Chapter 262 Only after the lipstick marks are dealt with can you enter the room
"She drank too much." Feng Zhiming put his arms around her waist.
"Then you went to accompany her, why did you come back?" Ling Yanyan turned around and looked at the man in front of her, but there was a sour taste in her heart that could not be erased.
Feng Zhiming held her tightly in his arms, "Yanyan, believe me all your life, the only one I love is you."
Ling Yanyan lightly slapped his back, "You hate it, why are you always like this?" Her heart was still with him, and she couldn't get rid of it. Even if it hurt or hurt, it didn't matter.
"Okay, if you continue to hit her, your hand will be red and swollen." Feng Zhiming held her hand, and her fist fell on him. It didn't hurt at all.
"Are you hungry? Let's go down to eat." Feng Zhiming hugged her and walked downstairs. Looking at a table of cold dishes, the two looked at each other helplessly.
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "Tell me! Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
"It's okay, just heat up the food and you can eat it." Ling Yanyan picked up the food and walked into the kitchen. In fact, she was not very hungry.
However, the two of them sat face to face at the dining table, and Feng Zhiming had finished eating rice all night long. "You didn't have dinner either?" Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming with a look of surprise.
"I'm not full." Feng Zhiming said calmly.
Ling Yanyan served him a bowl of soup, "Why aren't you full?" Is he a fool? He obviously went to have dinner, but he wasn't full.
"Because I just want to eat with you." Feng Zhiming ate happily.
"Sweet words." Ling Yanyan glared at him slightly angrily. She didn't remember putting sugar or honey in tonight's meal.
Feng Zhiming finally put down his chopsticks after eating, "I'm telling the truth."
After dinner, Ling Yanyan was clearing away the dishes, while Feng Zhiming was cutting fruit. Then, the two walked into the room together and sat side by side on the sofa.
"Come on, wife, this is your favorite food." Feng Zhiming picked up the fork, picked up a piece of orange and handed it to her.
Ling Yanyan opened her mouth to eat, but her eyes were still looking at the moonlight outside the window. Although it was already late, she still didn't feel sleepy and just leaned against him quietly.
"Zhi Ming, do you feel bad that I'm busy at work?" Ling Yanyan put her hands around his waist and asked calmly.
Although he arranged this for her, it was also to realize her little dream and hobby.
"Don't you want to do it?" Feng Zhiming looked at her. It was because he knew how much effort and effort Ling Yanyan had put in that he should support her even more.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No, I just think that I should spend more time with you, Yiyi and Chenchen."
"Silly Yanyan, if you don't want to do it, just keep doing it. Don't think too much about anything else." Feng Zhiming picked up Ling Yanyan, and Ling Yanyan, who was leaning on his shoulder, saw a streak of lipstick on his clothes.
print.
"Wait a minute, what is this?" Ling Yanyan tugged at his clothes.
Feng Zhiming put her down and took off the casual clothes he was wearing. A dazzling lipstick mark came into his eyes.
"You and her?" Ling Yanyan glared at him.
"No! Don't think about it." Feng Zhiming frowned and looked at the lipstick mark.
Ling Yanyan held the piece of clothing and said, "Don't think too much. Then tell me, what's going on with this lipstick mark? Did the lipstick mark fly to your clothes by itself?" Damn it! It's even stained on your clothes.
I applied lipstick and it was stained, but I still said it wasn’t there.
"Maybe Nina was drunk and accidentally got it on." Feng Zhiming didn't know where the lipstick mark came from.
"Then you deal with this. Otherwise you won't be able to sleep in the room tonight." As soon as Ling Yanyan finished speaking, she lay down on the bed.
Feng Zhiming took the clothes and left the room, then returned to the room a few minutes later.
Ling Yanyan clearly felt a dent in the soft bed, and a long arm wrapped around her waist.
"Why are you back so soon?" Ling Yanyan turned her back to him.
Feng Zhiming's hands untied the nightgown belt around his waist, "Because I took care of that dress."
Ling Yanyan pulled away his restless hand, turned around and looked at him, "How to deal with it? Have you washed everything?"
"No need to go to such trouble, I just cut off the clothes with scissors and threw them into the trash can. In this way, isn't it done?" Feng Zhiming said easily, but his big hands had already been removed from Ling Yanyan's body.
pink silk pajamas.
"You..." As soon as Ling Yanyan opened her mouth, Feng Zhiming kissed her hard and blocked her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, "Daddy, Mommy," the knock on the door was a little urgent, and it sounded like crying.
"Okay, hurry up and open the door." Ling Yanyan pushed Feng Zhiming away, took her pajamas and put them on again.
Feng Zhiming got out of bed, put on his nightgown, and walked to open the door, "Daddy, I have a nightmare. I want to sleep with Daddy and Mommy." Yiyi hugged Feng Zhiming's legs.
"Yiyi, go find your grandparents and sleep with them." Feng Zhiming hugged his daughter and said to her.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Daddy, my grandpa and grandma took Chenchen out and are not at home." Yiyi continued to cry, with two lines of tears sliding down her face.
Ling Yanyan got out of bed and walked over, "Yiyi, be good, don't cry, mommy hugs you." She took her daughter and walked into the bedroom.
Feng Zhiming followed helplessly.
"Mommy, Yiyi had a terrible dream." Yiyi leaned in Ling Yanyan's arms, the tears she had just wiped flowing out again.
"Then Yiyi, tell mommy, what nightmares did Yiyi have?" Ling Yanyan's hand patted her daughter's back.
Yiyi wiped her tears with her little hand, "Mommy, I dreamed that the bad aunt took Daddy away."
As soon as Yiyi said her words, Ling Yanyan was slightly startled, and then she smiled faintly, "Yiyi, no, look, aren't daddy and mommy very good? Besides, dreams can't be true.
Yes, Yiyi, don’t be afraid, sleep well.”
Not long after, Yiyi fell asleep. Ling Yanyan gently put her daughter on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Then, he got out of bed, walked to the sofa and sat down, "What's wrong? You're not sleeping yet?"
Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan, "Are you letting Yiyi sleep here again at night?"
"What should we do? Our parents are not at home either. Yiyi was crying so hard just now. Should we let her sleep alone?" Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming up and said, "Go to sleep!"
"I want to sleep with you in my arms." Feng Zhiming put his arm around her waist.
"No, what should I do if Yiyi falls down next to her? Don't worry, Yiyi is very honest when sleeping and won't kick around." Ling Yanyan reassured him, not to mention, it was not the first time that Yiyi slept in their room.
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "It's better if you sleep next to me."
"Okay, Yiyi is already asleep. If you wake up Yiyi again, don't sleep at night." Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming away and walked to the other side of the bed to lie down.
Feng Zhiming lay down on the bed unhappily, looked at Yiyi lying in the middle of the bed, and turned off the lights in the room. The moonlight penetrated under the gauze, casting a faint light, illuminating the entire room.