"Mom, it's okay if I sit with you for a while." Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming and said, "Zhiming, sit down too! I'll pour you some tea."
Feng Zhiming sat down on another chair and drank the tea poured by Ling Yanyan, "This is pretty much it."
"You two!" Yang Yunfang shook her head, "How about I give this place to you two to live together?"
"No need! Mom."
"Okay!" Feng Zhiming nodded shamelessly.
Ling Yanyan patted the hand he stretched out to her, "Why are you like this?"
"Yanyan, have you seen this son? Alas!" After saying that, she stood up and walked into the hall.
Instead, Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan and took a deep breath, "I haven't been so relaxed for a long time. It feels so good to be at home with my wife."
Ling Yanyan leaned on his shoulder, "Should I go to the company tomorrow?"
"You decide for yourself." Feng Zhiming actually knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.
"Of course I'm going! I messed up the minutes of today's meeting. I'll be embarrassed if I don't have the minutes of this meeting next time." Ling Yanyan had a sad look on her face when she thought of this.
Feng Zhiming drank tea but did not speak. The two of them sat there until evening before returning to the room.
The whole night, Ling Yanyan didn't sleep well and kept worrying. She got up early in the morning and stood on the balcony.
"Why are you up so early?" As soon as Feng Zhiming opened his eyes, he saw Ling Yanyan standing on the balcony, walking towards her and hugging her from behind.
"It's nothing, I just can't sleep." Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms and said lightly.
"Okay, isn't it just a meeting record? I see you are so worried." Feng Zhiming held her hand.
Ling Yanyan turned around and looked at him, "It's easy for you to say that. It's not like I've never been your assistant. I know the importance of an executive meeting and a meeting minute."
Ling Yanyan didn't speak until she arrived at the company. Feng Zhiming was also sitting in the office. Ling Yanyan went to the tea room. The hot water in the kettle in her hand was poured out and accidentally splashed on her hand. When she loosened her hand,
The kettle fell to the ground, making a loud noise.
Feng Zhiming walked out of the office quickly, "What's wrong? Yanyan?" Looking at the water on the ground that was still steaming hot, "Did you burn anything?"
"I'm fine. My hand slipped, so..." Ling Yanyan was really shocked just now.
"Okay, okay, it's okay." Feng Zhiming walked back to the office with Ling Yanyan on his arm, and told his secretary to go to the tea room to tidy up.
Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat on the sofa, gently blowing on the red back of her hand.
"Why am I so clumsy at everything?" Ling Yanyan lowered her head slightly.
Feng Zhiming held her hand and stroked her back. "I have asked Secretary Chen to take the meeting minutes," Feng Zhiming said to her.
"Really?" A smile immediately appeared on Ling Yanyan's face, but less than three seconds later, the smile on Ling Yanyan's face immediately froze, "Why did you ask Secretary Chen to prepare it?"
"Secretary Chen brought a voice recorder and kept it on the conference table. Didn't you see it?" Feng Zhiming said to her.
Ling Yanyan shook her head.
"I've known for a long time that you were absent-minded yesterday, always thinking about other men. I am your husband, and I am the one you should care about." Feng Zhiming tightened his hand on her waist.
Ling Yanyan raised her face and looked at him, "I'm sorry. From now on, you are the most important person here for my whole life." Ling Yanyan took his hand and placed it on her heart, "But,
Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was worried yesterday. You did it on purpose, right? Are you happy because you deliberately made me worry? "How can there be such a hateful man? Or is it her husband?
"Then do you dare to think about other men in the future?" Feng Zhiming glared at her.
"Why are you so stingy? I'm just worried about him, and I just want to thank him." Ling Yanyan looked at him, "Zhiming, you really care about me, right?"
Feng Zhiming smiled, "I don't care about you, who do I care about?"
"So, you are becoming more and more stingy now?" Ling Yanyan looked up at him, with a slight arc at the corner of her lips.
"I am still very generous. I have not refused any of your requests." Feng Zhiming said with a straight face on purpose.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "What!"
"Don't you know? It seems I'd better take action." Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Okay! I know everything." Ling Yanyan hugged him back.
"This is my good wife." Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, Ling Yanyan quickly broke away from his arms, Feng Zhiming chuckled, "Come in."
Secretary Chen came in with a cup of coffee and a cup of juice and put them on the coffee table. As soon as she turned around, Ling Yanyan stopped her, "Secretary Chen, thank you."
Secretary Chen smiled and said, "Madam, you're welcome." Then he walked out of the office.
Ling Yanyan picked up the coffee and handed it to Feng Zhiming, "Husband, please drink coffee."
Feng Zhiming took a sip of coffee and put the coffee cup back on the coffee table, "Honey, actually, I don't have to ask you to do anything. You just need to be my favorite wife. I will love you and love you forever."
I will pamper you forever."
"But, isn't life too short?" Ling Yanyan pouted and looked up at him.
"Then there will be the next life, the next life, the next life, the next life, the next life..." Feng Zhiming continued, Ling Yanyan stretched out her index finger and placed it on his lips, "Enough, enough, there is
If you love me so much and I demand so much, God will definitely think I'm too greedy." There was water in the black eyes.
Feng Zhiming looked at her, "Fool, why are you crying? You are not greedy at all. I am greedy. I want to keep you by my side forever and not let other men get close to you."
"Really?" Ling Yanyan looked at him, "Do you really want to only love me? Do you really only want me?"
"Of course! Have I lied to you?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and still couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks, and crystal tears fell.
"Then you are not allowed to look at other women in the future, nor are you allowed to get too close to other women, no..." Ling Yanyan kept saying.
Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "Okay, as long as it's what you say, I agree."
Ling Yanyan fell into his arms and leaned against him quietly. After a long time, she got up from his arms and said, "Go to work!"
"In a good mood?" Feng Zhiming finally smiled as he looked at her face.
"I was in a good mood! Because I'm with you!" Ling Yanyan pointed to the documents on the desk, "You still have a lot of work! Do you need to work overtime at night?"
Because half a day has almost passed, and I looked at the red marks on my hands, "Zhi Ming, from now on, I'd better stay at home with my mother to take care of Yiyi and Chenchen. I find that I can't help you here.