Feng Zhiming sat on a single sofa and lit a cigarette. It had been three years since the incident. In the past three years, he had focused all his attention on the company and other women. It turned out that
He thought that everything would be buried deep in his heart, but the appearance of Ling Yanyan completely changed his original life, and she broke into his life invisibly.
With a wry smile, what caught his eyes was Ling Yanyan's smiling face.
"Yu Qing, I really miss you, how are you?" Feng Zhiming placed a photo of her on his chest.
With a touch of bitterness on her face, Mo Yuqing's figure became farther and farther away, and the person approaching him was Ling Yanyan.
He stood up, walked out of the room, and locked the door again. Wang Xueyi stood at the door of the guest room and watched him walk out of the room and downstairs.
Zhi Ming, what you don't forget is Yu Qing or Ling Yanyan, no! Even if you can't forget Yu Qing, then she is dead, even if you still have her place in your heart, I won't mind, Ling Yan
Yan, she is just the shadow you want to search for Yuqing, and she is just the shadow you want to fill in your heart.
Feng Zhiming drove back to the apartment and walked into the room. The light in the bedroom was still on and the door was not closed tightly. Wasn't she still asleep?
Ling Yanyan sat on the bed, staring at the wallpapered wall with no focus. She was obviously very sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she forced herself.
She lay down and tossed around. As soon as she sat up, she saw Feng Zhiming standing by the door. She rubbed her eyes vigorously. She must be hallucinating, she must be!
"Feng Zhiming, I hate you so much. You just left. Why does your shadow still show up here? You are such a bad guy! I hate you so much." After finishing speaking, he hid in bed.
, covering his head.
Feng Zhiming stepped forward step by step and lifted her quilt, "Do you really hate seeing me so much? Yanyan."
Hearing the magnetic and familiar voice, Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, sat up, reached out and touched his face, "Is it you? Is it really you?" she whispered softly.
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Feng Zhiming smiled and held her in his arms, smelling the sweet fragrance on her body.
Ling Yanyan reached out and hugged him tightly, fearing that this was just a dream.
"What's wrong? Miss me so much?" Feng Zhiming was quite satisfied with her move.
Ling Yanyan pushed him away, "Who missed you? I didn't miss you!" She lay back on the bed again and turned her head, unwilling to look at him.
"You obviously miss me so much, why don't you admit it?" Feng Zhiming took off his suit jacket, lay down in it, and held her in his arms.
"Is it so difficult for you to admit that you miss me?" Feng Zhiming lifted her long hair and kissed her seductive nape, moving down a little bit towards her smooth back.
He crossed her body and made them face to face, "Yanyan, admit that you like me, admit that you miss me." He said domineeringly.
Ling Yanyan looked at his eyes and said, "I miss you, I miss you so much. I saw you with another woman, and I was very angry. Really very angry." The tears she had been holding back finally burst.
"Why are you crying? Admit that you want me to make you so sad?" Feng Zhiming looked unhappy.
Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest, her tears wet his shirt, but she still refused to look up.
After sobbing, she raised her head and kissed his lips. It was affectionate and lingering, and the desire for love.
While she was breathing, his tongue slipped in and entwined with hers, and he didn't let her go until she was out of breath.
"Yanyan, you are mine and you will be mine forever!" Feng Zhiming was suddenly afraid of losing her, very scared.
Ling Yanyan smiled and raised the corners of her mouth, "I am yours. For the rest of my life."
His embrace gave her endless warmth and unprecedented peace of mind.
Feng Zhiming took off her silk nightgown and kissed her one by one.
Tonight, he wanted her hard and let her know how much he loved her too.
One morning, Feng Zhiming drove Ling Yanyan to the company. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a swaggering red convertible Lotus parked in front of the company. Li Minghao lay on the rolled-down window. As soon as he saw
Ling Yanyan got out of the car immediately.
"Yanyan, you're here." Li Minghao stood in front of her, holding a large bouquet of imported red roses.
Ling Yanyan raised her head and stared at him, "Sir, I don't know you, can you give me a moment?"
Li Minghao still refused to give in, "Yanyan, you are too forgetful, but I don't mind. I can introduce myself again. My name is Li Ming Hao. Remember it! I don't want me to do it every time."
I have to introduce myself when I see you, okay?" He deliberately lowered his head slightly and stared at her.
Ling Yanyan sighed helplessly: "Mr. Li Minghao, could you please make way for me? I'm going to be late for work."
Li Minghao handed over the flowers, "As long as you accept it, I will get out of the way."
"Sorry, I don't accept it." Ling Yanyan refused directly.
"Don't reject people thousands of miles away like this." Li Minghao continued to talk to her without giving up.
Ling Yanyan rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Then what do you want?"
"What don't I want? I just want you to accept my flowers. Look, there are people coming and going. I am such a handsome man holding such a large bouquet of flowers. If you reject me again, how can you let me meet people?
Huh?" Li Minghao's charming peach blossom eyes glanced at the people passing by, with an innocent and aggrieved look on his face.
Ling Yanyan took the bouquet from his hand and said, "Don't do it again, otherwise, the loss of face will be greater than now." After saying that, she turned and walked into the company.
Li Minghao didn't drive away until he could no longer see her back.
"Why did it take so long to come up?" Feng Zhiming parked the car and arrived at the office, only to find that Ling Yanyan had not arrived at the office yet.
Ling Yanyan sat at her desk and put the flowers aside.
"Not bad, Ling Yanyan, I just parked the car and someone presented you with flowers. You are really charming." There was a sour taste in Feng Zhiming's words.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head and ignored him.
Feng Zhiming walked up to her and said, "Say, do you like a man like this?" He pointed at the flowers beside him.
Ling Yanyan stood up and took his arm: "President, are you jealous?"
"Do you think I can?" Feng Zhiming looked serious.
"Well, how do I know? I have to ask you here?" She stretched out her long fingers and poked his chest.
Feng Zhiming held her hand on her chest and said, "Okay! Please help me ask, what do you think?" he said in her ear.
Wang Xueyi opened the door and came in, and saw the ambiguous posture of the two people. She suppressed the jealousy in her heart and said, "Zhi Ming."
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard Wang Xueyi's voice, she immediately left his arms.