"Nothing?" Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows and stared at her. It was strange that he would believe her.
"Really!" Ling Yanyan pulled him and walked towards the car parked not far away.
Feng Zhiming got into the car, "I'll punish you when I get home." As he said that, he started the car and sped away. His original plan of going for a walk was ruined, and the car disappeared into the night at the fastest speed.
Then slowly drove into the villa.
Yang Yunfang and the others were still sitting in the living room, feeling a little surprised that Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan came back so early.
"Yanyan, Zhiming, why did you come back so early?" Yang Yunfang asked.
Feng Zhiming said nothing and walked directly to the second floor.
Ling Yanyan twitched her lips slightly, "Yes! Dad, Mom."
"What's wrong with Zhiming? Why does he have such a stinking face?" Yang Yunfang looked at Feng Zhiming, who had already disappeared at the top of the stairs.
"Mom, it's nothing! I'll go up and take a look." Ling Yanyan said and walked up the stairs.
Feng Zhiming took off his suit, threw it on the sofa beside him, and leaned on the sofa.
Ling Yanyan walked in, "Zhi Ming, what's wrong with you? Are you still angry with me?" She walked to the sofa, stood in front of him, and asked in a low voice.
"I'm not angry with you, and I don't dare. Doesn't Ji Yunjun really want to be your flower protector?" Feng Zhiming's words sounded a little sour.
Ling Yanyan sat down next to him, "Hubby, are you jealous?"
Feng Zhiming chuckled, looking very disdainful, "What a joke, would I be jealous? Why should I be jealous!" After saying that, he turned his head.
"It's so hard to admit that you are jealous!" Ling Yanyan stretched out her little hand and asked him to turn his head to face her, "The only person I love is you, and the only person I want is you. I have nothing against Ji Yunjun.
emotion."
Feng Zhiming held her hand, "Without any feelings? Then you still let him hug you?" When he thought of this, he became very angry, okay! He admitted that he was jealous, and he admitted that he didn't want to let him hug you at all.
When other men approach her, he doesn't like Ji Yunjun hugging her at all, no! It's so annoying! It's so annoying that he wants to go up and beat him up, if it weren't for Ji Yunjun's knife for Yanyan, if not
Because he had just been discharged from the hospital, he would never be lenient.
Ling Yanyan stretched out her slender arms and hugged his waist, "Okay! Don't be angry. I asked him to hug me because he was leaving, and I couldn't bear to refuse."
"Excuse!" Feng Zhiming held her waist and used a slight force to make her sit on his lap.
"Not next time." Ling Yanyan smiled sweetly and buried her face in his arms.
Next time? Will Feng Zhiming give her another chance?
Feng Zhiming leaned over and pressed her down, "Don't get so close to him again! No!" His sexy lips covered her soft pink lips, sucking them over and over, and pulled the gauze skirt on her body with his big hands.
"Zhi Ming, parents will come up." Ling Yanyan pushed him gently, but it was not worth his strength.
Her small body was suppressed by his solid body and could not move. The shoulder straps of her gauze skirt had been pulled up to her slender arms.
"Yanyan, you can only keep my scent on your body, understand?" Feng Zhiming raised his head and said to her.
Ling Yanyan nodded in understanding.
"Very good! What a good wife!" Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked to the bedroom. With a light kick, the door was closed.
They both fell on the big bed, "I want to punish you well and make you remember that your husband is me, not Ji Yunjun! Even if you sympathize, you can't!" After saying that, he took off her clothes.
Dress.
A joy spread, warming the whole room.
Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan who was leaning in his arms, stretched out his hand to smooth her hair, and shrank her soft body into his arms, wrapping her arms around his thin waist, "I'm so sleepy.
"The muttering sound reached Feng Zhiming's ears.
"Very tired?" Feng Zhiming asked lazily.
"What do you think?" Ling Yanyan closed her eyes and leaned quietly.
"Your physical strength is too weak, you should do more." Feng Zhiming said without any shame.
Ling Yanyan clenched her hands into fists and lowered her head to him, "Why are you so shameless?"
"What's so shameless? You are my wife!" Feng Zhiming still said calmly.
"Don't you have a meeting tomorrow?" Although Ling Yanyan was very tired, she still wanted to remind her of one thing.
Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt in front of her, "I got it, wife."
But Ling Yanyan in her arms was already asleep.
Changing her position to make Ling Yanyan sleep more comfortably, she stroked her forehead with her hand and looked at her cute sleeping face, "What a silly Yanyan." After kissing her forehead lovingly,
Then he closed his eyes.
Ling Yanyan woke up and got up lightly. He would be very busy today and she wanted to help him prepare breakfast.
When I got downstairs, I saw Yang Yunfang and Feng Zhihao already sitting in the living room, "Dad, Mom, morning!"
"Yanyan, why did you get up so early?" Yang Yunfang looked at her, catching a glimpse of the hickey on her neck, and the smile on his face deepened.
Ling Yanyan felt that Yang Yunfang's eyes were a bit strange, but she still nodded, "Yes! Today Zhiming has to go to the company for a meeting, and I want to prepare breakfast for him."
"No, just let Zhang Ma get ready. I think you're tired too, so go up and have a rest." Yang Yunfang stood up and pushed Ling Yanyan upstairs.
Ling Yanyan was a little confused, but she still went upstairs.
Yang Yunfang smiled and turned around and sat back on the sofa, "Old man, have you seen it? I said they are both okay?"
They were puzzled last night. The two of them went out for dinner happily, but came back with a gloomy look on their face.
Thought something big had happened? Fortunately, it was okay.
Ling Yanyan returned to the room with a puzzled look on her face, and Feng Zhiming walked out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown, "Yanyan, why did you get up so early? Are you tired last night?" She stepped forward and asked
He looked at her ambiguously.
"I originally wanted to prepare breakfast for you, but mom forced me to come up and rest." Ling Yanyan pursed her lips and looked at him.
"Mama Zhang will prepare breakfast." Feng Zhiming sat down on the sofa.
Ling Yanyan looked at the water dripping from his hair and said, "Why don't you dry your hair? What should you do if you catch a cold?" Then she walked into the bathroom.
"Ah..." he suddenly screamed.
Feng Zhiming walked into the bathroom quickly, "What's wrong? Yanyan."
Ling Yanyan looked at the hickey on her neck, "You look at you, it's all because of you. No wonder I thought Mom's eyes were weird just now, it turned out to be this."
"Is there something wrong?" Feng Zhiming hugged her from behind, "This is your mark as my wife."
"What? How can I go out and meet people like this!" Ling Yanyan glared at him through the mirror.
On the contrary, Feng Zhiming smiled proudly, "I think it's great! This means that you have a wife, so that other men will not dare to have ideas for you."
"Disgusting!" Ling Yanyan turned around and took a dry towel, "You're too tall!" After letting him sit down on a chair nearby, she wiped his hair.
****** Dear friends, I'm sorry, I've been very busy with work recently, so today's update is a bit late...