"President?!" Ling Yanyan turned her head in shock and looked at Feng Zhiming, who had a livid face.
Feng Zhiming approached her step by step, "Are you so surprised to see me?" He held her thin shoulders with both hands and stared at her.
"I, I didn't." Ling Yanyan wanted to move away, but was restrained tightly by him, unable to move.
Feng Zhiming increased the strength in his hand, "No? I said yes, and asked, did you do something bad?"
Ling Yanyan wrinkled her face in pain and kept shaking her head, "No! I didn't!"
Feng Zhiming's big face came closer, "Then, who was the one who just sent you back?"
In fact, he knew who it was, but he just wanted to hear the answer from her mouth.
"Mr. Ling sent me back." Ling Yanyan answered calmly.
Although he heard her answer, the anger in his heart rose instead of falling, "Follow me upstairs." As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yanyan was pulled into the elevator by him, and his big hand held her wrist tightly.
Entering the apartment, Feng Zhiming shook her off hard. Ling Yanyan couldn't stand still for a moment and fell onto the sofa. Her legs hit the coffee table with a banging sound, but Feng Zhiming not only ignored it,
He bullied her with his whole body and fixed her resisting hands with both hands, "Let me go, please, please don't do this." Ling Yanyan begged, tears sliding down her face, blurring her eyes.
Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed her lips, sucking them tossing and turning, opening her teeth with his tongue, entangled with her tongue, and kept kissing her deeper and deeper until she no longer resisted, until she was completely softened,
Until she was intoxicated by his kiss.
He let her go and looked at her red and swollen lips and tear-stained face, his heart was tightly clenched, but he yelled at her loudly: "Say! What's the point of your relationship with Ling Yunxiang? He touched
Where are you? Here? Here? Or here?" His hands covered the softness of her chest through the clothes, then moved to her flat lower abdomen, and then moved down.
Ling Yanyan could only shake her head helplessly, "No! No, no!" Her denial and pitiful appearance became her cover in Feng Zhiming's eyes, an excuse for her to escape from everything.
"You can only be my woman. Do you understand?" She stretched out her hand and the skirt on her body was torn apart, and kisses fell on her fair and watery skin, leaving hickeys on them.
Ling Yanyan bit her lower lip tightly and let him kiss her smooth and silky skin. She closed her eyes, tears slid down her face, and she kept sobbing.
Finally, Feng Zhiming stopped, stood up, and looked at Ling Yanyan who turned her head away, unwilling to look at him.
"You still don't have anything to say to me?" Feng Zhiming pulled her face, not giving her any chance to escape.
"I really didn't, please, believe me." Ling Yanyan still shook her head.
Feng Zhiming sat down on the sofa and said, "Yanyan, you should understand that what I said will definitely come true. I don't want it to happen again." Looking at her pale face and the various things on her body,
The bruises everywhere, Feng Zhiming still softened.
Ling Yanyan reluctantly sat up, tightened her clothes, bent her legs, hugged her arms tightly, her whole body was curled up, and her eyes had no focus.
Feng Zhiming walked over and held her in his arms, "Tell me, why is Ling Yunxiang looking for you? Could it be that he wants to pay a higher price for you?" As long as he thinks of the way Ling Yunxiang looked at her that day, he will be confused in his heart.
uncomfortable.
"Don't think that everyone else is the same as you." Ling Yanyan said in a hoarse voice.
Feng Zhiming's hand on her shoulder tightened, "Really? Then you want to leave me? Are you ready to fall into his arms?" There was indifference and unfeeling in his voice.
"No!" Ling Yanyan refused intuitively.
Feng Zhiming kissed her on the cheek, then carried her into the room, let her lie on the bed, took off the torn skirt, put on a white nightgown, and covered her with a quilt.
Finally, he walked into the bathroom.
But Ling Yanyan had been silent, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, tears streaming down her face. Why did things become like this? Why did his distrust make her so heartbroken? Mingming decided to only hand over the contract.
She lost her body, but now where is her heart?
It wasn't until the sound of water in the bathroom stopped that Ling Yanyan reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Until a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist and untied the belt around her pajamas, Ling Yanyan's body trembled sensitively.
"I know you're not asleep." Feng Zhiming's magnetic voice sounded in her ears, but she did not stop moving her hands.
Ling Yanyan was held in his arms, her back pressed against his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat, but she felt very at ease.
"I want you." Feng Zhiming moved to remove the barrier between the two, and the man's strength and the woman's softness fit tightly together.
Ling Yanyan fell into a deep sleep. She was not at all stable in her sleep, and kept talking incoherently and inaudibly in her sleep.
Feng Zhiming reached out and touched every part of her face, deeply feeling her presence and fearing that she would disappear.
Ling Yanyan woke up, only to find that the person beside her was no longer there, and the bed had become cold, without his warmth and breath.
Looking at the time, it was almost noon. Oh my God! How long had she slept? She wanted to get up, but she found that her whole body was sore and she had no strength at all. How many times did he want her last night?
At this time, the phone rang. Ling Yanyan looked at the call and picked up the phone, "Are you up? Are you hungry?"
"I..." Ling Yanyan felt a little hungry after hearing his question.
Seeing her hesitation, Feng Zhiming said, "Wait for me, I'll be right back." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Ling Yanyan quickly got up, washed herself, put on a new set of clothes, and walked to the living room. Surprisingly, she didn't see the messy situation. The cushions had been placed back on the sofa and thrown into the trash can in the corner of the living room.
Wearing the dress from last night.
With a helpless sigh, he sat on the sofa and waited.
Has he calmed down? Thinking of him last night, she still felt a little scared. It was the first time in a long time that he had treated her like this.
However, she didn't mean to make him angry, nor did she mean to go to Ling Yunxiang's appointment alone. However, there was a voice in her heart telling her that she should go. She didn't know why, but she couldn't refuse.
At this time, the door of the apartment was opened, Feng Zhiming walked in, and saw Ling Yanyan sitting on the sofa in a daze.
It wasn't until the door was closed that Ling Yanyan raised her head and said, "You're back." She stepped forward and helped him take off his suit jacket.
"Have you missed me?" Although he said so, there was clearly a threat in his eyes, wanting to get a positive answer from her.
Ling Yanyan's face was expressionless, "I want to." The word came out softly from her lips.