In a stylish and elegantly decorated room, Ling Yanyan opened her heavy eyelids and looked at the blue-toned room that came into view. Where was she? She sat up and felt dizzy. She looked at the clothes on her body.
I took off the strange man's pajamas, opened the quilt, and wanted to get out of bed. Before my feet touched the ground, the door was pushed open, and a man wearing white casual clothes walked in. He smiled and saw the man who had already sat up.
Ling Yanyan walked towards her, "You're awake, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" She stretched out her hand to reach her forehead, but was avoided by Ling Yanyan.
"I'm fine, thank you," Ling Yanyan nodded and thanked her, looking at the night outside the window. It was already very late.
Xiao Yi smiled lightly, "Don't be so polite, you have a fever. Take a good rest!"
His gentleness made Ling Yanyan want to stay away.
"My clothes..." Ling Yanyan wanted to leave, but she couldn't leave dressed like this, right?
"Your clothes are wet, of course you need to change them." He said matter-of-factly. However, he didn't tell her that the doctor and the nurse he invited changed her clothes.
Ling Yanyan got out of bed. "It's too late. I have to go back." It's so late, Zhi Ming will definitely be worried.
"You want to go back?" he asked doubtfully, "It's still raining heavily outside, and you're going back like this?"
Ling Yanyan hesitated for a moment and took the handbag, but couldn't find her phone. Could it be that she didn't bring her phone with her? She frowned and raised her head, "Can you lend me your phone?"
Xiao Yi took out his mobile phone and handed it to her.
Feng Zhiming had been driving on the road looking for several hours, but still couldn't find Ling Yanyan. Where did she go? Why was she in such a hurry? She didn't even bring her mobile phone, and no one was there when she went out.
Without saying a word, the rain came down so hard that the wiper dangled in front of his eyes, and his mood became even more anxious.
Suddenly the cell phone rang, Feng Zhiming pressed the Bluetooth headset and answered the phone, "Hello," the voice sounded very unhappy.
"Zhi Ming." Ling Yanyan said softly.
"Yanyan, where are you?" Feng Zhiming stepped on the emergency brake and stopped the car.
Where? Where is this? Turning around and looking out the window.
"Zhonghao Apartment." Xiao Yi told her.
After Ling Yanyan told Feng Zhiming the address, she got out of bed, "I have to go back. Thank you very much, but can you bring me my clothes?" How could she go to see him dressed like this?
Ming?
"Your clothes have been sent for washing, and these pajamas are new." Xiao Yi smiled lightly.
"That's not what I meant." Ling Yanyan shook her head helplessly and looked at the large pajamas she was wearing. It seemed that a misunderstanding was inevitable. She picked up the handbag on the side and said, "Thank you. I'll wash the clothes later."
, will be sent back to you." He quickly left the room.
Standing at the door of the apartment, it was raining heavily and a cold wind was blowing. Only wearing loose pajamas could not resist the chill.
It turns out that rainy nights in autumn are so cold!
Ling Yanyan stood there with her arms folded on her chest.
Xiao Yi came down with a suit jacket, "It's cold outside! Put it on!" He put the suit jacket on her thin body, "This is cold medicine, remember to take it!" He put a small bag of cold medicine in his hand.
The medicine was also handed to her.
At this time, Ling Yanyan saw Feng Zhiming's car driving in. After thanking Xiao Yi, she ran towards the car in the rain.
Feng Zhiming opened the car door, and when he saw the men's clothes on Ling Yanyan, he frowned, started the car and left the apartment.
Neither of them spoke until they arrived at the villa. Feng Zhiming parked the car in the garage and walked into the room. Ling Yanyan could only follow behind him.
As soon as he entered the room, Feng Zhiming threw Ling Yanyan's suit jacket on the ground. He pulled hard with his big hand and the buttons of his pajamas fell to the ground one by one. "If you want to wear other men's clothes, don't."
Appear in front of me!" After finishing speaking, he strode out of the bedroom. After a while, there was the sound of the study door being slammed shut.
Ling Yanyan put on her pajamas and robe, bent down to pick up buttons one by one, and leaned against the edge of the bed, holding the transparent buttons tightly in her hands as tears fell silently.
He was angry! But how could she explain it to him? Would he believe her explanation? What's more, she didn't want him to know that Mo Fangming came to see her.
Feng Zhiming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, smoking one cigarette after another. His bandaged hand was already bloodshot, but he didn't feel any pain. No matter how painful his hand was, it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart.
pain.
Why doesn't she explain to him? As long as she speaks, as long as she explains, even if it is false, he will believe it, but she doesn't say anything!
The man's voice that he vaguely heard on the phone was completely proven when she appeared in front of him wearing men's clothes. He smiled bitterly, he had become a fool again!
A whole night, two rooms, two people sleepless all night.
Ling Yanyan neatly folded her pajamas and placed them on the bench next to the bed. The buttons had been sewn but not yet put into the bag, and she walked into the bathroom.
Feng Zhiming opened the door and came in. The first thing he saw was the man's clothes neatly folded. For him, this was the greatest irony for him, so he turned and left the bedroom.
As soon as I came downstairs, I met Yang Yunfang, "Zhi Ming, where are you going so early?"
Feng Zhiming drove away without looking back.
After Ling Yanyan freshened up, she changed into clothes. A headache came over her. She put her hand on her forehead and felt the scalding heat. She took out her cold medicine, took two tablets, put her clothes into a bag, and walked out of the room.
, the study door was open, but Feng Zhiming was not seen, except for the smell of cigarette smoke in the whole room. He must have been very angry, so he opened the window to ventilate, and then walked downstairs.
"Yanyan, why did Zhiming drive out so early in the morning! His injured hand has not healed yet, how can he drive?" Yang Yunfang said to Ling Yanyan as soon as she saw her.
Ling Yanyan was shocked. He must have left early to avoid her!
"Aunt, we have a meeting in the morning, and I'm going out too." Ling Yanyan also walked out of the room.
Yang Yunfang looked at Ling Yanyan and was in a hurry to leave. Could it be that the two of them were quarreling? Didn't the two of them go out together and go home together every day? Today, they were in tandem.
Ling Yanyan drove quickly on the road, took her clothes to be washed at a dry cleaner in the city, and then bought breakfast before driving to the company.
As soon as he entered the office, he saw Feng Zhiming drinking coffee.
"Stop drinking coffee, I bought breakfast." Ling Yanyan put the breakfast on the coffee table.
Feng Zhiming lit a cigarette, "You should give your breakfast to the man who worked hard last night! I don't need it!" He was angry! He was very angry!
Ling Yanyan walked up to him and said, "Zhi Ming!" Just as she reached out to take away the cigarette in his hand, she saw red blood marks oozing out from the white gauze.
"Your hand is bleeding." Ling Yanyan stretched out her hand to touch it, but he retracted it.
Feng Zhiming looked at her coldly, "You don't have to worry about it!"