Fu Nina was eating a delicious meal in the restaurant, "Brother Zhiming, don't you want to eat it? It's delicious!" She raised her head and said to Feng Zhiming, who was sitting opposite.
"I've already eaten, you eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Feng Zhiming shook his head helplessly, took a tissue, and gently wiped the sauce on the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah," Fu Nina smiled and nodded.
"You were the same ten years ago as you are now. Except that you have grown taller and older, the way you eat has not changed at all." Feng Zhiming picked up the vegetables for her.
After Fu Nina had dinner, Feng Zhiming drove her back to the hotel and then drove back to the villa.
After Ling Yanyan coaxed her son to sleep, she walked back to the bedroom and looked at the time. It was already getting late. Why hasn't he come back yet? The evening entertainment seemed to take a long time!
Sitting down on the sofa, Yang Yunfang walked in at this time, "Yanyan, haven't you rested yet?"
"Mom, come in and sit down." Ling Yanyan stood up and greeted her.
"You should rest early. I see that you don't look very good today. Is it hard to go to work again?" Yang Yunfang asked her.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It's okay, Mom, it's not hard at all. The main thing is that I have to prepare for the fashion show next month, so I will be a little busier. I will get better after waiting." She didn't want Yang Yunfang to let her down.
Too worried.
"Okay, go and have a rest. Yiyi and Chenchen will be watched by me and your dad, so don't worry. I don't know when Zhiming will come back. Has he been coming back late recently?" Yang Yunfang always feels that he has been a little a little bit lately.
Strangely, Feng Zhiming has been coming back relatively late since Fu Nina stayed at the hotel.
"Zhi Ming has a party tonight, so he should be late." Although Ling Yanyan said this, she still felt an inexplicable weird feeling.
As soon as he finished speaking, two car lights flashed into the villa, "It should be Zhi Ming who is back."
"Okay, then I'll go down and take a look." Ling Yanyan walked downstairs.
Feng Zhiming walked into the living room, threw his suit jacket on the sofa, and pulled his tie.
"You haven't slept yet?" Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan and pulled her into his arms, "Are you waiting for me to come back? Wife."
"I didn't! If you don't come back one night, will I wait for you all night?" Ling Yanyan refused to admit it. She was obviously waiting for him, but she saw him, but she didn't admit it.
Feng Zhiming smiled, "Am I back now?"
"Okay, stop making trouble, hurry up and go upstairs!" Ling Yanyan slapped his big hand away, walked to the sofa, picked up his suit jacket, picked up his briefcase, and walked straight to the second floor.
Feng Zhiming took a shower and walked out of the bathroom. He saw Ling Yanyan still sitting in front of the dressing table, "What are you thinking about?"
Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at his dripping hair, "Nothing." She took the towel, stood on tiptoes, and wiped his hair until the hair was almost dry, then hung the towel on the hanger.
A lavender patterned silk quilt covered the two of them. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling had been turned off, leaving only the warm light on the bedside.
"Next time, I have a social event, so don't wait for me. You should rest early." Feng Zhiming looked at the tiredness on Ling Yanyan's face and gently touched her face.
"Yeah," Ling Yanyan nodded, her energy that she had mustered up could no longer resist the waves of sleepiness.
Feng Zhiming hugged her and let her lean against his chest. He listened to her little voice and smiled lightly.
The sky had already lighted up, but Ling Yanyan was still asleep. Feng Zhiming was sitting downstairs, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, while Yiyi, who was sitting opposite, was eating bread and drinking milk.
"Daddy, isn't mommy here for dinner?"
"Yiyi wants to find mommy?" Feng Zhiming put down the newspaper and looked at his daughter opposite.
"Well," Yiyi nodded, "Mommy said she was going to take Yiyi to school today. But we are almost late for school, why hasn't Mommy come yet?" She had been waiting since she got up, and when it was almost time to eat,
I haven't seen Ling Yanyan come downstairs yet.
Feng Zhiming looked at the time and said, "Yiyi, let grandma take you to school today, okay?"
"What about mommy?" Yiyi pouted and asked.
"Mommy has to go to work later. I'll ask her to take you there another day. Be good!" After Feng Zhiming finished speaking, he walked to his daughter's side and touched her head.
Yiyi slid off the chair, "Okay, I understand. Mommy must be too tired from work, so she wants to sleep more. Grandma, please send me to school!" As she said that, she walked to the living room and picked up her schoolbag.
Feng Zhiming watched his daughter get into the car, and the driver took them out of the company before heading to the second floor.
The heavy curtains blocked the light outside. I walked to the window and opened the curtains. A ray of sunlight poured into the room, with only a thin gauze curtain.
Feng Zhiming walked to the bedside, kissed her forehead with his lips, moved to the tip of her nose, and then covered her sexy lips.
"Well." Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and saw the handsome face close at hand, "Good morning!"
"Honey, it's getting late, why don't you get up?" Feng Zhiming asked softly.
Ling Yanyan moved her body, "Is it very late?"
"Well, now it's time to get up, have breakfast, and go to work." Feng Zhiming knew how to calculate time.
"Is it so late?" Ling Yanyan continued to close her eyes as if she hadn't woken up yet.
Feng Zhiming looked at her, "Honey, it's getting late. If you don't get up, you'll be late for work."
"Yeah." Although he said yes, he still closed his eyes and didn't move.
Ling Yanyan got up nearly half an hour late. She didn't even have time to eat breakfast, so she hurriedly asked Feng Zhiming to drive her to the company.
When the car parked downstairs of the company, it was already ten o'clock. "Oh my God, it's so late." Ling Yanyan looked at the time and frowned.
"Okay, come up quickly! Didn't you say there was a meeting in the morning?" Feng Zhiming leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Let others see it." Ling Yanyan's fair face was stained with a layer of blush.
Feng Zhiming chuckled softly, "Honey, don't worry, even if they didn't see it, they would still be thinking that their Mr. Ling was late. It must have been too sweet last night." He just wanted her to sleep a little longer.
, but unexpectedly, she stayed in bed for too long.
"I will definitely get up early next time." After Ling Yanyan finished speaking, she got out of the car and walked to the company building.
Feng Zhiming watched her walk into the automatic gate, then turned the car and left.
As soon as Ling Yanyan walked into the office, all the new employees who had come to report today were already waiting in the conference room.
Among the ten new recruits, eight are catwalk models prepared for next month's fashion show, while Fu Nina and one of the girls are mainly graphic models.
In the study hall on the sixth floor, a professional teacher guided their every move and every look.
Ling Yanyan watched carefully, nodding and smiling from time to time, then walked out of the study hall and returned to the office.