In the study room on the second floor, Ji Yunjun sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette. "Is there anything important?" he asked the man opposite him calmly.
"Young Master Ji, you are so direct." The man also sat down on another single sofa, "These are the information, you should take a look first!"
Ji Yunjun took the kraft paper file bag, and a stack of photos appeared in front of Ji Yunjun's eyes. Isn't this the photo of him and Ling Yanyan in the restaurant at noon?
"I didn't pay you to take pictures of me." Ji Yunjun's tone was not very good.
"You should look down further." Ji Yunjun continued to scroll down and saw Fu Nina standing outside the restaurant, taking pictures of him and Ling Yanyan with her mobile phone.
"This woman is really not simple." Ji Yunjun pressed down the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.
The man took out another file bag and said, "This is the information about that woman."
Ji Yunjun pulled out the information and looked at it carefully, the corners of his lips rising.
"How is it? Mr. Ji, is this information very useful? Is it worth the money?" The man said bluntly.
"Of course!" Ji Yunjun walked to the desk, took out a checkbook from the drawer, and wrote down the amount of multiple 0's on the check coolly.
"Very good, this is your reward, go ahead! As long as the information you provide is valuable, I won't let you down with this price." Ji Yunjun handed the check to the man opposite.
"Thank you, Mr. Ji, I'll take my leave." The man left the villa.
Ji Yunjun sat on the sofa and put the information back into the portfolio.
The blackout curtains blocked the light outside. Ling Yanyan looked at her sleeping daughter. She didn't sleep well all night last night and had been having nightmares. She was not busy today anyway, so she just lay quietly like this.
, she was afraid, she was afraid that when she went downstairs, Ji Yunjun would appear downstairs again.
The doorbell rang, and Ling Yanyan's heart suddenly seemed to stop. In order to prevent the doorbell from waking her daughter, she still put on her nightgown and walked to open the door.
When the door was opened, she was embraced into a familiar and solid embrace. Ling Yanyan raised her head in disbelief, "Why are you here? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming."
"You are a bad guy, why didn't you tell me when you came?" Ling Yanyan kept beating Feng Zhiming on the back.
Feng Zhiming picked her up by the waist and walked into the entrance hall. He kicked her gently and the door closed automatically.
Ling Yanyan tightly wrapped her hands around Feng Zhiming's neck, for fear of falling, "Why are you here?"
"I miss you." Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat down on the sofa. "It's so late, why are you still sleeping? Did you do something bad last night?" There was displeasure in his tone.
"What did you say?" Ling Yanyan stared at him.
Feng Zhiming chuckled, "Did you miss me?"
"Why do I miss you?" Ling Yanyan would not admit that she missed him. She thought that even in her dreams it was him.
"Don't you want to? Really don't want to? Do you want me?" Feng Zhiming's big hand touched the softness of her chest through a thin layer of fabric.
Ling Yanyan grabbed his big hand and said, "No, Yiyi is sleeping in the room."
Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked into another room, closed the door and locked it.
"Yanyan, you can only be mine, understand?" Feng Zhiming has never been so afraid, afraid of losing her.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Yanyan felt that something was wrong with him today.
Feng Zhiming had already taken off her pajamas, and his thin lips kissed her domineeringly, leaving his mark one by one.
This time, he didn't care whether she could adapt to his presence. As he entered, his size was surrounded by her tightness, constantly rhythmic, and constantly occupying her.
"Zhi Ming, it hurts, please slow down." Ling Yanyan couldn't adapt to his too fast entrance, and her small hands tightly grasped his shoulders.
Feng Zhiming kissed the sweat on her forehead and slowed down his movements to let her get used to his presence.
After all the pleasures, Ling Yanyan lay on his body tiredly, her eyes slightly closed, "Very tired?" Feng Zhiming's big hands were still wandering on her smooth back.
"Hmm." Ling Yanyan was obviously very tired, but she was still able to respond to his teasing.
Feng Zhiming looked at her. He had abandoned everything in his domestic company just for the woman in front of him.
"Zhi Ming, why are you here?" Ling Yanyan was still very surprised by his sudden appearance.
"Didn't I say it? I missed you, so I came to see you." Feng Zhiming said lightly, but Ling Yanyan didn't believe it.
Ling Yanyan suddenly stood up and looked at him, "Did something happen?" And she had no idea how sultry her current posture was, with the softness of her chest pressing against Feng Zhiming's firm chest.
In front of him, he kept rising and falling as he spoke and breathed.
"Yanyan, where are you now?" Feng Zhiming's eyes clearly showed the love of a man.
"I..." Ling Yanyan quickly pulled the quilt over herself.
Feng Zhiming laughed loudly.
"You're still smiling, it's all you!" Ling Yanyan pouted and turned around.
"Then you mean you still want it?" Feng Zhiming hugged her from behind, and the hardness underneath him pressed against her.
"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." Ling Yanyan didn't let him have a chance to succeed.
Feng Zhiming put his hand on her flat belly, "Do you still want to sleep? It's almost noon now."
"Yes, I just want to sleep today." Ling Yanyan closed her eyes slightly and pouted.
"But, your dear husband is hungry. Should I eat you? Or should we go out to eat together?" Feng Zhiming breathed out warm breath and blew it on her white neck.
Ling Yanyan turned around quickly, raised her lips and smiled, "Let's go out to eat!"
She was really confused. She knew that Feng Zhiming usually didn't eat on the plane, and he also flew all night. As a result, they ended up quarreling in bed for so long.
Because she was afraid that Feng Zhiming would be too tired, Ling Yanyan drove Feng Zhiming and Yiyi to a restaurant.
"Daddy, I'm so glad you came!" Yiyi kept pestering Feng Zhiming.
"Really? But, your mommy doesn't seem to be very happy." Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan next to him and saw her frustrated face.
Yiyi looked at Ling Yanyan, "Mommy, aren't you happy that Daddy is here?"
"No, Yiyi, don't listen to daddy's nonsense." Ling Yanyan touched her daughter's head.
"Then why don't you smile?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and gently tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Ling Yanyan slapped his hand away, "I'm sad. You took a flight all night, and you didn't eat. I didn't even pay attention. It's just... I'm an unqualified wife, right?
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"So I'm sad about this. I think you are still my favorite wife." Feng Zhiming smiled and took the opportunity to steal another favor.
"I hate it! This is a restaurant, people will see you." Ling Yanyan turned her head awkwardly and looked around.
Feng Zhiming didn't take it seriously, "So what if I see you? You are my wife, can't I kiss my wife? Yiyi, do you think what dad said is right?" He was so shameless.
Ask your daughter who is only a little older.
"Yes. Daddy is right." Yiyi kept nodding.
Ling Yanyan was really defeated by them, "Okay, hurry up and eat, it's almost cold." As she said that, she picked up the dishes for Feng Zhiming. She turned her head and saw someone sitting on the other side of the restaurant.
The figure sitting there made her worried and frightened.