As soon as Feng Zhiming drove back to the villa, he saw Ling Yanyan sitting on the sofa in the living room. He took off his suit jacket and walked to her side to sit down. "Yanyan, aren't you asleep? Why are you sitting up again?"
Are you here?" He put his suit jacket on her body, held her cold little hand in his big hand, "Let's go upstairs and sleep." He picked her up and walked towards the second floor.
Ling Yanyan stretched out her slender arms and hugged his neck, "Zhiming, where did you go just now?"
"It's nothing, just go to the company and have a look." Feng Zhiming smiled lightly and looked at Ling Yanyan, who was pouting in her arms and looking unhappy. When did she start to become so sensitive?
"Is everything okay?" Ling Yanyan hugged him tightly as soon as she sat on the edge of the bed, "Don't lie to me!"
"Okay, when did I lie to you? Go to sleep!" He rubbed her hair. To him, nothing else mattered. Only Yanyan was the most important thing to him.
Feng Zhiming hugged her, "I'll just stay at home and rest tomorrow if I have nothing to do. Because of Yan'er's marriage, I've been flying for so long in the past two days, so I need to take good care of myself." Her face was not as rosy as it was some time ago.
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"I'm fine, Zhi Ming. Tomorrow, I want to take Yiyi to see my wife." Ling Yanyan nestled in his arms and whispered.
"No, you rest at home tomorrow. I'll accompany you to the villa in two days." Feng Zhiming knew that Yanyan had gone, and Yang Yunfang probably wouldn't give her a good look. It would be better not to go, and what he was most afraid of was
Yanyan was wronged.
Ling Yanyan frowned, "I don't need you to accompany me. I can just drive there by myself. You haven't been in the company for so long, so you must have a lot of things to deal with. Just go and do your business. I'm not a child anymore. I'll go to a
I need you to stay with me! Go to bed quickly! Otherwise you will be late for work tomorrow." Ling Yanyan could clearly feel Feng Zhiming's displeased look when she heard her words, and she turned over.
Turn your back to him.
Feng Zhiming turned off the lights in the room and put his long arms around her waist.
Because of Ling Yanyan's persistence, Feng Zhiming put down the company's affairs and drove Ling Yanyan to the villa. Yang Yunfang was walking leisurely in the garden when he saw Feng Zhiming holding Ling Yan's arm.
Yan walked in holding Yiyi with one hand, and immediately greeted her, "Yiyi is back, come here, grandma, give me a hug." Without looking at them, she just picked up Yiyi and walked into the living room.
Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan followed, "Madam."
"Sit down!" Yang Yunfang said angrily, "Just call me uncle and aunt. Calling me madam is too unfamiliar."
Ling Yanyan smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
Feng Zhiming was still a little unhappy, "Are you going to stay here today?" he asked uncertainly.
"Of course, go to the company quickly!" Ling Yanyan smiled and helped him adjust his suit.
At this time, Feng Zhihao walked downstairs. When he saw Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan, a smile appeared on his face, "You are back. When did you come back?"
"Hello, uncle, we came back last night." Ling Yanyan nodded slightly and said hello.
"Don't tell me in advance so that I can pick you up." Feng Zhihao also sat down on the sofa and looked at Ling Yanyan's face, "Yanyan, you will stay here today. Uncle asked Zhang Ma to give you
Cook something delicious and replenish your body."
"Then you stay here, I'll pick you up when I get off work." Feng Zhiming reluctantly kissed her on the cheek before standing up.
Ling Yanyan's cheeks turned red, "I'll take you out."
"Look, what does it look like? He's not shy at all, and he kissed her in front of us." Yang Yunfang watched them hugging each other and walking out of the living room, and couldn't help snorting.
"Wife, just be jealous. Aren't you happy that your son is happy? On the contrary, I think Yanyan is pretty good, isn't that right?" Feng Zhihao asked Yiyi beside him with a smile.
Feng Zhiming stood beside the car, reaching out to brush away the hair that was blown to his forehead by the wind, "Wait until I come back from get off work to pick you up."
"I got it, don't worry." Ling Yanyan looked at him with a worried look on her face. This was his home, not a den of wolves and tigers.
After seeing him driving away, Ling Yanyan turned around and returned to the living room, "Uncle and aunt, you must not have had breakfast yet, I'll prepare it!"
"No, Zhang Ma will prepare it, just sit down and rest." Feng Zhihao motioned for her to sit down.
Yang Yunfang took Yiyi upstairs unhappily.
"Yanyan, your aunt is just like that. She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Don't take it too seriously." Feng Zhihao comforted her.
Ling Yanyan smiled lightly and said, "Yes, I know." From Yang Yunfang's attitude towards Yiyi, she understood it.
"No matter what happens between you and Zhiming, my uncle will support you. If you want to have a wedding, tell your uncle and he will do the best for you." Feng Zhihao likes Ling Yanyan's gentleness and caring the most. Of course,
The most important thing is that she loves Zhi Ming deeply.
"Uncle, it's fine for me and Zhiming. Don't worry too much." Now, she is very satisfied. She will not ask for anything else. Getting Feng Zhiming's heart and all his love is everything.
Well, there is nothing more important than these.
Feng Zhihao nodded slightly after listening to her words. The children would have their own plans for their children. Apart from supporting and encouraging, he could not do anything else.
As soon as Ling Yanyan walked out of the kitchen with the dishes and put them on the dining table, she heard Yiyi calling daddy and walked to the living room. She saw Feng Zhiming coming back exhausted, "You're back. Are you tired today? Go upstairs.
Change your clothes and you can go downstairs to eat."
"Are you cooking?" Feng Zhiming looked at the apron she was wearing, which smelled faintly of cooking smoke.
"No, I'm just helping." Ling Yanyan took a step away from him and saw his frown.
Feng Zhiming stared at her with some disbelief, "Are you really just helping?"
"Zhi Ming, why don't you go change clothes?" Yang Yunfang's voice appeared behind them. Why don't we just cook dinner? Judging from his unhappy look, his mother had never seen him like this before cooking every day.
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He really raised such a good son for someone else and only thought about the woman he loved.
"I know." Feng Zhiming then walked to the room on the second floor.
The family sat around the dining table, "Yanyan, you need to eat more. You have been busy for this dinner for a long time." Feng Zhihao praised it while eating.
"Well, it's fine if uncle likes to eat." Ling Yanyan smiled awkwardly. The lie she told one second was exposed the next second.
"Why don't you eat? Isn't it delicious?" Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming with no appetite. Couldn't he be angry?
Yang Yunfang and Yiyi were sitting in the living room watching TV and eating fruit. Feng Zhihao beside him was wearing glasses and reading the newspaper in his hand.
"Zhi Ming, aren't you angry?" Ling Yanyan brought a small plate of fruit and saw Feng Zhiming sitting on the balcony, smoking a cigarette in frustration.
Feng Zhiming put out the cigarette in his hand, "Come here! Sit here." He patted his thigh.
Ling Yanyan put down the fruit plate and walked towards him. When she was still one step away from him, Feng Zhiming pulled Ling Yanyan into his arms with a long arm.
****** Dear friends, Weiwei would like to correct the mistake in yesterday's article. It is the granddaughter, not the granddaughter. Because it is a published chapter, it is difficult to modify, so I will make the changes here. I hope you will understand.