Feng Zhiming only tied a white bath towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. He saw Ling Yanyan leaning on the sofa, her eyes closed tiredly. When she heard the footsteps, Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and looked.
Feng Zhiming wore an expressionless face, and his hair hung slightly wet in front of his forehead. "You have washed it. I will help you dry your hair." Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming over and was about to get the hair dryer, but was pulled away by Feng Zhiming.
He stopped and sat back down, "Zhi Ming, are you still angry?" Ling Yanyan held his arm.
"Can I not be angry? Give me a reason not to be angry!" Feng Zhiming glared at her. It seemed that she still didn't know what was wrong?
Ling Yanyan lowered her head slightly, "I didn't mean it." She just lost track of time.
"Then tell me, how many days have you been back on time since you went to Yu Xin's studio?" Feng Zhiming could count it with his fingers.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head and remained silent. She almost never got off work on time, but she was really like this because she was so busy that she forgot the time.
"You have nothing to say?" Feng Zhiming looked at her. This damn woman drags her tired body back every day and falls asleep as soon as she goes to bed. How long has it been since she was gentle?
"I'm sorry! I will come back on time in the future." Ling Yanyan held his hand.
Feng Zhiming met her eyes and said, "No need!"
"Huh?" Ling Yanyan was confused.
"From tomorrow on, don't go to Yu Xin's place." Feng Zhiming made a decision for her.
Ling Yanyan stood up suddenly, "No! I still have so many things to do, how can I not go?"
"You can't object to what I say." Feng Zhiming ignored her shouting. If this continues, her body may not be able to bear it.
"But..." Ling Yanyan looked at the domineering man in front of her, but there was nothing she could do.
Feng Zhiming stood up suddenly, picked up Ling Yanyan, walked to the big bed in the room, and began to tear off her dress.
"No, I haven't washed it yet." Ling Yanyan avoided him.
"It's going to be washed later anyway." Feng Zhiming took off her clothes and leaned down.
Before the kiss fell, an indecent cooing sound sounded, and Feng Zhiming slightly narrowed his narrow eyes.
"I forgot to have dinner." Ling Yanyan looked innocent.
Feng Zhiming reached out and reached for her slender waist, "Ling Yanyan!"
"Don't be so loud, your ears will go deaf!" Ling Yanyan struggled to get up.
"Next time, if you do this again, you'll be right at home and not allowed to go anywhere." Feng Zhiming glared at her with anger on his face.
Ling Yanyan pulled the pajamas aside, "There won't be a next time!" Seeing how angry he was, she didn't have the courage to put on her pajamas.
"Do you want to eat? No, noodles." Ling Yanyan looked at him.
Feng Zhiming accompanied her downstairs and opened the refrigerator. It was almost empty. "Didn't you eat anything at night?" Ling Yanyan took out a handful of vegetables, two eggs, and two poor bags.
instant noodles.
"I have a party tonight and have already eaten." Feng Zhiming frowned displeased. He clearly remembered telling her in the morning that he would be back late if he had a party tonight. It was good for her, he was back, but her shadow was also there.
Haven't come back yet.
"Oh." Ling Yanyan flattened her mouth and started cooking instant noodles.
Feng Zhiming sat across from her, "Except tonight, from now on, you are not allowed to eat this kind of non-nutritious food. You buy it once and I throw it away." Watching her eat instant noodles, they also tasted so good.
"Instant noodles are delicious." Ling Yanyan retorted recklessly.
"I think you're hungry!" Feng Zhiming looked disdainful. He really suspected that Ling Yanyan was just deliberately irritating him.
Ling Yanyan took a sip of the soup and said, "A bit, it's not lunch..." Suddenly she realized that her words had been missed and she quickly shut up.
Feng Zhiming's face became even more ugly.
The warm water washed away the fatigue. Ling Yanyan walked into the bedroom wearing a silk nightgown. She saw Feng Zhiming standing by the window smoking. She walked up, hugged his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his.
His broad back.
"Why do you smoke at night? It's not good for your health." Ling Yanyan said to him.
Feng Zhiming put out his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. "Go to sleep!" He turned around and hugged Ling Yanyan.
"Then tomorrow..." There was only a dim bedside light left in the room.
Feng Zhiming said nothing, but held Ling Yanyan tightly in his arms.
After a long time, she said, "I can afford to support you, and I don't need you to work so hard." The annual income from the entire Feng Enterprise was enough to allow her to live luxuriously for several lifetimes.
"Husband." Ling Yanyan raised her head from his chest and looked at him, "I don't want to be too bored and stay at home. The reason I don't want to join your company is because I won't be able to work at all. I will stand up to the president.
Madam, you know, I can do nothing but sit in the office and be in a daze every day. Design is my major, of course I will do what I can do, and you will support me, right?"
Feng Zhiming pinched the tip of her nose lightly, "If I don't agree, does that mean I'm too unreasonable?"
"Yes, yes!" Ling Yanyan nodded honestly.
After feeling the hand on her waist being tightened, Ling Yanyan smiled sweetly, "I love you too, you are unreasonable!"
"Well, I like hearing this. But love must be expressed with actions." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned over and covered her body, close to the softness of her chest, and untied the nightgown around her waist.
With the lace up, a gentle lingering is going on.
Ling Yanyan was sitting in the office, finishing the design draft, and walked out of the office with the mug. She walked towards the tea room when she heard a sound coming from the bathroom. When she walked into the bathroom, she saw Qiu Yuxin squatting by the toilet and retching.
"Yuxin?"
Qiu Yuxin stood up and said, "Oh, Yanyan."
"Yuxin, are you pregnant?" Ling Yanyan looked surprised.
"Yeah." Qiu Yuxin nodded.
"Does Li Rui know?" Ling Yanyan helped her out of the bathroom.
Qiu Yuxin's face turned gloomy and she shook her head, "I don't know how to tell him." He might not be willing either.
Ling Yanyan was helpless, "You and he have been dragging each other for almost a year, right?"
"But he hasn't changed anything." Qiu Yuxin has made all her efforts, put down everything she owns, and shamelessly moves into Li Rui's apartment. She is no longer a rich lady, but washes clothes and cooks for him every day.
But he still never expressed his feelings. She could understand his love. The two of them didn't say a word about anything other than getting along peacefully every day.
This pregnancy was an accident. She had always taken birth control pills. However, she had been busy with work some time ago and had forgotten to take them. She originally thought it would be fine, but something unexpected happened.
This child came too suddenly.
Ling Yanyan originally thought that she would leave after completing this plan, because she did not want Zhiming to reluctantly agree to her busy work, and he would be even more worried.
But now she's afraid she won't be able to leave.
"Don't you want to talk to him?" Ling Yanyan asked Qiu Yuxin.
"No, it depends on the situation!" Qiu Yuxin shook her head, "Now, I just hope that the child in my belly will be healthy."
No matter what, she is destined to have this child. In today's society, what about illegitimate children?
Ling Yanyan could only look at her with worry on her face.