Although Ling Yanyan had a smile on her face, she scolded him thousands of times in her heart.
"Thank you, my fiancé." Every word he said was like gritting his teeth.
"Thank you very much for being a witness to me and my fiancée. Now, I have to take my fiancée to dinner." After saying that, he picked her up as if no one else was around and walked directly to the car.
Feng Zhihao, Yang Yunfang and Wang Xueyi were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the villa. Of course they also saw the scene live on TV. It was difficult not to see it. Almost every station was broadcasting this scene.
Feng Zhihao threw the water glass in front of him to the ground angrily, "Call him and ask him to come back right away!"
Ling Yanyan sat in the car, took off the ring in her hand, and handed it to him, "President Feng, I'll give this back to you."
"You..." Feng Zhiming grabbed her wrist angrily, "Who allowed you to take it off?"
"No matter who you want to perform for, I will accompany you to the end, so of course I have to return such an expensive ring to you." Ling Yanyan said as if she was extremely polite.
Feng Zhiming pulled her over, "Ling Yanyan, I'm serious! If you take off the ring without my permission next time, I will be rude to you, do you believe it or not?" As he said that, he said again
Put the ring on her.
Ling Yanyan was stunned. Is what he said true?
The phone rang. Feng Zhiming glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button, "Hey, I got it. I'll be back now."
After hanging up the phone, he drove directly to the villa. Half an hour later, the car drove into the villa. Ling Yanyan was sitting in the car. Should she go in?
"Get off the car." Feng Zhiming saw her hesitation and uneasiness. Why did he think she was afraid?
Ling Yanyan glanced at him and lowered her head, "Isn't it appropriate for me to go in?"
"You are already my fiancée, what else is inappropriate?" Feng Zhiming got out of the car, opened the door for her, let her get out of the car, hugged her waist intimately, and walked into the hall of the villa.
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"Uncle, aunt, Mr. Wang, hello!" Ling Yanyan greeted, "How dare you bring him back!" When Feng Zhihao saw him walking in with Ling Yanyan in his arms, Feng Zhihao's anger rose again.
Feng Zhiming sat down on the single sofa, stretched out his hand, and Ling Yanyan sat firmly on his lap, and he held her waist intimately.
"Yanyan is my fiancée from today on. Is there anything wrong with me bringing her back?" Feng Zhiming declared Ling Yanyan's ownership.
Yang Yunfang looked at Ling Yanyan, and her disgust with her deepened. Last time she promised to leave her son, but now she has become her son's fiancée. "Son, why don't you follow such a big thing?
Let’s discuss it at home, do you still have your parents in your eyes?”
"Of course my own marriage is decided by me, you just need to accept it." Feng Zhiming said calmly, "Also, from today on, Yanyan will also live in this villa. I hope you can get along well.
"After saying that, he took Ling Yanyan directly to the second floor.
Walking into his room, it was decorated in a blue tone, "Isn't it good for you to do this? Besides, when did I agree to live here?" After arriving in his room, Ling Yanyan asked about his
There are also objections to the decision.
Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly, "You are now my fiancée. Don't you want to spend more time with your future parents-in-law?" He had decided to stay with her for the rest of his life, but she was so resistant.
"I..." Ling Yanyan ended her words and could only sit on the sofa sullenly.
Feng Zhiming sat down next to her, "I'm hungry." His hands moved irregularly on her exposed back.
"Go and eat when you are hungry!" Ling Yanyan broke away from his unruly hand and leaned to the side.
"But, it's you I want to eat." He bullied her directly and pushed her into the corner of the sofa, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
A thin kiss fell on her white neck, and his big hands pulled down the zipper on her back. The expensive dress left her body, and his big hands covered the softness of her chest without any gentleness, and kept rubbing it.
Squeezing, "Well..." Ling Yanyan couldn't help but moan, and wrapped her slender arms around him.
Feng Zhiming picked her up by the waist, walked to the big bed, and took off his clothes. The man's strength and the woman's softness fit tightly together. He buried deeply into her body, releasing the seeds of love.
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After the clouds and rain passed, Ling Yanyan lay tiredly in his arms. Feng Zhiming suddenly picked her up, walked into the bathroom, put warm water in the jacuzzi, and put her in.
Ling Yanyan originally closed her eyes to enjoy the comfort brought by the jacuzzi. When she felt that there was another person in the bathtub, she suddenly opened her eyes with surprise on her face.
"My fiancée, did I give you too many surprises today? Why are you so surprised?" Feng Zhiming's hands moved around her body.
Ling Yanyan pulled away his hand, "I'm very tired, don't move any more, I want to get up."
"But, if I don't move, who are you going to move?" He took her into his arms again, domineeringly preventing her from getting up.
Ling Yanyan rolled her eyes at him angrily, "As long as you are willing, there are many women who will come to your door."
"You disappoint me so much, but I will let you get the punishment you deserve. Just wait, I won't let you go tonight." Feng Zhiming closed his eyes and rested his head on his arms.
After taking a shower, Ling Yanyan could only put on Feng Zhiming's shirt, with the sleeves that were too long rolled up. The length was just right enough to be used as a skirt, but the white color was a bit see-through, which attracted people's imagination and could easily lead to crime.
No, there was one right in front of her, staring at her chest.
Feng Zhiming put on a nightgown, walked downstairs, and ordered the servants to prepare a meal. It was almost midnight, and this meal could already be said to be a midnight snack.
"Zhi Ming." Wang Xueyi was wearing translucent black gauze pajamas. She saw Feng Zhiming sitting in the living room with a lazy look and a cigarette in her hand.
Feng Zhiming raised his head and glanced at her, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Zhi Ming, do you really like Ling Yanyan? Is it true that you proposed to her?" Wang Xueyi had a sad expression on her face, her head lowered slightly.
He flicked the cigarette ashes lightly with his slender fingers, "Of course it's true." His expressions showed seriousness, but Wang Xueyi was extremely disappointed.
"What about Yuqing? Have you forgotten? Didn't you say you won't forget her?" Wang Xueyi gently tugged at the skirt of his clothes, and a layer of mist fell on her beautiful eyes.
Feng Zhiming took a puff of smoke and said, "Isn't this what you wanted? Make me forget about Yu Qing."