As soon as the elevator door opened, Qiu Yuxin got in faster than anyone else and ran straight into a wall of people. "Ouch!" she rubbed her sore forehead.
Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan stood at the door of the elevator, looking like they were watching a good show.
Li Rui's serious face moved slightly, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"It's you! It hurts so much!" Qiu Yuxin frowned.
"Are you okay?" Li Rui's tone was all in the same key, without any ups and downs.
Qiu Yuxin shook her head, "Well, can you do me a favor?" She turned the blame away and began to ask Li Rui for help.
"What?" Li Rui's eyes skipped Qiu Yuxin in front of him and landed on Feng Zhiming outside the elevator.
"I want Yanyan to help me complete the design draft. Can you tell Zhi Ming about it?" Qiu Yuxin looked at Li Rui pitifully.
Li Rui just shook his head and said nothing.
Finally, under Qiu Yuxin's persuasion, Ling Yanyan got into Qiu Yuxin's car.
"What! Stinky Li Rui, you will die if you say anything to me! What a piece of wood! Uncarved wood!" Qiu Yuxin complained as she drove the car.
"Aren't you two already?" Ling Yanyan asked uncertainly.
Qiu Yuxin's fair face suddenly became flushed, "Oh, what an accident!"
"Li Rui is actually a good man. Maybe he has his own concerns and ideas. Give him some more time." Ling Yanyan advised her.
"I know. In fact, I opened this studio for him. Only when I am independent can I get closer to him." Qiu Yuxin sighed slightly.
Ling Yanyan knew Qiu Yuxin's intention in opening this publicity and planning studio, so she had no reason not to help.
After sitting all afternoon, Ling Yanyan only felt pain in her back, but she was still satisfied with the finished design.
"Yanyan, are you okay?" Qiu Yuxin saw Ling Yanyan's face looking a little pale as soon as she entered the office.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Ling Yanyan smiled and stood up with difficulty, stroking her lower abdomen with her little hands.
Qiu Yuxin did not ignore her small gesture, "Yanyan, are you pregnant?"
"Yeah." Ling Yanyan nodded.
"Zhi Ming must not know yet, right?" Qiu Yuxin looked at her and guessed that if he knew, he would not let Yanyan work.
"I'm going to tell him tonight. In fact, I just found out about it, and I'm a little scared. I'm afraid the child will..." Ling Yanyan was worried, after all, she had lost it before.
Qiu Yuxin held her hand, "No, I don't even know, and I kept you busy all afternoon. Can I take you back now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhiming's figure appeared.
"Zhi Ming, you're here! I'm about to send Yanyan back!" Qiu Yuxin felt a little sorry.
Ling Yanyan walked towards him, "It's okay, I'll go back with Zhi Ming. Don't be too late." She took his arm.
"Zhi Ming, take good care of Yanyan!" Qiu Yuxin waved to them.
The two walked into the elevator, "Why did you come here so early today?" Ling Yanyan leaned against his chest and wrapped her slender arms around his waist.
"Mom is worried about you. She said you couldn't get through on the phone." Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly.
"Ah! My phone is out of battery and I forgot to charge it." Ling Yanyan suddenly remembered.
Feng Zhiming reached out and tapped the tip of her nose, "When did you start to be so confused? It's really worrying." There was a touch of helplessness in his tone.
After getting into the car, Ling Yanyan was tired of being in his arms and fell asleep until the car stopped in the garage of the villa.
"Are you tired?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and rubbed her groggy eyes.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Yeah."
The symptoms of early pregnancy were becoming more and more obvious. As soon as Ling Yanyan returned to the room, she lay on the bed and fell asleep. Feng Zhiming covered her with a quilt and walked downstairs.
"Is Yanyan sleeping?" Yang Yunfang asked him.
Feng Zhiming looked at the financial news and nodded.
"Son, you didn't touch her last night, did you?" Yang Yunfang felt it was safer to ask. Seeing that Yanyan was so tired today and her complexion was not good.
Feng Zhiming turned back and looked at Yang Yunfang, "Mom, when did you start asking about things in my bedroom? I'm a man." Although it was true that he didn't touch her last night, it didn't mean that he wouldn't touch her tonight.
bump.
"You..." Yang Yunfang was angry. In addition to worrying about Yanyan's body, she was also worried about the child in her belly!
"Forget it, I'll let Zhang Ma make some tonic soup for Yanyan." Then she left the living room.
Feng Zhiming watched Yang Yunfang's back disappear into the living room before turning back.
When Ling Yanyan opened her eyes again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the faint moonlight shone down, giving the whole room a layer of warmth.
Wearing only a silk nightdress, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Suddenly, a force hugged her from behind, and his chin rested on her shoulder. "I'm awake. You can go downstairs to eat." Feng Zhiming's voice spoke to her.
rang in his ears.
Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, "I'm not hungry yet." She shrank her whole body into his arms, looking for the warmth.
"Zhi Ming." Both of them looked through the window and looked at the scenery outside the window.
"Huh?" She called softly, and he responded calmly.
"Let's get married!" The corners of Ling Yanyan's lips raised, and even the moonlight outside the window seemed to be smiling.
Feng Zhiming pulled her body over, stared at her with his eyes, and reached out to her forehead with his big hand, "Are you telling the truth?"
Ling Yanyan nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's true. I want to marry you. I want a complete family, is that okay?" This is what she has been looking forward to for a long time, the warmth of home, which only he can give.
Feng Zhiming kissed away the tears sliding down her face, "Silly Yanyan, I have been waiting for your answer." She finally figured it out.
"Baby, did you hear that? Daddy and Mommy are getting married." Ling Yanyan's tears still couldn't stop flowing.
"Baby? You mean?" Feng Zhiming looked at her.
Ling Yanyan grabbed Feng Zhiming's hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.
"Are you pregnant?" His face was full of surprise.
"Yes." Ling Yanyan nodded vigorously and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Feng Zhiming lowered his head to face her, "Tell me, is there anything else you are hiding from me?" She even dared to hide something as big as her pregnancy from him.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No!"
"Really not?" Feng Zhiming moved closer to her.
"Really not!" Ling Yanyan had a smile on her face, and the emotion just now turned into the sweetest happiness.
Feng Zhiming leaned over and kissed her, kissing away the salty tears at the corner of her mouth, replacing them with the sweetness between their lips and teeth.
It wasn't until a long time later that he let her go, "From now on, you have to lie in bed and rest 24 hours a day, and you can't go anywhere." He hugged her and walked towards the big bed.
"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan shook her head. Isn't this too exaggerated? Twenty-four hours?
"No! You must listen to me!" Feng Zhiming said domineeringly.
Ling Yanyan looked away, "If I had known earlier, I would have told you later." She muttered quietly.
Feng Zhiming approached her and asked, "Does everyone in the family know about it except me?" He should be able to understand why his mother's attitude changed so quickly and she was completely different towards Yanyan.