At this time, Yang Yunfang and Feng Zhihao came back with Yiyi. As soon as Yiyi entered the living room, she ran to the second floor.
"Daddy, is mommy still sleeping?" As soon as Yiyi entered the room, she saw Feng Zhiming sitting by the bed, and Ling Yanyan was fast asleep on the bed.
Feng Zhiming picked up Yiyi and said, "Well, let mommy sleep a little longer, and daddy will carry you downstairs."
"Is it okay? But mommy said daddy's hands can't hold people yet." Yiyi's chubby little hand gently stroked Feng Zhiming's left hand.
"Did Mommy say that?" Feng Zhiming asked.
Yiyi nodded, "Yes. Yiyi will go down by herself." She got off his lap, held Feng Zhiming's big hand and walked downstairs.
As soon as Yang Yunfang saw Feng Zhiming coming down, "Where is Yanyan? Are you sleeping?"
"Well, Mommy is sleeping, so Daddy and I went downstairs." Yiyi sat on the sofa obediently and watched cartoons.
"Okay, then I'll ask Mother Zhang to keep the food warm. If Yanyan is hungry, let her eat." Yang Yunfang explained, "It's been more than two months, why can't I eat anything, and I can't eat at all."
fat."
She is really worried!
"Mom, Yanyan is already thin." Feng Zhiming held his daughter in his arms.
"Do you want me to pick a good date for your wedding?" Yang Yunfang also sat down on the sofa. It has been half a month. "Getting married is very tiring. We have to prepare everything."
Feng Zhiming smiled lightly, "I understand."
"No need to go to such trouble." Ling Yanyan came down the stairs.
Yang Yunfang immediately supported her, "Are you awake? Why don't you lie down and rest."
"I'm fine. The doctor said you can't lie down all the time. It will be better if you walk around occasionally." Ling Yanyan sat down next to Feng Zhiming, "I think the wedding can simply be held in the church."
"How can this be done? The wedding between you and Zhiming must be a big one in a big hotel." Yang Yunfang became anxious when she heard Ling Yanyan said that it should be simple.
Ling Yanyan held Feng Zhiming's arm, "Uncle, aunt, just listen to me this time. What I care about is not the wedding. I only care about being with Zhiming."
Back in the room, Ling Yanyan hugged Feng Zhiming's waist, "Am I a little willful? A little ungrateful?" Ling Yanyan knew that Yang Yunfang didn't want to wrong her.
"Then have you changed your mind now?" Feng Zhiming hugged her back.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head, "Auntie must be angry, right?" In fact, she just said what she thought. She didn't regret what she said and didn't want to change her mind. She just felt that she was a little ungrateful and made Yang Yunfang angry.
Feng Zhiming pressed his forehead against hers, "You don't want to change your mind, right?"
Ling Yanyan nodded.
"Since you don't want to change your mind, don't think so much. It's time to rest." Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked to the big bed.
"I can leave on my own! Your hands are not healed yet." Ling Yanyan was so anxious that she kept struggling.
Feng Zhiming put her on the bed, "So, Yiyi won't let me hold her either."
Ling Yanyan just looked at him with her eyes open.
"However, I want to hug you even more." Feng Zhiming said with an evil smile.
"Okay, stop making trouble, it's time for Auntie to come up again later." Ling Yanyan put her little hand on his chest.
Feng Zhiming got up from the bed and said, "Tomorrow, I will go to the company for the day. Is it okay for you to stay home alone?"
"I'm fine, why are you more nervous than me?" Ling Yanyan sat up and looked at the worry on his face.
Yang Yunfang stood in the kitchen, poured the stewed tonic soup into a bowl, and then sent it upstairs.
Ling Yanyan was sitting by the bed. When she saw Yang Yunfang walking in, she said, "Auntie."
"Here, this soup is not greasy. Drink more." Yang Yunfang placed the soup on the bedside.
Ling Yanyan watched Yang Yunfang put down the bowl, then turned around and wanted to leave. She reached out and took Yang Yunfang's hand, "Auntie."
Yang Yunfang stopped and turned around to look at her.
"Auntie, you must be angry with me, right?" Ling Yanyan stood up, "Can you forgive me for being willful and ignorant?"
"Auntie is not angry." Yang Yunfang looked at Ling Yanyan with tears in her eyes, "You kid, why are you still crying?"
Ling Yanyan leaned on her shoulder, "Auntie, thank you!"
"Okay, go to bed early and don't be tired." Yang Yunfang was really angry at first, but she couldn't be angry with a pregnant woman. Anyway, marriage is a matter between the two of them, and they can do whatever they want.
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Ling Yanyan nodded, watched Yang Yunfang walk out of the room, picked up the bowl of soup, and took a sip.
Feng Zhiming, wearing only a bath towel around his lower body, walked out of the bathroom and saw Ling Yanyan staring at the soup in a daze. He took the bowl in her hand and asked, "Do you want to drink it?"
Ling Yanyan came back to her senses and said, "Yeah."
"Are you crying?" Feng Zhiming watched Ling Yanyan shed tears while drinking the soup, "Isn't it delicious? Then don't drink it."
Ling Yanyan put her arms around him, "Zhi Ming, tell me that I am not dreaming. I can be so happy from now on."
Feng Zhiming put the bowl in his hand back on the bedside table and raised her face, "What are you thinking about again?"
"I'm afraid that when I wake up, actually, I'm not that happy." Ling Yanyan pursed her lips and hugged him tightly.
"You just want a sense of reality?" Feng Zhiming glared at her. He was here for real. Is she still so insecure?
He really wanted to yell at her, how many beautiful dreams had she had? Even when it was so real, she still dared to think it was unreal.
But pregnant women are the biggest, right? Since you can’t bear to pinch, you can only kiss her instead.
"Hmm." Before Ling Yanyan could react, he kissed her tightly, and he didn't let her go until she couldn't breathe.
Seeing her gasping for air, she said, "Don't allow you to think nonsense in the future. I will never leave you again."
Ling Yanyan was sitting alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The weather today was not good, it was overcast and drizzling. She put her hand on her lower abdomen and the sound of a bell broke the silence of the entire room.
"Is this Miss Ling?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Who are you?" Ling Yanyan was curious as to why a stranger knew the villa's phone number and came to see her.
"Hello, I'm from a kindergarten here. Do you know someone named Shen Yushu?"
When Ling Yanyan heard the name, she paused slightly and asked, "Is something wrong?" In fact, she couldn't bear to say that she didn't know him.
"It's like this. She just fainted in the kindergarten. We don't know anyone else. We only found this number when we checked her mobile phone. I think she may know you." The person on the other end of the phone said, and Ling
Yanyan was stunned on the spot.
After a long silence, Ling Yanyan spoke, "Is she serious?"
"The doctor said it's just anemia, probably due to being too tired."
"Then let her go back and rest!" Ling Yanyan hung up the phone in a hurry. She didn't know what to do. Should she go see her? Can she be careless?
She spent the entire afternoon pacing around the room restlessly. In the end, she did not leave the villa. Instead, the rain outside became even heavier.