Ling Yanyan hugged her daughter and got into the car, and helped her put on her seat belt, "Yiyi, let's come to see aunt. Don't tell daddy."
"Why?" Yiyi asked puzzledly.
"I'm afraid Daddy will be unhappy! Yiyi doesn't want Daddy to be unhappy, right?" Ling Yanyan touched her daughter's head.
Yiyi nodded.
As the car drove slowly into the city, the phone suddenly rang, "Hello, hello!"
"Hello, are you Miss Ling?"
"Yes, please..." Ling Yanyan asked, looking at the strange call and strange voice.
"Ms. Ling, it's been almost half a month since you brought the laundry last time. If you don't come to pick it up, we will deal with it."
Ling Yanyan then remembered that she forgot to pick up her clothes.
"I'm so sorry, I'll go over right now."
After hanging up the phone, Ling Yanyan turned the car in another direction.
I took the clothes back, and after some hesitation, I decided to send them back.
The car stopped in the hospital's garage, and Ling Yanyan led Yiyi and walked to the dean's office with her clothes in hand.
"Mommy, where are we going now?" Yiyi asked.
"Mommy is going to take the clothes back to an uncle. Please remember to call uncle later." Ling Yanyan said to Yiyi.
As soon as he finished speaking, he arrived at the door of the dean's office and knocked lightly. "Come in!" A magnetic and gentle voice sounded.
Ling Yanyan opened the door and went in, "Hello,"
Xiao Yi heard her voice, raised his head, and unexpectedly saw Ling Yanyan standing by the door.
"It's you! Sit down quickly!" He stood up immediately and walked towards them.
"Hello, uncle!" Yiyi greeted politely.
Xiao Yi asked them to sit down, "I don't even know your name yet."
"Yes, I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Ling Yanyan, and this is my daughter." Ling Yanyan said, and Yiyi on the side immediately answered, "Uncle, my name is Yiyi."
Xiao Yi smiled and called the secretary in, "Come in and make two glasses of juice."
"No, I came today just to return this dress to you. I'm so sorry, I forgot about it." Ling Yanyan handed the dress to him, "Thank you very much for last time."
Xiao Yi took over the clothes and said, "No need to be so polite. It's actually nothing."
"Then I'll leave first, go ahead and do your work!" Ling Yanyan stood up and held Yiyi's hand.
"How is Mr. Feng's hand injury doing now?" Xiao Yi stopped her.
Ling Yanyan turned around and looked at him doubtfully.
"No need to be surprised, I am the dean, so of course I have to care about the patients and their conditions in our hospital." Xiao Yi said it very calmly, as if it was natural.
"That's right!" Ling Yanyan smiled bitterly, "It doesn't seem to be too good. The doctor said it's quite serious. It may take some time." When Feng Zhiming's hand was mentioned, Ling Yanyan's eyes became a little dim.
Face full of worry.
"How about you tell me next time you come to the hospital and I'll check him out?" Xiao Yi said with a smile.
"You?" Ling Yanyan looked at him with wide eyes.
Xiao Yi nodded, "You don't believe me? I'm an expert."
Ling Yanyan smiled broadly and said, "Thank you very much."
Maybe, she was lucky to meet him! However, it was not lucky for him to meet her in his life.
Ling Yanyan drove back to the villa and saw Feng Zhiming sitting in the study, having a video conference with the executives of the American branch.
"Yiyi, go back to your room first and don't disturb daddy's work." Ling Yanyan whispered in Yiyi's ear, made a cup of tea and sent it in.
Feng Zhiming grabbed her and said, "Back!" Ling Yanyan sat firmly on his lap.
Ling Yanyan struggled, "You're in a meeting!" She didn't want all the executives at the American branch to see this scene.
"It's over!" Feng Zhiming said lightly. She was just struggling and didn't see that the computer screen had been turned off.
Ling Yanyan turned around, glanced at the turned-off computer screen, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Where did you go in the afternoon? You came back so late." Feng Zhiming asked casually.
"Well, it's nothing! I just went out for a walk." Ling Yanyan put her arms around his neck, "Did you work all afternoon again?"
Feng Zhiming put his right hand around her waist, "It was just a meeting for a while."
Ling Yanyan pulled away from his arms, "I'm going to prepare dinner."
"You should keep your schedule today! Today is the weekend." She has been running all day and is not tired.
"Just because it's the weekend, I have to prepare even more." Normally, I'm in the company every day and can't help much.
Feng Zhiming pulled her and said, "You don't have to work so hard. The maid will prepare dinner."
Ling Yanyan fell asleep in bed early. Feng Zhiming walked into Yiyi's room. The servant just happened to help her dry her hair, "Mr."
"You go out first!" Feng Zhiming sat beside the bed.
"Daddy, do you want to accompany Yiyi tonight?" Yiyi's small body threw herself into Feng Zhiming's arms.
Feng Zhiming held his daughter in his arms, "Are you tired from playing today?"
"Not tired." Yiyi shook her head, "Mommy is very tired, she keeps driving."
"Where did Mommy drive?" Feng Zhiming asked calmly.
Yiyi looked at Feng Zhiming, "Mommy said we can't say it."
"Why can't you say it?"
"Daddy will be angry if he finds out." Yiyi honestly returned the original words to Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming was stunned for a moment. Where did she go? She was afraid that he would be angry. Seeing her lying on the bed exhausted, she had to let herself be so tired on a rare day off.
"I'm not angry." Feng Zhiming asked his daughter to lie down and covered her with a quilt.
Yiyi opened her big eyes and looked at Feng Zhiming, "Really? Daddy didn't lie to me?"
"Of course, Daddy is not angry with Mommy, but Yiyi wants to tell Daddy the truth." Feng Zhiming had a charming smile on his face.
Yiyi honestly told where she went in the afternoon and who she met, "Daddy, you must not be angry with Mommy, otherwise Mommy will also be angry with Yiyi." Before going to bed, Yiyi also said
Don't forget to tell Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming walked back to the room. Ling Yanyan's petite body, wearing a silk suspender nightgown, was huddled on the bed. Her face was a little pale and she looked very fragile.
Pulling the quilt over her body, Ling Yanyan turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Feng Zhiming lay on the bed and held her in his arms. She went to see Wang Xueyi without telling him. What was wrong? Was it guilt? Or what? Is this the reason why she had been unwilling to marry him?
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ling Yanyan muttered vaguely in her sleep, but Feng Zhiming heard her clearly.
The hands on his waist hugged him tightly, as if trying to grasp something.
Feng Zhiming patted her face, "Yanyan, Yanyan, are you dreaming?"
Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and saw Feng Zhiming in front of her. She was suddenly stunned and said, "Zhiming! Don't leave me!"
"I won't leave!" Feng Zhiming kissed her forehead and wiped away the fine sweat on her forehead.
Ling Yanyan leaned in his arms, listened to his steady heartbeat, closed her eyes, and felt his existence, which was real and real.