Ling Yanyan was sitting in the tea room, holding the tea cup in both hands, thinking about what he said just now, asking her to transfer to the design department. She was a little reluctant to let go. Why would she be reluctant to let go now? She had not always wanted to go to the design department.
? He sighed deeply.
"Yanyan, are you worried?" Zhao Yunli walked in at this time and saw Ling Yanyan sitting in a daze.
"Oh, Sister Yunli, it's nothing!" Ling Yanyan smiled and shook her head.
Zhao Yunli sat down next to her, "It's okay, why are you sitting here in a daze?" He patted her shoulder.
"Haha, you still understand me." Ling Yanyan smiled bitterly, but where did the pain in her heart begin?
Zhao Yunli held her hand: "Are you having trouble with the CEO?"
"No way. No." Ling Yanyan shook her head like a trumpet.
"Actually, I think you and the president are a good match." Of course Zhao Yunli also saw the report.
"Sister Yunli, actually it was a misunderstanding. He and I are not..." Ling Yanyan wanted to explain, but how to explain it? Can the relationship between him and her be explained clearly? I can't explain clearly! I couldn't explain it in the first place.
Qing, coupled with the news report, it is even more difficult to explain.
Zhao Yunli looked at her with twinkling eyes: "Yanyan, I understand. You don't need to explain. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hold it in your heart. I'm going to work, don't be in a daze."
"Yeah. Got it." Ling Yanyan nodded.
Now she doesn't think about anything anymore, her heart is no longer there. The heart she wants to keep firmly has also fallen.
"Assistant Ling Te." came a magnetic voice.
"Ah?" He turned around to look at the person who came, flicked his hand and knocked over the water glass. With a bang, the porcelain cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Ling Yanyan knelt down and picked up the fragments, but was scratched by the fragments, and a trail of blood flowed from her fingers.
Feng Zhiming walked quickly to her, "Let me see if there is anything wrong?"
"It's okay!" Ling Yanyan retracted her hand, this is the tea room.
Feng Zhiming took her retracted hand, took a tissue, and wiped away the blood stains. "Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It doesn't hurt. How did you know I was here?"
"Besides coming here, is there anywhere else you can go?" Feng Zhiming looked very understanding.
"Okay, I'm fine." Ling Yanyan stood up and put her hands behind her back.
Feng Zhiming took her hand and asked, "Are you really okay?" He kissed her scratched hand.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "It's just a scratch, it's not a big deal."
"Stupid woman." Feng Zhiming taunted.
Ling Yanyan quickly withdrew her hand, "Who is this stupid woman?"
"What do you think?" The smile on Feng Zhiming's face became deeper and deeper.
"It's not me anyway." Ling Yanyan denied, turned around and wanted to walk out of the tea room.
Feng Zhiming stretched out his arms, and she fell steadily into his arms.
This scene happened to be seen by Wang Xueyi, who had just come to the tea room to pour water.
Is their relationship really that good? They don't even shy away from it in the tea room.
Looking at the two people embracing each other in their arms, their eyes were filled with jealousy and resentment.
"Mr. Wang, why are you standing at the door and not going in?" The secretary walked to the tea room and was a little surprised to see Wang Xueyi standing by the door.
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard the sound, she broke away from his arms and said, "I'm going out first." She lowered her head and quickly left the tea room. Feng Zhiming put away the smile on his face and followed him out.
"Clean up the floor." He paused in front of the secretary before leaving.
A pale-faced Wang Xueyi and a stunned secretary were left behind.
For the afternoon meeting, Ling Yanyan also took advantage of her lunch break to read the information.
Feng Zhiming looked at the serious look on her face, walked up to her, tapped his fingers on her desktop, "It's break time now, even if you work overtime, I won't pay you overtime pay.
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"I know it's lunch break, but it's because of you that I need to work overtime." Ling Yanyan raised her head from being buried in the pile of information and glared at the hateful man in front of her.
Feng Zhiming pulled her up: "Let's go and eat first."
"I still have a lot of information that I haven't read yet." Ling Yanyan pointed to the pile of information on the table, but Feng Zhiming turned a deaf ear and forced her out of the office, "Where are you going?" Ling Yanyan's
Her wrists were aching from being scratched by him, and she walked into a lounge, where various meals were already placed. "This..." Ling Yanyan looked surprised, "Seeing that you work so hard, I will reward you."
." Feng Zhiming sat her down very gentlemanly. "Eat quickly!"
Looking at the exquisite meal in front of her, Ling Yanyan suddenly felt very hungry. She picked up the knife and fork and stuffed a small piece of blueberry cream cake into her mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Feng Zhiming sat aside, with endless tenderness in his eyes.
Ling Yanyan nodded, still tasting the delicious food in her mouth, "Why is it so good today suddenly? Do you want to imitate Li Minghao? However, I still think roses are more romantic." Ling Yanyan said with a look on her face.
He looked at Feng Zhiming with a wicked smile.
"You can't stop your mouth with all the delicious food. Do I need to learn from him?" Feng Zhiming said with a straight face and looked at her seriously.
Ling Yanyan picked up a small piece of steak and handed it to him, "This is what you like to eat."
Feng Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth to eat. She actually knew what he liked to eat.
"I, you eat it yourself." Handing the knife and fork to Feng Zhiming, Ling Yanyan began to eat the dessert.
"I'm full." Ling Yanyan felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she stood up and wanted to leave.
Feng Zhiming stretched out his hand to hold her, "Wait a minute, there's cream on the corner of her mouth." As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her, licking the cream with his tongue, and then ate it into his mouth.
Suddenly the door of the room was pushed open, and as soon as Wang Xueyi came in, she saw two people with an ambiguous posture.
"Zhi Ming!" Wang Xueyi exclaimed, "You..."
Ling Yanyan tried hard to break away from him, but he held him tighter, "Mr. Wang!" There was endless coldness in her voice, "What's the matter?"
"Auntie just called and asked us to go back to the villa tonight." Wang Xueyi clenched her hands into fists and dug her long nails into her flesh. She restrained her emotions and spoke calmly, pretending to be close to the two people in front of her.
Zuo didn't care.
Feng Zhiming's eyes looked at the shy Ling Yanyan in his arms, "I have a party tonight, let's wait for another day!"
Wang Xueyi pursed her lips tightly, but he didn't even want to take a look. What was so good about Ling Yanyan? Why did she get all his attention? Apart from having a face that was exactly the same as Mo Yuqing's, what else about her?
No! She is just a substitute. One day, he will get tired of her!
"Okay, I'll tell my aunt. Then I'll go out first." Wang Xueyi turned around and walked out of the lounge.
"Let me go!" Ling Yanyan broke away from him and looked at him with wide eyes, "Why do you always use me as a shield? I don't want to become a public enemy."