"What do you think I want to do?" Li Minghao stretched out his hand to fasten her seat belt and put his face close to hers.
"I, I," Ling Yanyan suddenly reached out and pushed him away, "I want to get off the car! Let me get off the car!" She slapped him hard.
Li Minghao felt that her slapping was neither painful nor itchy, so he grabbed her hand again and asked, "Hit me so hard, doesn't your hand hurt?" His big hand gently stroked her delicate hand.
"Let me go!" Ling Yanyan withdrew her hand forcefully and leaned against the car window.
Li Minghao shrugged, "How about you let me be a gentleman for once and take you home?"
Ling Yanyan turned her head and looked out the window, expressing her acquiescence.
Li Minghao didn't ask her address and drove directly.
But Ling Yanyan, who was driving at a slow speed, wanted to vomit blood and could not reach a speed of twenty yards.
"Hey, Li Minghao, did you mean it?" Ling Yanyan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and there was no need to bear it anymore, especially to such a rotten person.
Li Minghao stepped on the brakes slowly, "Finally it broke out. It has personality."
Li Minghao smiled instead of getting angry.
Ling Yanyan opened the car door forcefully and said, "Let me get out of the car." Seeing that he didn't react at all, he just leaned back on the seat and stared at her.
"I said I wanted to get off the car!" Ling Yanyan spoke again.
Li Minghao finally unlocked the car door, and Ling Yanyan got out of the car without looking back and walked quickly to the apartment.
Li Minghao watched her leave, but he couldn't stop the smile on his face.
Ling Yanyan, what do you think I should do? I find that I have fallen deeply in love with you.
She walked with some distress, and when she got to the downstairs of the apartment, she stood and refused to go upstairs. Will he be there? Has he come back? If he doesn't come back, then she would rather not go up.
But where can she go? Forget it, even if she is alone, it is better than staying here.
He just took a step and asked, "Are you waiting for me?" Feng Zhiming didn't expect that as soon as he drove back, he would see Ling Yanyan standing downstairs.
Ling Yanyan turned her head and saw that he was back. She was more happy than surprised and threw herself into his arms.
Feng Zhiming stretched out his hands and hugged her into his arms, "He threw himself into his arms as soon as he saw me, but after not seeing me for a long time, he missed me so much."
After a long time, Ling Yanyan raised her head from his arms and asked, "Why did you come back so late?"
"That's because we're missing a capable special assistant like you!"
Feng Zhiming put his arm around her waist and took the elevator to the room together. The crystal chandelier lit up and the whole room was bright. Ling Yanyan sat tiredly on the sofa, kicked off her slippers, and simply lay down on the sofa.
Feng Zhiming helped her up and let her lie on his lap, "Are you tired from work today?" He stretched out his fingers and followed her long hair down to the ends.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No!"
Feng Zhiming suddenly picked her up and said, "Take a bath and go to bed early."
Entering the bathroom, she took off her suit, leaving only a white sling. "Get out!" Seeing his hand trying to pull off the sling, Ling Yanyan pushed him.
"What does it have to do with it? Let's do it together!" Feng Zhiming had an evil smile on his face, picked up the shower, turned on the switch, and sprayed Ling Yanyan.
Ling Yanyan had nowhere to hide, she was already soaked by the water spray, "It's so cold! It's cold water, Feng Zhiming, you big bad guy." She crossed her arms with both hands.
Feng Zhiming turned off the water and hugged her into his arms, "Is it still cold? If you are so afraid of the cold, why are you wearing so little?" He lowered his head and kissed her lips, over and over again, unwilling to let go of her sexy lips.
Then he moved to her neck, his big hands moved behind her back, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the metal buckle of her underwear was untied. Ling Yanyan's resistance seemed so weak, and the bathroom was filled with beauty.
The two were lying on the bed hugging each other. Ling Yanyan leaned on his broad chest and put one hand around his thin waist. "Aren't you tired yet?" Feng Zhiming could feel her fatigue, but she
But she still kept her eyes open as if she was very energetic, "You haven't slept either!" Ling Yanyan retorted.
"Do you blame me, or are you angry with me?" Feng Zhiming tightened his arms around her, and Ling Yanyan raised her head, "What, I don't understand." He was clueless, who knew what he was asking.
?
"I'll transfer you to the design department." Feng Zhiming asked calmly.
Ling Yanyan didn't answer. After a long time, he heard her even breathing, touched her long silky hair, raised the corners of her mouth, and looked at her sleeping, still hugging him tightly. He understood that she couldn't let go.
She left him and went to the design department, but she did exactly what he wanted without any rejection.
Feng Zhiming pulled the silk quilt and covered the two of them together, making her cold body gradually feel warm.
The sun shines into the room through the curtains. The person in her arms is still sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up. The gentle kiss gradually falls, on her smooth forehead, pointed nose, and then on her bright red face.
tender lips.
Ling Yanyan moved her body and stretched out her slender hands to move away the person who disturbed her sleep. She turned her back and said, "Well, I'm still sleepy." She muttered and continued to close her eyes.
Feng Zhiming's strong arms crossed domineeringly, pressing heavily on her waist.
Ling Yanyan finally opened her eyes, "You did it on purpose." She sat up suddenly, the quilt slipped down, and the spring light on her chest was revealed. Her body was covered with the marks of love left last night, and she stretched out her hands to tighten the quilt to cover it.
, then he took a nearby nightgown and put it on before walking to freshen up.
Feng Zhiming watched her hide in the bathroom with a smile on his face.
Damn it! I like to see me make a fool of myself every time. Ling Yanyan stood in the bathroom, talking to herself in the mirror.
Knock, "Are you going to stay in there all morning?" A teasing voice came from the bathroom door.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lips and opened the bathroom door.
"I got it!" She glared at him again, pushed him, and then walked back to the bedroom.
Ling Yanyan sat in the office, supporting her chin with her hand, narrowing her eyes slightly, then opened the drawer and took out the design drawing.
The phone rang at this moment, "Hello."
"Hello, Miss Ling, I am Zhiming's mother. Are you free now? I want to talk to you." Yang Yunfang's voice came.
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "Well, okay, where is it?"
After hanging up the phone, I always felt uneasy, but I still took my bag, walked out of the office, and walked to the appointed coffee shop.
I walked into Liyu Coffee House, found a seat and sat down, holding the water glass in both hands, waiting for Yang Yunfang's arrival.
Ten minutes later, a middle-aged lady wearing a black dress, pearl necklace and earrings walked in. After scanning her beautiful eyes, she walked towards Ling Yanyan.
"Aunt, you're here." Ling Yanyan stood up immediately.
Yang Yunfang nodded slightly, sat down and said, "You can sit down too!"
There seemed to be a gap between the two of them, sitting face to face, but neither of them spoke until the waiter brought two cups of coffee.