As soon as Chenchen sat back on the bed, he clapped his white and tender hands and hung up the ringing cell phone.
Ling Yanyan picked up the phone and just dialed the number. The screen went black and the phone automatically shut down. "Isn't it? The battery is out." She frowned. There was no battery at this time. She quickly picked up the wireless phone beside her.
After dialing the number, the call was picked up within three seconds, "Ling Yanyan, you damn dare to hang up on me!" As soon as the call came through, Feng Zhiming's roaring voice came.
"No, just now..." Ling Yanyan wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Feng Zhiming.
"I don't want to listen to excuses. Wait for me at the door of the villa in half an hour." Feng Zhiming hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.
It's already midnight, what does he want to do? Listening to the wind coming from the phone, he must be driving.
Ling Yanyan let her son lie down on the bed, patted him gently, and coaxed him to sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his forehead with one hand. Her head was still a little dizzy. Maybe she had forgotten to take her medicine. She stood up and just picked up the water glass.
I realized there was no water and was about to leave the room when suddenly the phone beside my bed rang. It was so late and I didn’t have to guess who was calling, "Hello."
"Change your clothes and come down right away. I'll only give you two minutes." Feng Zhiming said to Ling Yanyan.
"Zhi Ming, it's very late now." Ling Yanyan looked at her son who had just fallen asleep.
Feng Zhiming got out of the car and said, "I only give you two minutes, otherwise I will go in." He hung up the phone without giving Ling Yanyan a chance to speak.
Ling Yanyan walked to the balcony, looked at the car lights outside the villa, and the stalwart figure standing next to the car. She missed her deeply, so she put on a coat and walked downstairs.
Feng Zhiming stood next to the car, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, waiting for Ling Yanyan with an indifferent expression. The door of the villa was opened, wearing a pink silk nightgown and a white coat.
Ling Yanyan appeared in his sight.
"Are you going to go out with me like this?" Feng Zhiming curled his lips, threw away the cigarette in his hand, took two big steps, and hugged her in his arms.
Ling Yanyan was hugged tightly by him, so tight that it was difficult to breathe, but she was still deeply attached to this familiar smell, the faint smell of perfume mixed with the fresh smell of tobacco.
Feng Zhiming let go of her and put his hands around her waist, "I mean two minutes, do you know how long it has been?" His voice was obviously unhappy, but his hands on his waist were even tighter.
tight.
"Zhi Ming, it's very late." Ling Yanyan looked up at him, still wearing her charming face.
"Really?" Feng Zhiming clasped her waist, leaned down and kissed her pink lips, gentle yet domineering, deeply entangled, and did not let go of her until she was breathless.
Ling Yanyan gasped for air and leaned weakly in his arms.
Feng Zhiming picked her up and let her sit in the car, "Where are you taking me?" Ling Yanyan looked at the locked car door and turned to ask him helplessly.
"We'll find out when we get there." Feng Zhiming started the engine, turned the steering wheel, and turned the car.
"No! It's so late and Chenchen is sleeping alone. What if he wakes up and looks for me?" Ling Yanyan refused.
Feng Zhiming stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
At this time, the lights on the second floor of the villa suddenly turned on, "Master, Miss Ling..."
"Let her go! Send a servant to take care of Chenchen." Ji Yunjun was wearing a white nightgown in front of the window.
The moment Ling Yanyan was talking to Feng Zhiming on the wireless phone, Ji Yunjun already knew it, but this time, he didn't stop him. He said he wasn't jealous, which was a lie, but he still didn't go out to stop him and watched helplessly.
Ling Yanyan was forced into the car by Feng Zhiming and drove away.
"Feng Zhiming, where are you taking me? I'm still dressed like this, and I'm worried about Chenchen." Ling Yanyan looked at the car driving farther and farther away, and the speed increased instead of decreasing. She became anxious.
.
"Let's go to a good place." Feng Zhiming finally stopped the car, "I don't mind if you dress like this. What's more, I already gave you time to change clothes, and you didn't change. Do you blame me?"
Ling Yanyan pulled the coat on her body, "Of course it's your fault. You didn't explain clearly. How did I know that it was midnight, and you forced me to go out?"
Therefore, the final conclusion reached was still Feng Zhiming's fault.
"You didn't answer the phone first. You should know that I always do what I say." After saying that, Feng Zhiming continued to drive.
After a moment of silence, Ling Yanyan spoke again, "What should we do about Chenchen? He will definitely come to me when he wakes up."
"Chenchen, are you still afraid that Ji Yunjun won't take care of you? Even if it's not for Chenchen, I think for your sake, he will take good care of Chenchen. Otherwise, how can he keep you at his place?" Feng Zhiming looked like him.
Looks very clear.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "Chenchen is your son." She told him a fact seriously.
"Then you are still my wife." Feng Zhiming was also extremely unhappy.
"Okay!" Ling Yanyan was silent.
The car drove to a leisure club half an hour later and stopped in the underground garage. "How did you get here?" As soon as Ling Yanyan got off the car, she was picked up by Feng Zhiming and walked into the elevator.
"Can you please put me down?" Ling Yanyan put her hands around his neck and whispered in his ear.
"Shut up!" Feng Zhiming said coldly, otherwise he wouldn't speak. Once he spoke, it would not be what he wanted to hear.
Ling Yanyan saw his sullen face, "What should I do if others see it?"
"So what?" Feng Zhiming said lightly. Of course, no one else will come in here except him. At least so far, except for the woman in his arms who once broke into his exclusive elevator, no one else has.
Just as she was saying that, there was a ding, and the elevator stopped at the top floor. Feng Zhiming held her in his arms and walked out of the elevator. He gently pressed his finger on the recognition mark beside the door. The door opened automatically. The room was not very big, but it was very comfortable.
, and the whole room has a glass roof, so you can see the twinkling stars in the sky when you look up.
"Where is this?" Ling Yanyan was placed on a recliner by Feng Zhiming, her black eyes blinked, and she looked at Feng Zhiming.
"Do you like it?" Feng Zhiming asked softly in her ear.
Ling Yanyan stood up, opened the French window, and stood on the balcony, "It's so beautiful! I never knew there was such a beautiful place."
"I prepared this specially for you." Feng Zhiming also walked out, hugged her body from behind, and held her tightly in his arms.
"I mean this is also the Feng Family..." Ling Yanyan turned her head and looked at him.
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "This is not important. What is important is that you like it."
Ling Yanyan looked at the night sky, and after a while, she couldn't help but sneeze.
"Come into the room." Feng Zhiming put his hand on her face and frowned.
"I..." When Ling Yanyan saw his gloomy face, she swallowed her words hard and walked back to the room in his arms.
Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat on the double sofa, with a thin blanket covering the two of them.
****** Dear friends, I will update one chapter first, and there will be another update in the afternoon...