"Boy! See clearly, she is your wife. You can't just take advantage of her, do you understand?" Feng Zhiming said to his confused son.
In less than three seconds, the sound of Chenchen crying loudly was heard.
Ling Yanyan turned around and glared at Feng Zhiming, "Why are you like this? You scared Chenchen." She picked up her son and coaxed him.
Feng Zhiming leaned on the sofa and looked at the two people on the side, one large and one small. He was really left out.
Frowning displeased, his son stretched out his chubby hand and pulled Feng Zhiming's suit, "Here, you comfort your son! You made him cry." Ling Yanyan stuffed her son into
into the arms of Feng Zhiming.
Chenchen stopped crying and leaned his little face in front of Feng Zhiming. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth and wiped it on his expensive suit. Ling Yanyan beside him smiled happily. Her son looked so much like Zhiming.
, it is simply a smaller version of him.
After the troubled Chenchen fell asleep, Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan back to the room, "I have asked Li Rui to book two tickets, the day after tomorrow." Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan sat down on the sofa.
"Are you going on a business trip?" Ling Yanyan looked at him doubtfully.
"Instead of going on a business trip, go to the United States." Feng Zhiming said lightly.
Ling Yanyan looked at him, "Are you taking me to see my mother?"
"Well, I have returned to New York today." Feng Zhiming knew that Ling Yanyan had always wanted to see Shen Yushu, but Mo Fangming took Shen Yushu to the countryside to recuperate and did not come back until two days ago.
The original plan was not to stay long, but just wanted to see Shen Yushu, so Ling Yanyan brought simple luggage.
"Yanyan, go and say hello to your mother for me this time, and let her come back and see you when she has time." Yang Yunfang specifically explained before they went out.
"I know, Mom, you have worked hard these days to take care of Yiyi and Chenchen." Ling Yanyan knew that this son was really not that easy to take care of.
"It's okay, you can just go and play for a few more days." Yang Yunfang said to them.
Li Rui sent the two of them onto the plane.
More than ten hours later, the plane landed at New York International Airport in the United States.
"Are you tired?" Feng Zhiming asked Ling Yanyan in his arms.
"Not tired." Ling Yanyan was full of expectations now, and she never fell asleep on the plane.
They had just walked out of the airport exit when they saw Mo Fangming and Shen Yushu standing at the exit.
"Mom." Ling Yanyan trotted towards Shen Yushu, "Why are you here?"
"She, as soon as she heard that you were coming, she insisted on coming to pick you up, and there was nothing you could do to stop her." Mo Fangming said from the side.
Shen Yushu looked at Ling Yanyan, "Why are you still so thin? You're not fat at all."
"This is good." Ling Yanyan walked out of the airport holding Shen Yushu.
Feng Zhiming and Mo Fangming followed behind.
In the Mo family villa, Ling Yanyan looked at Shen Yushu's rosy face and said, "Mom, are you feeling well?"
"Well, everything is fine. I am very healthy now." Shen Yushu never thought that she would go around the gate of hell and come back again.
"Uncle took good care of her." Ling Yanyan said with a smile. Mo Fangming's love and care for Shen Yushu was better than anything else.
At this time, Mo Fangming came over and said, "Okay, let's talk about anything tomorrow. Yanyan is tired after flying for so long, so let her rest early."
It seems that the two of them are not done talking once they start talking.
"Oh, yes, let's go up and rest first." Shen Yushu sent her upstairs.
Ling Yanyan stood in front of the window, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window. This was a different scene.
"Aren't you sleepy yet?" Feng Zhiming walked out of the bathroom and saw Ling Yanyan standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Ling Yanyan put her arms around his waist and said, "Zhi Ming."
"Huh?" Feng Zhiming smelled the fragrance of her hair.
"Thank you." Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.
Feng Zhiming rubbed her long hair, "What's going on? Huh?"
"Thank you for loving me, thank you for giving me happiness." Ling Yanyan stood on tiptoes and gave her a kiss.
The hazy moonlight accompanied her affection, and the passionate love was unfolding at this moment.
Ling Yanyan accompanies Shen Yushu every day, just to walk around the city and see the different bustle. New York is also a fashionable city. For designers like Ling Yanyan, it is definitely a major attraction. Of course,
I went to many fashion shows.
"Yanyan, don't you plan to be in the clothing industry now?" Shen Yushu also knew that Ling Yanyan had given up everything in France.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No, career is not that important. I want to spend more time with Zhi Ming and my children." The most important thing in her life is her family.
Although she also had design drawings, they were all amateur and she had not published them, nor had she made any more sample clothes.
Shen Yushu nodded, "Yes! Some things may not really be that important. Mom is really relieved to see you so happy and Zhi Ming loves you so much. In the past, I really missed too much.
I almost missed it for the rest of my life." As he spoke, he suddenly became sad.
"Mom, isn't it great now? In the future, you can go back to China to see your granddaughter and grandson when you have time." Ling Yanyan comforted her. The past is no longer important. What she faces now is the present.
and the future.
Shen Yushu wiped away her tears, "Yeah, okay, I haven't seen Yiyi for a long time, and I haven't seen Chenchen since she was born."
"When the time comes, you go with Uncle Mo. In a few months, Chenchen will be a week old." Ling Yanyan said to her.
Shen Yushu nodded, "Well, I will definitely go."
Feng Zhiming was sitting in the living room, waiting for the mother and daughter upstairs to say goodbye. The original plan was to stay here for only three days, but now it has been a week.
Ling Yanyan came downstairs, her eyes slightly red, "Let's go! Uncle, we are going back. I will take my mother back to visit the country when I have time."
"Okay, I'll ask the driver to take you to the airport. Don't delay the flight." Mo Fangming said to them.
In order not to feel sad, I simply didn’t send him off to the airport.
Ling Yanyan leaned in Feng Zhiming's arms without saying a word.
Entering the airport lobby, Ling Yanyan kept looking out the window, "What's wrong? Don't want to leave?" Feng Zhiming put his arm around her waist.
Ling Yanyan shook her head.
Feng Zhiming looked at her helplessly, even though he was in a fuzzy state, he still refused to admit it.
After getting on the plane, Ling Yanyan realized, "Aren't we going back to China?" But why is it still an international flight?
"Who told you that you were going back to China?" Feng Zhiming watched Ling Yanyan finally come back to her senses, lazily leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the confused look on her face.
He didn't say it. But he didn't say where he was going, either?
"Get some sleep! You have to sit there for a few hours this time." Feng Zhiming stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms.
Ling Yanyan didn't say anything else. It didn't matter where she went with him.
The plane landed at the airport a few hours later.