Feng Zhiming smoothed her hair, "Well, my wife is still the most important, not only in this life, the next life, the next life, and the next..."
"You are so greedy!" Ling Yanyan laughed out loud.
"Am I greedy? Because of you, no matter how greedy I am, it's not enough!" Feng Zhiming looked at her pale and bloodless cheeks and felt sorry for her.
Ling Yanyan was tired of being in his arms and refused to let go, "Zhi Ming, just hug me more today, okay?"
"Okay, my arms are only reserved for you." Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat on the sofa, looking at the darkening night outside the window.
Ling Yanyan leaned against his chest and smelled his unique scent. She was really reluctant to let go. But now, even though she was very reluctant to let go, she still decided not to put any burden or pressure on him.
She left her heart and her soul behind. She only took away her body, just to give him the original peace. But, without her, would he be happy? Without her, he would be
Nothing happened?
Ling Yanyan really couldn't imagine it, but now she must keep the Feng Family, and the only person who can make the Feng Family exist is herself.
After dinner, Feng Zhiming walked into the bathroom. Ling Yanyan was sitting on the sofa. The phone screen next to her lit up. She reached out and picked up the phone. It was a text message from Li Rui, "President, I will meet with the manager of xx bank tomorrow."
When we meet to discuss financing, he asked you to come forward in person, I have agreed, and the time is set at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Ling Yanyan put the phone back to its original place. This text message from Li Rui made Ling Yanyan even more worried. Is there still no way to solve the company's financial problems?
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Zhiming walked out with only a bath towel on his lower body and sat down next to Ling Yanyan, "Yanyan, when I am with you, I won't allow you to think about anything else. Do you understand?
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"Okay, I understand, husband." Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, "Husband, you smell so good."
The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the faint smell of perfume was his unique smell, a smell she would never forget.
"What? Did you eat sweets at night?" Feng Zhiming smiled lightly.
"No, I don't like eating sweets, I prefer here..." Ling Yanyan raised her head and kissed his thin lips, like a dragonfly touching water.
Feng Zhiming clasped her slender waist, "Is this enough? I allow you to have as much as you want." The four lips touched each other, Ling Yanyan was still passive, being dominated by Feng Zhiming.
A lingering kiss stopped when the two of them were breathless, "Yanyan, you should know how much I love you." Feng Zhiming buried his face in her hair, and only she could smell such a sweet and fragrant smell.
Give.
"I love you too." Although I am reluctant to let you go, I still love you, and I will only love you deeply until I grow old and die.
Ling Yanyan's delicate kisses fell like raindrops, kissing his lips, moving down to his solid chest, and kissed him actively for the first time.
Feng Zhiming's whole body trembled. Her kiss had already aroused the man's desire. "Yanyan." Her voice was slightly hoarse.
"Zhi Ming, can you please have me?" Ling Yanyan raised her head, her eyes filled with water, blurring her eyes.
How could he not want her? All along, the only person he wanted was her!
"Yanyan, are you sure you want to be here?" Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly in front of him, and the two of them sat so intimately and ambiguously on the huge single sofa.
Ling Yanyan reached out and untied the belt around her waist. Her silk pajamas slipped off her smooth skin and fell on the carpet. Her soft body pressed against the man's solid body. The kiss was lingering, burning the two of them.
Heart, every scene is lingering, ambiguous, entangled, and makes everything happy.
In the early morning, the sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
"Hmm..." The person on the bed groaned, only to find that a long, strong arm was firmly locked around her waist.
"Honey, are you awake?" Feng Zhiming asked in her ear.
Ling Yanyan struggled to open her eyes, "Yeah." Within three seconds, she closed her eyes again, "Sleep for a while." She buried her face in his chest and continued to fall asleep.
Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt and covered the two of them. Looking at her sleeping face, the smile on his lips deepened.
It was past nine o'clock in the morning, and Feng Zhiming was still lying lazily on the bed. A text message came in, and he opened it and saw that it was from Li Rui, reminding him of what happened in the morning.
Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed Ling Yanyan's lips, then got up and got out of bed and put on a dark suit, "Honey, I'm going out. I'll be back with you in the afternoon."
"Yeah." Ling Yanyan responded in a daze, not sure if she heard what he said clearly.
Feng Zhiming returned to the villa after lunch time, but Ling Yanyan was still in the room.
"Why are you back?" Ling Yanyan, who had just come out of the bathroom, was startled by Feng Zhiming sitting on the sofa.
"Do you need to be so surprised when I come back? Or have you done something bad?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ling Yanyan, who was only wearing a silk suspender skirt.
Ling Yanyan wiped her wet long hair and sat down in front of the dressing table. Was he worried about her, so he put aside his work at the company and came back to be with her? He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.
She should stay with him these two days.
"Do you really want to accompany me today?" Ling Yanyan walked to him and sat down, looking at him with a sweet smile.
"Yes." Feng Zhiming took the towel in her hand and wiped her long hair without seeming to be gentle.
"Mr. Husband, can you be gentler? It hurts." Ling Yanyan protested dissatisfied.
Feng Zhiming softened the movements of his hands, "Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you. If you don't want to go out, we can just do whatever we want in the room."
"No! Let's just go outside for a walk." Ling Yanyan put her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
Feng Zhiming brought a hair dryer and dried her hair, "Okay, hurry up and change clothes if you want to go out."
Ling Yanyan put on a light pink dress and walked along the riverside intimately, holding Feng Zhiming's arm. It was not a weekend, and there were not many people. "If you want to come to the riverside, why didn't you tell me earlier? Isn't it cold?"
The wind blew and raised her long hair. Feng Zhiming took off his suit and put it on her body.
"Leng, hug me!" Ling Yanyan raised her head, looked at him, and put her hands around his waist.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Feng Zhiming chuckled and hugged her tightly.
Ling Yanyan pouted and said, "You can just guess it. Why do you have to say it out loud?" She reached out and hit him in displeasure.
Feng Zhiming cooperated with her and cried out in pain, "Honey, my husband is also used for pain."
"I love you so much!" Ling Yanyan touched his heart with her small hand. Suddenly her phone rang. She took out her phone and pressed the hang up button.
"Why didn't you answer?" Feng Zhiming did not ignore her panic.
Ling Yanyan raised the corner of her mouth, "It's nothing! It's not an important call anyway. I just want to spend time with you today."
Feng Zhiming hugged her and walked a few steps, "Zhiming, I'm thirsty. Go buy me something to drink, okay?"
"Okay. Then sit here and wait for me." Feng Zhiming pulled up her suit jacket for her, and then walked to the convenience store not far away.