"Sister Yanyan, you are so beautiful today. It seems that Master Ji is really nice to you!" Fu Nina sat down on another single sofa and winked at Ji Yunjun.
Ji Yunjun stood up and said, "You guys talk, I'll go over there."
After he left, the expression on Ling Yanyan's face was still light, "You just want to say hello to me, right?"
"Sister Yanyan, why do you say that?" Fu Nina pouted unhappily.
"If you want to show off your relationship with Zhi Ming to me, I'm sorry, I won't care." Ling Yanyan said hard, and she would not let Fu Nina see the fragility of her heart.
Fu Nina shook her head, "No, Sister Yanyan, I'm really happy to see that Mr. Ji is so kind to you."
"Really? Are you happy that I left? You can be with Zhi Ming openly!" Ling Yanyan lightly glanced at Fu Nina in front of her, then tilted her head, but unfortunately she met Feng Zhiming.
eyes, but only for a second, Ling Yanyan still chose to avoid them.
But Feng Zhiming came over, walking gracefully and said, "Brother Zhiming." Fu Nina put down her wine glass, stood up and fell into his arms.
And with a cold glance, he saw the ring in Ling Yanyan's hand. His and her wedding rings were originally worn on the ring finger, but now they were replaced by the dazzling ring.
Ling Yanyan felt uncomfortable all over. Seeing Fu Nina nestling in his arms, her heart was painfully pinched, "I, I'm going to put on makeup." Ling Yanyan hurriedly wanted to walk away.
, her body was unsteady, and she leaned slightly. The layered skirt accidentally touched the wine glass on the coffee table. The goblet fell, and the red liquid poured onto her white gauze skirt, staining it in a circle.
red.
Feng Zhiming threw away Fu Nina as quickly as possible and put his arm around Ling Yanyan's waist, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, please let go!" Ling Yanyan's face turned red, she gently pushed his chest with her little hands and whispered to him.
Feng Zhiming smiled evilly, "You are so beautiful today, I really want to kill you." His voice was so soft that only two people could hear it.
Ling Yanyan opened her eyes wide in surprise, pushed him away, and walked quickly towards the bathroom.
Feng Zhiming looked at her hurriedly fleeing back, "Brother Zhiming, you don't still love Sister Yanyan, do you?"
"No?" Feng Zhiming asked.
"But Sister Yanyan..." Before Fu Nina could finish her words, she saw Feng Zhiming picking up the handbag that Ling Yanyan had dropped on the sofa and following her.
Ling Yanyan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, stroking her chest with her hand. Why was he so weird? Shouldn't he have glared at her or scolded her? Or dislocated her hand again.
Once. But why does she feel that he is a little ambiguous?
Her hand went deep into the automatic water spout, and the gurgling water slipped between her fingers. Looking at the ring on her hand, she felt it was a great irony. She took out the paper towel on the side, wiped her hand, and was about to take it.
When I was carrying the bag, I remembered that she had simply forgotten to take it.
He should have gone to socialize. With this mentality, he walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he went out, a strong long arm stretched out and pulled her into the safe passage aside.
If it weren't for this familiar breath, if it wasn't for this inexplicable feeling of familiarity, she thought she would scream.
"Yanyan." Feng Zhiming put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms, "I miss you so much!"
Ling Yanyan did not struggle, but quietly let him hold her like this.
Why did he still miss her? Shouldn't he hate her? But he held her tightly, so tight that it was difficult for her to breathe.
"I can't breathe." Ling Yanyan said with difficulty.
Feng Zhiming let go of her slightly, put his hands on her face, and before she could adjust her breathing, he leaned over and kissed her lips, full of longing, and the entanglement between his lips and tongue.
The familiar breath surrounded her tightly, Ling Yanyan put her arms around his waist and responded to his lips passionately.
Feng Zhiming tore off her shawl, kissed her sexy collarbone, and moved his big hands on her back.
And through a small crack in the door, everything fell into Fu Nina's eyes, with hatred in her beautiful eyes, and her hands clenched into fists.
Why is brother Zhiming still with Ling Yanyan? Shouldn't he hate her? Because he loves her so much, he can't hate her? Since he can't hate her and let go of her, then let Ling Yanyan
Come to hate, come to complain, they can never be together! Forever!
Feng Zhiming raised his eyes and met her beautiful star-like eyes, "Yanyan, come with me!" He pulled her up and wanted to walk towards the stairs.
But Ling Yanyan refused, "No! I can't leave!"
"Do you really want to be with Ji Yunjun?" Feng Zhiming's voice suddenly turned cold.
Ling Yanyan shook her head and said nothing. She couldn't say what excuse she should make or what lie she should tell him about her last resort.
"Why don't you speak?" Feng Zhiming looked into her eyes, "Are you really in love with Ji Yunjun? You even wear his ring!" He was going crazy with jealousy!
"Zhi Ming, stop being so persistent. Aren't you doing well now? I think Nina can take good care of you." Ling Yanyan deliberately distanced herself from him.
Feng Zhiming put his hand on her shoulder, "You actually pushed me to another woman! What qualifications do you have? You threw the divorce agreement to me and left without saying a word, do you still have the qualifications?
"
He was angry, he was angry! This damn woman! This ungrateful woman! What did she think of him? Even if she left him so cruelly, now she let another woman take care of him. Who did she think she was?
"I know I don't have it, so don't bother me anymore." Ling Yanyan looked at the hurt in his eyes and obviously wanted to reach out to touch him, but she just made a fist with her little hand, not having the courage.
"I won't pester you, but where is Yiyi? Where is Chenchen? Can you not want either of them? Yiyi is clamoring to see you every day, so can you ignore it? Or are you planning to have another relationship with Ji Yunjun?" Feng Zhiming hated.
Staring at her hatefully.
When Ling Yanyan heard about Yiyi and Chenchen, the tears she held back finally slipped down, and she squatted on the ground weakly, covering the ground with white.
Feng Zhiming also squatted down, "Yanyan, I am your support, not that Ji Yunjun." She was obviously so helpless and so fragile, but she still wanted to show off.
"I miss Yiyi very much, right?" Feng Zhiming said softly, "If you miss Yiyi, give me a call. You can't even try to avoid me. The villa's phone number has also been received on my mobile phone." After speaking, he stood up.
When he was about to leave, as soon as his hand touched the door handle, Ling Yanyan had already stood up and hugged his waist from behind, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept murmuring softly.
Let her fall in love with you again, such a familiar breath, such a familiar and warm back.
Suddenly, the mobile phone in the handbag rang, and Ling Yanyan let go of him. In fact, she knew who was calling without looking, "Hello."
"Yanyan, where are you?" Ji Yunjun's voice was a little anxious. Of course, there was a reason for that. He couldn't find Feng Zhiming in the venue.
"Oh, I'm..." Before Ling Yanyan could finish her words, Feng Zhiming took the phone and hung up.
"You..." How could he hang up her phone? Hasn't his overbearing and unreasonable behavior changed at all?
****** Dear friends, I will update one chapter first, and there will be another update later!