was tasteless, but it was her favorite drink. It was very ordinary, just like ordinary life, it was also
What she looks forward to most.
"What a coincidence, Assistant Ling Te is here too!" Wang Xueyi walked in, holding a water glass in her hand.
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard her voice, she quickly stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang! What do you want to drink? I'll make it for you." She was about to reach out and take her water glass.
"No need, I will pour it myself. You are the president's special assistant, not mine, so I won't bother you." Wang Xueyi walked around her and made herself a cup of coffee.
"Mr. Wang, you are really out of touch." Of course Ling Yanyan noticed that Wang Xueyi was unfriendly to her during this period.
Wang Xueyi sat down opposite her, "How can I be outsiders? The president is so kind to you, I'm just a little envious." Wang Xueyi clearly remembered that Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan didn't come to the company that day.
, the next day, she still saw the two people coming to the company together, and they seemed to be quite close.
Of course, even if she asked, Feng Zhiming would not give her an answer.
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Wang, don't worry too much. The president is more concerned about his subordinates." In fact, when she said this, Ling Yanyan felt unsure.
Which subordinate can get such treatment as her? She can come and go freely in the president's office, but others cannot. Even the president's secretary must first obtain the president's permission before entering.
During this period of time, it was also true that Feng Zhiming's visits had decreased. Even if he had entertainment, he would always take her with him. By staying with her every night, Ling Yanyan seemed to be used to his presence.
"Really?" Wang Xueyi's smile was filled with resentment.
At this time, Feng Zhiming walked in and said, "Assistant Ling Te, why did it take so long for you to make me a cup of coffee?" He deliberately pretended not to see Wang Xueyi.
"Zhiming, let me help you with the bar!" Wang Xueyi quickly stood up and started making coffee. After a while, a cup of hot coffee was delivered to Feng Zhiming, "Zhiming, your favorite coffee."
Feng Zhiming took the coffee and took a sip, "Yeah."
"Then I'll brew it for you every day!" Wang Xueyi raised her head and looked at his satisfied look while drinking coffee.
Feng Zhiming took another sip and said, "No, Assistant Lingte will brew it for me." He looked at the man standing aside, holding a white printed ceramic cup in his hand, with his head slightly lowered and silent.
"Now that I've drunk my coffee, Assistant Ling, let's get back to work." Feng Zhiming walked in front, and Ling Yanyan followed quickly.
"Zhi Ming, wait a minute." Wang Xueyi followed and walked in front of him, "Zhi Ming, my uncle and aunt are coming back tomorrow. You must remember to pick them up. I will wait for you tomorrow."
Feng Zhiming nodded lightly, "I understand."
"Then, will you go back to the villa tonight?" Wang Xueyi took his hand, "Will you come back?" As he spoke, he glanced at Ling Yanyan behind him.
"Let's talk about it tonight!" Feng Zhiming walked directly back to the office.
Wang Xueyi looked at the backs of the two of them one after another. Even if there was any relationship between the two of them, it would change or be severed because of the return of Zhiming's parents.
The corners of his lips were raised, but it was a smirk on his face.
In the office, Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan were sitting at their desks, neither of them speaking. There was only the sound of fingers typing on the keyboard in the entire huge office.
I try to think of you, laugh and cry, let myself love you deeply and then learn to give up. I don’t want to forget you. Even if I can, I would rather remember all the sadness...
The phone rang. Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment and then answered the phone, "Hello, hello."
"Hello! Miss Ling?" the person on the other end of the phone asked politely.
Ling Yanyan was a little surprised, "I am, who are you?"