Ling Yanyan was sitting in the office, flipping through a magazine boredly, when the phone on Feng Zhiming's desk rang, "President, the old lady on line 2 is calling."
"I know." Feng Zhiming pressed the No. 2 button, "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Zhiming, is Yanyan in the company? Her mobile phone is turned off." Yang Yunfang's tone was anxious and worried.
Feng Zhiming raised his head and looked at Ling Yanyan sitting on the sofa, "She is here, what happened?"
"Is Yanyan okay? I went to the garage and saw that a large piece of paint was scratched off Yanyan's car. It seemed like a car accident. Is she not injured?" Yang Yunfang saw that the red car was scratched like this. Really
I was shocked.
"What? I understand." Feng Zhiming hung up the phone, stood up, walked over to Ling Yanyan, and pulled her up.
Ling Yanyan was frightened by his sudden behavior. "What's wrong?"
"Did your car crash?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and asked.
"I just accidentally touched Lu Dao." Ling Yanyan originally wanted to hide it from him, but she didn't expect him to know it so quickly.
Feng Zhiming looked from head to toe, "I'm fine." I should have known he would be so worried.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Feng Zhiming was slightly angry. Did she want to not tell him anything?
Ling Yanyan put her arm around his waist, "I'm not injured. There's no need to make such a fuss."
"I want to check." Feng Zhiming started to unzip her dress.
"Hey, you..." Ling Yanyan held his hand, "This is the office."
"So what? No one will come in." Feng Zhiming made sure to confirm whether there was any injury on her body.
Ling Yanyan stepped away, "Didn't you see it in the morning?" She blushed with embarrassment. He had stripped her naked, eaten her, and wiped her clean just that morning, and now he was in the office to check whether she was injured.
Feng Zhiming crossed his arms and looked at her, "That's not okay!" He came to do some errands in the morning, but he noticed that she was injured somewhere?
"You hate it!" Ling Yanyan saw him approaching and backed away, but accidentally bumped into the coffee table next to the sofa. Feng Zhiming reached out to hold her, and both of them fell into the sofa.
At this time, the door of the office was opened. Fu Nina stood at the door and looked at the ambiguous posture of the two. She felt displeased in her heart, but a smile appeared on her face, "I didn't mean it."
Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan stood up from the sofa and asked, "Why are you here?" Feng Zhiming didn't seem to welcome her arrival.
"Can't I come? Is it because I disturb you?" Fu Nina walked in, and Ling Yanyan looked at her, "It doesn't matter, we are fine."
Why did she come? Did she just come to find Feng Zhiming?
Fu Nina looked at Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan's intimate appearance, which only added to her unhappiness. She originally thought that she showed up to watch a show. She thought that when the photo appeared, whether it was Ling Yanyan who saw it or
Feng Zhiming would cause an uproar when she saw it. What she didn't expect the most was that the two of them were still so close. She found fragments of the photo in the trash can nearby. Her little hands were clenched into fists, and her long nails were dug in.
Got into the meat.
Ling Yanyan did not ignore any of Fu Nina's actions. She originally thought that the photo was sent by Ji Yunjun, but he did not do this little trick behind the scenes. He dared to drug her and let her stay in a hotel for one night.
It was necessary to send such a photo, and now she was sure that this photo was sent by Fu Nina. Had she been following her behind her and taking such a photo just to make Feng Zhiming misunderstand her?
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Zhiming didn't know when he started, but he was already standing next to her, reaching out and stroking her black hair.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It's nothing."
"Sister-in-law, aren't you unhappy that I'm here? I rarely have time today!" Fu Nina also walked to the sofa and sat down.
Ling Yanyan just smiled.
Fu Nina originally just wanted to confirm the relationship between Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan. Now, the two of them act like nothing happened, so there is no need for her to stay here, no matter what.
In this way, she always has a way to get Feng Zhiming.
Originally, Ling Yanyan had been preparing to stay in the company all day, but just after lunch time, Yang Yunfang called and said that Chenchen had a fever, so Ling Yanyan hurried back to the villa.
"Mom, how is Chenchen?" As soon as Ling Yanyan entered the living room, she saw Yang Yunfang sending the family doctor downstairs.
"Fortunately, it's not serious. Doctor Chen, thank you. Mom Zhang, send Doctor Chen out." Although Yang Yunfang said it was not serious to Ling Yanyan, her face was still full of worry.
Ling Yanyan went upstairs and walked into her son's room. She saw that his little face was a little red, probably because of the fever. As soon as he saw Ling Yanyan come in, he opened his arms and shouted for a hug.
He held Chenchen in his arms and caressed his face, "Chenchen, mommy is here, be good."
Ling Yanyan coaxed him for a long time before he fell asleep, but his small hands were still holding the clothes around Ling Yanyan's waist. He woke up with a slight movement. There was no way, Ling Yanyan could only keep holding him like this.
Yang Yunfang walked upstairs, "Chenchen has always been in good health. I don't know what happened, but he suddenly got a fever." She also had a worried look on her face, so she hurriedly called Ling Yanyan to come back.
"Mom, it's okay. Didn't the doctor say it's not serious? Don't worry too much. You can go and have a rest. I'll take Chenchen with you." Ling Yanyan said to Yang Yunfang with a smile.
The whole afternoon, Ling Yanyan hugged Chenchen.
Feng Zhiming was worried about his wife and son, so he was about to leave the company as soon as the off-duty time came. Just as he picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair, the iPhone on the table rang. There was no name displayed on it, but there was still a familiar number.
,"Hello."
"Hello, President Feng!" Ji Yunjun's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Listening to his voice, Feng Zhiming's anger, which had subsided, rose again, "Why are you calling me for a reason? If nothing happens, I will hang up."
"How about we meet?" Ji Yunjun smiled lightly, but when he didn't get a response from the other end of the phone, "Feng Zhiming, you don't dare to meet me, do you?"
"Okay! Where?" Feng Zhiming faced Ji Yunjun's provocation and of course nodded in agreement.
Feng Zhiming drove to the agreed place, which was a luxurious high-end club. After parking the car in the garage, he walked into a private room, where Ji Yunjun was already sitting.
"President Feng, I didn't expect you to come here so quickly." Ji Yunjun put out the cigarette in his hand and smiled kindly at him.
Feng Zhiming didn't buy his account and sat down on the sofa opposite, "What do you want from me?"
"No rush, let's have a drink first!" After saying that, he pointed to the wine glass in front of him, "Don't worry, I won't be so despicable as to poison the wine."
Feng Zhiming picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.