"I miss you too." He stepped forward and hugged her waist, pressing a kiss on her red lips.
"Aren't you still busy today? Why are you back?" Ling Yanyan let him hug her, resting her head on his chest, smelling the familiar smell on his body.
Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa and asked her to sit on his lap. "No matter what happens, it's not as important as you." He buried his head in her neck, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked softly: "
What do you want to eat for lunch?”
"I will eat whatever you eat." Ling Yanyan was surprisingly quiet and obedient.
Feng Zhiming sighed softly, "Since you are so obedient, I will take you to eat delicious food." After saying that, he picked up the handbag she put on the sofa and walked out of the apartment.
The BMW stopped at an Italian restaurant, walked into the restaurant, and sat down at a seat by the window. Ling Yanyan looked at the flow of people outside the window without looking at Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming ordered the meal and sat next to her, "You have changed." In just one day, she had changed a lot. Although her eyes were looking at him, they had no focus, except that there was still his shadow in her pupils.
He forced her to turn around and look at him, "You can only have me in your heart, and you can only look at me with your eyes."
Ling Yanyan grinned, "You are so domineering." Yes! His domineering and gentleness have almost taken over her heart, the heart she vowed to keep tightly.
Feng Zhiming just hugged her gently and said, "I still like the way you smile willfully."
The ringing of the phone broke the calm, and Feng Zhiming took out his cell phone, "Hello."
"Zhi Ming, where are you? My uncle and aunt's plane is arriving soon." Wang Xueyi's voice came.
Feng Zhiming glanced at her in his arms and said, "I'm not going, you go pick her up!"
"Zhi Ming, how can this be done? You clearly promised me that you would go together! If you don't go, my uncle and aunt will be unhappy." How could Wang Xueyi go alone?
Ling Yanyan raised her head from his arms and said softly: "If you have something to do, go and get busy!"
"Okay, I'll go directly to the airport." He hung up the phone and said, "Yanyan, you can rest at home this afternoon and wait until I come back." After kissing her smooth forehead, he hurriedly left.
Ling Yanyan looked at his back, but seemed to be relieved. She looked at the meal brought by the waiter, but she lost her appetite.
Feng Zhiming drove to the airport, and Wang Xueyi was already waiting for him at the airport gate.
"You're here!" Wang Xueyi took his arm and the two walked in intimately.
At the exit of the airport, a middle-aged couple walked out. The man was wearing a black suit and had a majestic look on his face. There was an aristocratic woman on his arm.
"Uncle and aunt." Wang Xueyi stepped forward to say hello.
Yang Yunfang smiled slightly and said, "Xue Yi, I haven't seen you for a long time. She looks beautiful again."
"No way." Wang Xueyi stepped forward and gave Yang Yunfang a hug, "Auntie, why do you always make fun of me?"
"Why are you making fun of her? My future daughter-in-law is getting more and more beautiful, of course I am very happy."
"Auntie." Wang Xueyi said coquettishly, with a blush on her face.
"You're still shy." Yang Yunfang patted her back.
"Dad, Mom, let me take you back to the villa to rest first!" Feng Zhiming looked at his mother and Wang Xueyi chatting happily, and spoke in order not to change the topic to him.
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get home. I'm tired after flying for more than ten hours." Feng Zhihao said to Yang Yunfang.
The four of them drove back to the villa, relieved themselves of their fatigue, and sat in the living room, drinking tea made by the servant.
"Xueyi, how are you these days? I think you seem to have lost a lot of weight." Yang Yunfang asked Wang Xueyi to sit next to him and reached out to caress her delicate face.
Wang Xueyi leaned on her shoulder, "No, Auntie, I'm fine! Zhi Ming is also very good to me." There was an unspoken meaning in her words.
Feng Zhiming sat on the single sofa, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
"Son, you're not young anymore. It's time to get married sometime." Feng Zhihao said to him. His son is good at everything, but he has been avoiding the topic of marriage since Yuqing left.
Two words, put all your thoughts into your work.
"Yes! Xueyi has been waiting for you for so many years, you should give her a status." Yang Yunfang is still very satisfied with Wang Xueyi.
Feng Zhiming blew out a puff of smoke and said, "I will consider it myself."
Yang Yunfang took a sip of tea and said, "You have been thinking about it for a long time, and you are still thinking about when. You are almost thirty years old, and you still have no idea. Husband, I think we will stay here for a while this time.
By the way, we will call Brother Mo and his family here to arrange the marriage between our son and Xueyi, so that we can have our grandson as soon as possible." After saying this, she sighed slightly, if it hadn't been for that accident
After the car accident, maybe she would have had her grandson long ago, but it's a pity...
"Mom!" Feng Zhiming knew what his mother's sigh meant. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. Mom wants you to be well." Yang Yunfang looked at her son and shook her head helplessly.
Wang Xueyi looked at him opposite with a smile on her face: "Aunt, it's okay, I can understand, and I can wait. I believe that Zhi Ming will pass through that hurdle one day." He will definitely be able to forget it.
, time is the best medicine.
"I hope so! Xueyi, I really wronged you." Yang Yunfang held her hand tightly.
Feng Zhiming picked up the car keys and said, "I'm going to the company." After saying that, he walked out of the room.
"Xueyi, you can chat with your aunt here in the afternoon." Yang Yunfang stopped Wang Xueyi from getting up.
Wang Xueyi sat back on the sofa and said, "Okay, Auntie." Ling Yanyan sat in the restaurant until the crowd gradually became less crowded, then she paid the bill and left. She was walking on the street alone, and the wind blew slightly cold, blowing her long hair.
, such wind can make people awake and more realistic.
Not going to work, but actually feeling relaxed and bored, strolling on the street and walking among the crowds.
She walked to the park and sat on a wooden chair, enjoying the cool breeze. She didn't want to go back to the apartment alone. It was not her home. Since when did she start to be afraid of being alone? When did she start to be afraid of being alone?
Her lonely heart began to want to rely on. Since when did her smile only show her face for someone.
The sky was getting dark, and it was already night. She stood up, and the numbness in her calves made her face wrinkle. She walked back to the apartment and opened the door. The whole room was still dark. Ling Yanyan did not turn on the light, taking advantage of the darkness.
, walked to the living room, threw the bag on the sofa, and sat on the white shag carpet.
He hasn't come back yet. Is he busy at the company? Or is it something else?
No more! She shouldn't think about him, and she can't think about him! She shook her head, leaned against the sofa weakly, and hugged herself tightly with her arms.