Not long after, Secretary Chen brought in another box of fast food boxes. Although the dishes were all special meals in big hotels, Ling Yanyan didn't have much appetite.
Feng Zhiming looked at her, "What's wrong with you? You have a bad appetite?" The lunch box in front of her was still full, and she didn't move it a few times. Even if it did, she fed it into his mouth.
"No! I ate late in the morning and I'm not very hungry." Ling Yanyan just found an excuse. Anyway, he was not at home and he didn't know if she was really full.
"Really?" Feng Zhiming looked suspicious.
Just as the two of them were talking, the door suddenly opened, "Zhi Ming, Yan Yan, can't you? You two are eating this here?" Qiu Yuxin walked in and looked at them.
"Why are you here?" Feng Zhiming just glanced at her lightly, "Li Rui isn't here."
"Of course I know he's not here! I'm not here to find him." Qiu Yuxin said as she sat on the single sofa nearby, "I'm here to find Yanyan!"
"Looking for me?" Ling Yanyan looked at her, "Aren't you supposed to be at work today?"
"It's just because I'm at work that I came to you for help." Qiu Yuxin smiled and said, "Zhiming, you don't mind if I borrow Yanyan for a while?"
As soon as she saw Feng Zhiming, she knew that he was not happy, "Yuxin, it's okay, I'm free in the afternoon." Ling Yanyan must have been angry with him on purpose. Seeing how pale his face was, she still had to agree to Yu Xin's request.
"Don't worry! Zhi Ming, it won't be long, just a few hours!" Qiu Yuxin held Ling Yanyan's arm affectionately.
A few hours turned out to be just a few hours. When the off-duty time came and no one was seen, Feng Zhiming asked the driver to drive to the studio owned by Qiu Yuxin. He saw Ling Yanyan immersed in the table drawing a design draft.
"Okay, we should go home." Feng Zhiming took Ling Yanyan's hand.
"But, I haven't finished it yet!" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly, looking at the unfinished design draft with reluctance.
Feng Zhiming pulled her up and said, "No! Let Yu Xin do the rest."
At this time, Yu Xin walked in from outside, "Zhi Ming, you're here! Do you want some tea?"
"I won't drink the tea anymore. I'm going to take Yanyan home." Feng Zhiming said coldly, "Also, don't forget, Yanyan didn't do it for you for free."
Qiu Yuxin opened her eyes wide, "No way? A company as big as yours can't afford to support Yanyan, so you are so stingy!"
"Yes! That's right! Yanyan, let's go!" Feng Zhiming smiled evilly and pulled Ling Yanyan out of Qiu Yuxin's studio, ignoring the shouts from Qiu Yuxin behind her.
Ling Yanyan was hugged by Feng Zhiming and sat in the back seat of the car, "Zhiming."
"Don't talk and rest for a while." After Feng Zhiming finished speaking, he pressed Ling Yanyan's head into his chest, while he leaned on the back of the seat and closed his eyes.
Ling Yanyan raised her lips slightly and leaned into his arms until the car stopped at the villa.
"I'm back! You can have dinner now." Yang Yunfang greeted him with a smile, "Yanyan, how are you today?"
Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yang Yunfang's attitude towards Ling Yanyan. Although he knew that her attitude towards him had changed somewhat, did it change too quickly?
"What are you looking at? Go upstairs and change clothes so you can eat." Yang Yunfang glared at her son. Is she so strange to Yanyan? What kind of look is that?
"Aunt, let me go up with Zhi Ming!" Ling Yanyan sighed helplessly.
Feng Zhiming put his arm around her waist and asked, "My mother, is she okay?"
"Auntie is very nice! Why do you ask that?" Ling Yanyan broke away from him, took off his suit jacket and got him a set of casual clothes to put on.
"No! That's too weird!" Feng Zhiming stared at her with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through her face.
"Let's go! Let's go have dinner. Uncle and aunt should be waiting impatiently." Ling Yanyan turned away and left the room quickly.
Feng Zhiming suddenly grabbed her, "Are you hiding something from me? Or did you agree to some conditions with my mother?" He was very uneasy.
"No! No! Let's talk about it after dinner." Ling Yanyan didn't want to spend a long time talking to him in the room because of this matter.
Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan walked into the restaurant. As soon as they sat down, the servant brought a bowl of fish soup, "Yanyan, come, drink some crucian carp soup. I asked Zhang Ma to stew it all afternoon."
"Thank you, Auntie!" Ling Yanyan said her thanks with a smile, looking at the thick soup in front of her, she suddenly felt hungry.
Yang Yunfang watched with satisfaction as Ling Yanyan drank more than half of a bowl of soup and kept nodding her head, as did Feng Zhihao, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face.
"Grandma, you are so weird today!" Yiyi finally raised her head and said to Yang Yunfang beside her.
"What's weird about grandma?" Yang Yunfang asked, while giving her a piece of braised pork.
Yiyi took a bite of the meat, chewed it for a long time, and then spoke after swallowing, "Grandma usually doesn't like Mommy to talk, but today she asked Grandma Zhang to make soup for Mommy. Isn't that weird?" Her eyes were bright and dark.
Still blinking.
"Child, eat quickly! Didn't the teacher say you can't talk while eating?" Ling Yanyan looked at Yiyi's playful look, held back her laughter, and deliberately kept a straight face.
Yiyi flattened her mouth and asked, "Why can't children speak, but adults can?" After finishing her words, she continued to eat with her head down.
After dinner, Yang Yunfang asked Zhang's mother to go to the kitchen and cut some fruit, "Yiyi, from now on, when grandma comes to accompany you, you should stop pestering mommy, you know?" As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Yiyi leaning on Ling.
Yanyan's arms pulled her to her side.
"Why? Does mommy want to accompany daddy?" Yiyi tilted her little head and looked at Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan.
Yang Yunfang glanced at Ling Yanyan, "Yes! Mommy wants to accompany daddy, so grandma will accompany Yiyi."
"Yanyan, eat more fruits, it's good for your health." Yang Yunfang picked up a piece of apple and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Auntie." Ling Yanyan took it and ate it.
Feng Zhiming walked back to the bedroom and leaned on the sofa. Ling Yanyan walked in and sat down next to him, "Tomorrow, I have to go to the hospital."
"Is it tomorrow?" Feng Zhiming said casually.
"Yes. It's tomorrow." Ling Yanyan saw that he didn't care at all, "Then go to bed early tonight."
Feng Zhiming was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Ling Yanyan got up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, took out the business card in her bag, and walked into the bathroom to avoid waking Feng Zhiming.
"Hello, Dean Xiao, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Could you please trouble you tomorrow?" Ling Yanyan remembered what Xiao Yi said last time, so she called him.
"You're welcome, it's my honor to help you." Xiao Yi's voice was slightly bitter.
After hanging up the phone, Ling Yanyan returned to the room and saw Feng Zhiming sleeping soundly on the bed. She put her small hand on his face. Perhaps, with Xiao Yi's help, his hand would heal quickly.
She turned off the dim bedside lamp, wrapped her slender arms around his waist, and buried her face in his arms.
But Feng Zhiming, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes, looked at Ling Yanyan in his arms, and sighed silently in his heart.