Ling Yanyan sat in the back seat of the car holding her son, while Feng Zhiming just drove the car intently. He didn't speak, and she didn't speak either. In fact, she had a lot to ask him. She wanted to know that he was still in Canada.
, why did she appear at the door of Ji's villa at this time? Or she came here specifically to pick her up.
The speed of the car kept increasing, and Ling Yanyan hugged her son tightly, "Well, can you drive slower?" Although Feng Zhiming didn't speak, she could feel that he was angry.
Wasn't he very gentle just now? Why is he sulking again now? What did she do wrong to make him angry?
Feng Zhiming still didn't speak, but the speed of the car slowed down naturally.
"Mommy." The son in her arms leaned against her arms, patting her body with his little hands, and a cute smile appeared on his cute face.
Ling Yanyan smiled and while coaxing her son, she looked uneasily at Feng Zhiming, who was driving the car with a gloomy face.
The Porsche did not drive towards the Feng family's villa, but turned towards the seaside. Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the seaside villa.
Feng Zhiming turned his head and glanced at Ling Yanyan, "Get out of the car!"
"Oh," Ling Yanyan nodded, and got out of the car with her son in her arms. Feng Zhiming stood at the door, watching her slowly walk over, stretched out his long arm, hugged the son in her hand, and handed the keys to her.
He gave her, "Open the door."
As soon as Chenchen arrived in Feng Zhiming's arms, he began to cry shamelessly.
Ling Yanyan quickly opened the door, turned around and said to Feng Zhiming, "Let me hold Chenchen!"
Feng Zhiming glanced at her and said, "Go upstairs." As he spoke, he carried his son and walked up to the second floor.
Ling Yanyan looked at his figure disappearing at the top of the stairs. She could only turn around and close the door, and then walked up to the second floor. As soon as she walked up the last staircase, she was pulled into the master bedroom by Feng Zhiming.
"Where is Chenchen?" Ling Yanyan looked at him and asked.
Feng Zhiming put his arms around her waist, kicked his feet in shiny leather shoes, and the bedroom door was slammed shut, "Yanyan, it's me you should pay attention to now."
"But Chenchen..." Ling Yanyan swallowed the rest of her words under his fierce gaze. She just wanted to ask where Chenchen was?
Feng Zhiming looked at her, stretched out his hand to touch her face, and lifted up her eyebrow-level hair with his slender fingers, "What's going on here?"
Ling Yanyan tilted her head back to avoid his touch, "There's nothing here."
"Tell me, how did you get hurt?" Feng Zhiming pulled her close to his arms, and kissed the wound on her forehead with his sexy thin lips, feeling distressed.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "Are you angry because I was hurt?" Is he angry about this?
"Otherwise, why do you think I'm angry?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her, "Or are you hiding something from me?"
"No, it's nothing. How could I hide anything from you." Ling Yanyan quickly shook her head in denial.
Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat down on the sofa, "Why are you hurt?"
"I hit him accidentally." Ling Yanyan put her hands around his neck, trying to pass him by in a vague way.
"How careless did you have to be to crash like this? How long has it been? Does it hurt?" Feng Zhiming breathed warm breath on her forehead. Although he didn't believe it, he didn't seem to intend to go into details, or in fact, his
I already knew it in my heart.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It doesn't hurt. What about you? Didn't you say you were in Canada? Why are you back?"
"Don't you need me? I'll be back." Feng Zhiming smiled and pinched the tip of her nose. After that text message and that phone call, he came right back.
"What about your job? What should you do?" Ling Yanyan looked at him worriedly. Did he leave his job and return to China? Is it just because of her text message?
Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance with his deep eyes, "Work is not that important. Li Rui can handle it without me."
"Oh." Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes. Li Rui could solve it, so he would go there himself. It was because of her that he came back in such a hurry. She was sure of this.
"What? Aren't you happy that I'm back?" Feng Zhiming felt that she didn't want to see him.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, how could she be unhappy? She wished she could see him every day, "Actually, I just miss you a little bit, not that much."
"So, you just sent a text message asking me to come back?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and shook his head, very satisfied. Although he didn't say it explicitly, in Feng Zhiming's opinion, that was what he meant.
Her little wife is becoming more and more cute, but she is also becoming more and more willful.
Ling Yanyan raised her head, "I didn't send you a text message asking you to come back." He misunderstood, she just said she missed him.
Feng Zhiming turned sideways, pressed her on the sofa, and put his face close to hers, "No?" His sexy voice sounded, "You said you missed me, just because you wanted to see me, so I came back."
As he spoke, he bit her earlobe lightly. He felt the person in his arms tremble.
"I, I didn't mean that." Ling Yanyan denied.
"Then tell me, do you want me to come back? Do you want to see me?" Feng Zhiming's face almost touched hers.
"You get up first, okay? You're so heavy." Ling Yanyan pushed him gently with her small hands, and his familiar scent surrounded her, making her confused.
Feng Zhiming chuckled lightly, "Am I heavy? How about you on top?" He said ambiguously, with a smile on his face.
"What are you talking about? Let me get up quickly." Ling Yanyan frowned, yes! The sofa is big enough, but the posture of the two of them made her a little at a loss, and her heartbeat was already faster than hers
's load.
"Honey, it hasn't been long, are you going to resist me? Huh?" Feng Zhiming kissed her white neck, leaving traces of his love unceremoniously.
Ling Yanyan subconsciously hugged him, and his sexy lips covered hers, sucking in her sweetness.
A big hand gently pulled the gauze skirt on her body. Feng Zhiming stood up, picked her up, walked to the big bed, and just lay down on the big bed. "Wait, wait a minute, I heard Chenchen crying."
Ling Yanyan pushed him away.
"Ling Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming shouted, she actually wanted to stop at this time.
"But Chenchen really cried." Ling Yanyan whispered, not forgetting to tidy up her somewhat messy clothes.
Feng Zhiming stood up and said, "Yanyan, Chenchen should have been crying since he came in. Didn't you hear it just now?"
"I..." Ling Yanyan sat up and she really didn't hear him because all her attention was on him.
"Well, I'd better go check on Chenchen." Ling Yanyan quickly got up from the bed and walked out of the room. Why did Feng Zhiming think she was trying to escape on purpose? She was getting more and more bad-behaved!
In another room, Chenchen was sitting on the plush carpet, his face covered with tears, his mouth wide open and crying. The toys beside him were already quite far away from him. I wonder if they were thrown out by him?
****** Dear friends, I will update the previous chapter first, and will continue to update later~~