Chapter 250 Remember to lock the door next time and don’t teach my granddaughter badly
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Yanyan. Just go back first!"
"Okay, Yanyan, you have a good rest, I'll prepare some food for you." After Yang Yunfang finished explaining, she and Feng Zhihao left the ward.
Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming, "Mom seems to be very happy." She could see the unconcealable smile on Yang Yunfang's face.
"That's because you gave birth to a grandson." Feng Zhiming stroked her face gently. Although her face was a little pale, he could see the happiness on Yanyan's face.
In order to recuperate Ling Yanyan's body, Yang Yunfang insisted that Ling Yanyan and Feng Zhiming live back in the villa.
Ling Yanyan was lying on the bed, and Feng Zhiming opened the door and walked in, handing her a piece of paper. Looking at it, there were only a few simple words on it, "I'm leaving, I wish you happiness."
Since the day Ling Yanyan gave birth, Wang Xueyi left, leaving only this piece of paper. "Has she figured it out?" Ling Yanyan sighed slightly.
"She took Sissi away." Feng Zhiming sat down by the bed and said lightly.
Ling Yanyan approached Feng Zhiming's arms, "She will also be happy."
For nearly half a year, Ling Yanyan almost stayed in the villa, and the children did not need her to take care of them.
Yang Yunfang was playing with her precious grandson in the living room downstairs. The whole living room was filled with various toys.
"Ouch, my baby, you can't put this in your mouth." Yang Yunfang snatched the toy tightly held in her chubby little hands.
But the little man was not happy anymore and started to cry loudly, "Chenchen, be good, grandma will give you delicious food." Yang Yunfang doted on this precious grandson.
Feng Zhiming saw this scene as soon as he came in. His precious son was always tormenting his grandma. He walked up to the second floor and saw Ling Yanyan sitting on my sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Zhiming put down the briefcase in his hand and sat down next to her.
"You're back!" Ling Yanyan smiled lightly at him.
Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan into his arms, "Our precious son is crying downstairs!"
"I know, I went downstairs, and mom said she could just take her and let me come up to rest. In fact, I've rested long enough, right?" Ling Yanyan raised her head and asked him.
"What do you want to say?" Feng Zhiming could tell from her eyes that she had something to say.
Ling Yanyan wrapped her slender arms around his neck and sat on his lap, "I want to go to work, is that okay?"
"Okay! Continue to be my assistant." Feng Zhiming put his hands around her slender waist, not at all like he had given birth to two children.
"But, I..." Ling Yanyan hesitated.
Feng Zhiming looked at the woman standing close to him. Under the silk pajamas, her breasts were looming full, and the hand on her waist tightened unconsciously.
"I want to go out and work by myself, okay?" Ling Yanyan approached him, her fragrant breath lingering in front of him.
Her pink red lips pressed against the corners of his lips, giving him a light kiss.
Feng Zhiming's big hand clasped the back of her head tightly, making it impossible for her to escape. His sexy thin lips covered hers, from a shallow kiss to a lingering deep kiss.
"Well..." Ling Yanyan felt a chill on her body, and her pajamas had already been halfway down to her waist.
"No! Mom will come up later." Her only consciousness made her refuse.
Feng Zhiming looked at her, "You were the one who seduced me first just now." She deliberately wore sexy low-cut pajamas and took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. She underestimated her allure to him.
"I didn't!" How could she be tempted? She was just trying to get him to agree to go out to work and act coquettishly.
Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked towards the big bed beside her. The two of them fell down on the soft big bed. They took off their clothes, and his strong body covered her soft body, tightly.
The whole room was filled with the sound of men's heavy breathing and women's moans.
After the pleasure, Ling Yanyan lay tiredly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Mommy, grandma said it's time to eat." Yiyi's small figure appeared at the door of the room, and Feng Zhiming quickly pulled the quilt to cover the naked bodies of the two of them.
Yiyi stood beside the bed, "Daddy, Mommy, you haven't eaten yet, why are you sleeping?"
As soon as Yang Yunfang entered the room, she saw the two people hugging each other on the bed, "Yiyi, let's go, grandma will take you to dinner." She took Yiyi's hand and turned around, glaring at the person on the bed, "Next time, remember to open the door.
Lock it up and it will teach my granddaughter a bad lesson."
Ling Yanyan turned around and said, "I can go to work tomorrow, right?" She put her little hand on his chest and looked up at Feng Zhiming.
"Have you found a job?" Feng Zhiming asked, resting his head on his arms.
"Well, Yu Xin asked me to go over and help her, so I..." Ling Yanyan said to him, and stopped talking when she saw Feng Zhiming's gloomy face.
Feng Zhiming sat up and said, "I knew it was Yu Xin. She just needs to open a studio. Again, it has been more than half a year and she has entered the track. What should I do with you now!"
"I'm just going to help her. If I'm not busy, I'll stay at home." Ling Yanyan promised, but who knows if this will happen often when she's not busy?
Feng Zhiming finally nodded in agreement, and Ling Yanyan started her daily work.
Ling Yanyan faced the computer, the mouse kept moving, and a design draft slid across the screen.
"Yanyan, go back quickly, it's almost time to get off work." Qiu Yuxin said to Ling Yanyan.
"Well, okay. Got it, you can go back first! I'll just tidy up this place." Ling Yanyan just raised her head and waved to Qiu Yuxin, then lowered her head to work.
With his eyes fixed on the screen, he didn't even notice that the phone beside him was vibrating.
Feng Zhiming looked at his phone. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. He didn't answer the call. Where had he gone? He walked out of the villa, got in the car, and drove away. Half an hour later, he stopped in front of an office building.
, looking at the office on the sixth floor with the lights still on, I got out of the car helplessly.
He walked into Ling Yanyan's office and took her hand, "Ah..." Ling Yanyan screamed intuitively before she could react.
"Ling Yanyan! What do you want?" Feng Zhiming yelled at her. Look how tired she is.
"Zhi Ming, why are you here?" Ling Yanyan looked at the angry Feng Zhiming, but she still didn't realize what was going on.
Feng Zhiming pulled her to the window, "Why am I here? Then tell me, when will you get off work?"
"Five, five o'clock." Ling Yanyan listened to him speaking loudly, and then looked at the dark sky outside the window.
"But, it's almost ten o'clock now." Feng Zhiming took her wrist and asked her to look at the dazzling diamond watch on her wrist.
Ling Yanyan approached him, "I'm sorry, then I'll get off work now."
"Then let's go!" Feng Zhiming felt terrible when she thought about it. She was the only one left in the whole office building, and the door of the company was not closed. What if bad guys came in and she was alone?
"Wait, wait a minute, I haven't saved it yet." Ling Yanyan's mind was still on the computer.
Feng Zhiming let go of her hand unhappily and walked out without looking at her.
Ling Yanyan quickly followed, but just followed him, got into the car, and didn't speak until the car returned to the villa on the beach.
Feng Zhiming took off his suit jacket, threw it on the sofa, and walked into the bathroom.
Ling Yanyan reluctantly picked up the suit jacket, hung it on the hanger, carried his briefcase into the study, and sat on the sofa in the room to wait.