Like him? Does she like him? She likes him, she doesn't like him either, she can't tell.
"Then do you love him?" he continued to ask.
Love? That is such a strong word, but it seems that she, Ling Yanyan, has never had it.
"Yanyan, if you like him, love him, and feel that you can't live without him, you must bravely catch him and love him well." Yu Chen patted her shoulder and encouraged her.
Ling Yanyan looked at Yu Chen, who was like her own brother, and finally smiled, "Okay, I know what to do."
Even if you can't love forever, you still have to love vigorously once.
"I'm going back first." Looking at the dark night, Ling Yanyan picked up her bag, walked out of the coffee shop quickly, hailed a taxi, and headed back to the company.
Yu Chen looked at her retreating back. Her eagerness made his heart cool, "Senior, are you too generous? Don't you also like Yanyan? Don't you also love her deeply?"
"As long as she is happy, I will be happy!" Yu Chen's face showed happiness, but his heart was extremely cold. It had never been so cold.
Shen Tian shook his head helplessly, "Yanyan is so happy."
"I hope she can get the happiness she wants." But he cannot give her happiness. From now on, he will love Yanyan as his sister, but can he do it?
When she arrived at the company, Ling Yanyan found that the office was already empty. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and found that it had no battery.
He quickly walked out of the company and took a taxi back to the apartment. As soon as he opened the door, he walked through the rooms and saw Feng Zhiming in the bathroom. He rushed forward, hugged him and hugged him tightly.
"Yanyan?" Feng Zhiming called uncertainly. Ling Yanyan ignored the water on his body and buried her head in his chest.
"Let me hold him for a while, just for a while." Ling Yanyan said softly and put her hands around his waist.
Feng Zhiming smiled and hugged her back: "I'm wet." What happened to her today?
"I don't care." Ling Yanyan raised her head, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his sexy thin lips.
Feng Zhiming put his hands on her face, "What happened to you today? Is there something wrong?"
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It's nothing."
"Is it really nothing?" Feng Zhiming looked suspicious.
"Yes." Ling Yanyan could only nod, she loved him and could only keep it in her heart.
Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked to the big bed in the bedroom, "You are responsible for putting out the fire you lit."
The two hugged each other tightly, and Feng Zhiming pushed the hair from her forehead behind her ears, "Were you scared today?"
"A bit." Ling Yanyan nodded honestly.
Feng Zhiming kissed her smooth forehead, "I'm sorry!"
Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes, "It's me who should say I'm sorry!"
"Silly girl, never leave me, okay?" Feng Zhiming bit her small earlobe, "Sleep well."
Peace can only be temporary, not forever. The same goes for night, when it passes, it becomes day.
As soon as they walked into the office, what caught their eyes was a large and exaggerated bouquet of red roses.
Feng Zhiming acted as if he hadn't seen it, walked to the desk and sat down. Ling Yanyan took out a card sandwiched between the flowers, with a few words: Yanyan, I love you! I hope you like it. The flower, Li Minghao.
He really didn't give up. Ling Yanyan shook her head helplessly and was about to throw away the flowers, but the phone rang at this moment. A caller from an unknown number said, "Hello, hello," "Miss Yanyan, you like the flowers I sent." "?" Li Minghao's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Ling Yanyan hung up the phone directly.
Li Minghao looked at the beeping sound of the phone and said, "Hey, you are such a coward. I only said one sentence before hanging up on me. But you underestimate me." He put the phone back in his suit pocket and drove away.
go.
"It was him who called, and he also sent the flowers." Feng Zhiming didn't ask, but affirmed, "It's quite romantic, are you very touched?" He stepped forward and locked Ling Yanyan in his own room.
in front of you.
Ling Yanyan couldn't retreat, and put her hands between the two of them, "Are you jealous? Mr. President." She pushed him away hard, "It's time to go to work, this is the company."
"Okay! I'll let you go for now." Feng Zhiming walked back to his seat and sat down.
After a while, the secretary knocked on the door and came in, "President, Mr. Ling's special assistant of Cheng's Construction called to confirm whether the three o'clock meeting will be held on time."
"Well, I'll go there with Assistant Ling in the afternoon." Feng Zhiming turned the gold pen in his hand and gave instructions to his secretary.
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard what he said, she suddenly raised her head while typing information on the computer. Just as she was about to speak, she was glared back by Feng Zhiming with a vicious look.
"Yes, president." The secretary went out after receiving the president's order.
As soon as Ling Yanyan saw the secretary go out, she got up and walked to him, "Isn't Special Assistant Li responsible for the cooperation case of Cheng's enterprise? Why is it me again?" What's more, now, she doesn't want to go with him.
He goes in and out together.
"I am the president, I have the final say." Feng Zhiming said domineeringly, not giving her a chance to refuse.
Ling Yanyan shrugged helplessly, "Don't blame me if you mess up." She didn't believe she had such ability. "With me here, it won't be so easy to mess up." Feng Zhiming said confidently.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head and started typing on the keyboard with her fingers, ignoring Feng Zhiming, "Ling Yanyan." Feng Zhiming called her after being quiet for a few seconds.
"Huh?" Ling Yanyan responded without stopping her movements.
"Do you want to go to the design department?" Feng Zhiming asked casually.
Ling Yanyan finally raised her head, "What?"
"Forget it if you didn't hear it." Feng Zhiming leaned back in his chair and flicked his fingers on the table.
She quickly stood up and walked to his desk, "Are you telling the truth? You want me to go to the design department? Did I hear you correctly?" Ling Yanyan's black eyes were wide open, and her long eyelashes were fluttering.
The ground was shining, and there was longing in his eyes.
"I'm just asking if you want to go? I didn't ask you to go." When Feng Zhiming saw the eagerness in her eyes, he began to mince words.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "You didn't let me go, but you asked me if I wanted to go? I really don't understand what it means?" She walked back to her seat and sat down.
"It seems that you really don't want to be my special assistant. You want to leave this office as soon as possible, right?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ling Yanyan.
As soon as she heard what he said, Ling Yanyan's anger rushed up, "Obviously it was you who asked me first, and now you are asking me again. After all, you are the president, and whatever you say is what you say. Do I have the right to refuse?
"As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the office.
Feng Zhiming looked at her leaving figure and shook his head, a tough-tongued woman.