As soon as the off-duty time came, Feng Zhiming drove to the door of the office building, and Ling Yanyan got into the car with her handbag.
"Why is it so early today?"
"Mom has always asked me to take you to our house for dinner." Feng Zhiming said. After all, it has been almost half a month since I went back.
As the car drove into the villa, Yiyi stood at the door and watched. As soon as the car stopped, her little body ran to the side of the car and said, "Daddy, Mommy!"
Feng Zhiming picked up his daughter and walked into the living room, "Has Yiyi been good lately?"
"Yiyi is very well-behaved, but Chenchen is not well-behaved and always cries!" Yiyi curled her lips.
Ling Yanyan smiled and said, "Chenchen is still young. When Chenchen is as old as Yiyi, he won't cry anymore." Yiyi doesn't know that she also grew up crying, right?
"I'm going to see Chenchen." Ling Yanyan got up and walked to the room on the second floor, where she saw Yang Yunfang teasing her precious grandson, "Mom."
"Yanyan is here. You have been busy at work all day. Let's sit down and rest for a while." Yang Yunfang said to her.
"It's okay with me. I'm not very busy today." Ling Yanyan smiled and walked to the bed.
When Chenchen saw Ling Yanyan, he kept moving his little body, stretched out his chubby little hands towards Ling Yanyan, and kept babbling incomprehensible words.
"Yanyan, look, this child looked like this when he saw his mother coming." Yang Yunfang laughed heartily when she saw Chenchen's enthusiasm.
Ling Yanyan picked up her son and kissed him on his fair and tender face, "Chenchen is so good, do you miss mommy?" Her answer was still Yiyiyaya, but the smile on his face also made her laugh.
It can be seen that he still thinks about it, but the time she spends with him is pitiful. Since she started working, she has not only neglected Feng Zhiming, but also her two children. No wonder Feng Zhiming is so angry.
The whole night, Chenchen clung to Ling Yanyan and wouldn't let anyone hold her at all. No matter who came to hold him, he would cry and make a fuss.
Finally, Ling Yanyan bathed her son and held him until he fell asleep.
Looking at her son's cute sleeping face, Ling Yanyan suddenly felt a little reluctant. She had not taken good care of her son from his birth to now, but his son was still very dependent on her. When all the things were taken care of, she should be at home.
Spend time with my son.
Feng Zhiming walked into the room and saw Ling Yanyan standing beside the crib, in a daze, "Chenchen is asleep?" He lowered his voice to avoid waking up his son who had just fallen asleep.
"Well, I slept soundly!" Ling Yanyan leaned into Feng Zhiming's arms.
"He is tired, look at the way he struggled tonight." Feng Zhiming was afraid that his son would tire his wife.
"Let's go!" Feng Zhiming's hand wrapped around her waist.
Ling Yanyan looked up at him, "I'll stay with him longer!"
Feng Zhiming also agreed. As a result, the company lasted until midnight, so he simply stayed in the villa.
As soon as Ling Yanyan returned to the room, she was hugged into a solid embrace, "Are you not asleep yet?" She deliberately walked in with gentle steps.
"How could I sleep without you here?" Feng Zhiming hugged the person in his arms tighter, "Now, you have to accompany me."
"Aren't you jealous of your son?" Ling Yanyan turned around and looked into his eyes.
Feng Zhiming hugged her and lay on the bed, "I'm not jealous of him." He started to pull off her clothes.
"It's obviously there, but you still don't admit it." Ling Yanyan's struggle was in vain.
"Then my son just follows me and loves to stick to you." Feng Zhiming said the opposite, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
"Okay, stop making trouble, I want to sleep." Ling Yanyan couldn't even open her eyelids.
Feng Zhiming didn't give her a chance to resist. One kiss from him could arouse all her passion. Another night of lingering love.
The morning sun shone warmly into the room. Ling Yanyan was too tired to move at all. Feng Zhiming kissed the tip of her nose gently, "Honey, do you want to get up today?"
"No!" Ling Yanyan continued to nestle into his arms.
"Then you won't let me get up?" Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan's hands tightly wrapped around his waist.
Ling Yanyan murmured, "I'll see you later."
Feng Zhiming didn't have any objections. It didn't matter if he didn't go to the company anyway.
Ling Yanyan was awakened by the ringing of her mobile phone. She stretched out her slender arms from the quilt and took the mobile phone on the bedside table, "Hello."
"Yanyan, are you still sleeping?" Qiu Yuxin still sounded sleepy as she listened to her voice.
"Yeah." Ling Yanyan hummed. After a few seconds, she suddenly woke up and looked at the time. Oh my God, it was ten o'clock.
"Yuxin, I'll be right away." He hung up the phone in a hurry.
When he was about to stand up, he found that his waist was tightly hugged by a strong long arm, "Zhi Ming, it's ten o'clock!"
"I know!" Feng Zhiming opened his eyes with a calm expression.
"I know you didn't call me, I even forgot that a client came over for a meeting this morning." Ling Yanyan quickly changed her clothes.
"Isn't there Yu Xin here?" Feng Zhiming also got up. She wanted to sleep on her own, but now she blamed him for not waking her up. He felt sorry for her.
Ling Yanyan walked into the bathroom and started to wash up, "We can't leave Yu Xin alone now."
"Why?" Feng Zhiming frowned.
"It's nothing." Ling Yanyan finished washing, sat in front of the dressing table, put on light makeup, and picked up her handbag, "Zhiming, I promise you, after a while, I will spend more time with you," she said.
She promised, but her guarantee no longer had any credibility.
Then, her pink lips kissed his handsome face gently, and then he quickly left the room.
Feng Zhiming could only watch her disappearing back helplessly. His wife really needed training. Her husband was always number one. Didn't she know?
When he walked downstairs, he saw Yang Yunfang looking at him in surprise, "What's wrong with Yanyan? Why are you in such a hurry? Did something happen?"
"It's okay, she's busy with work." Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette leisurely.
Yang Yunfang sat down next to him, "Son! How about another precious grandson?"
"Mom! Aren't you busy enough?" Feng Zhiming turned his head and looked at her.
No, she is very busy!
When he thought of Ling Yanyan's pain during childbirth, he decided not to have any more children, not to mention that now that he had a son and a daughter, that was enough.
"No matter how busy I am, I am willing to have my grandson in my arms." Yang Yunfang smiled.
"I really want to hold a baby like this. You and dad will have one by yourself." Feng Zhiming stood up and walked to the second floor.
"This child is no big or small." Yang Yunfang blushed slightly, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Feng Zhihao standing by the door.
"I think Zhiming's proposal is good." Feng Zhihao looked at Yang Yunfang with a smile.
Yang Yunfang stretched out her hand and punched him, "Don't be so immoral. I'll go check on Chenchen."
Feng Zhihao also turned around and followed.
Ling Yanyan was sitting in the living room with her son in her arms. Another month passed in the blink of an eye, and the work in the studio came to an end. She rested at home for two days and just stayed with her son.
Feng Zhiming walked into the living room with his briefcase and saw Ling Yanyan coaxing her son. He sat down next to her, took the son in her arms, put him on the baby chair, and then placed Ling Yanyan in the baby chair.
A kiss on the face seemed to declare to the son with big black eyes beside him that this was his woman.