"But..." Wang Xueyi didn't say anything. He only waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want to hear it.
"Sir, the meal you requested is ready." The servant came out of the kitchen carrying a dinner plate.
"Send it to my room." Feng Zhiming put out the cigarette and said, "Xueyi, go up and have a rest! Wear so little, so don't catch a cold." After saying that, he strode towards the second floor.
Ling Yanyan looked at the sumptuous meal brought by the servant, and within a minute, Feng Zhiming also walked in.
"You are hungry. Let's eat." He pulled her over and sat next to him. "Originally I wanted to treat you to a big meal, but now I can only let you eat this. I can only treat you to a big meal some other time. Don't you mind?"
Right?" Feng Zhiming said as he picked up some vegetables and handed them to her.
Ling Yanyan picked up the chopsticks and reached for another dish, "I like to eat this." Deliberately, definitely deliberately going against him.
Feng Zhiming didn't pay attention and stuffed the dish into his mouth.
Even if she no longer wanted to eat the food he served, he still kept serving her food.
Ling Yanyan's heart also softened, "You should also eat more." She picked up the vegetables and put them in his bowl.
"It would be nice if you were more sincere." Feng Zhiming pressed forward.
Ling Yanyan stared at him, picked up a piece of fish, and handed it to his mouth, "Is this sincere? President Feng."
Feng Zhiming nodded proudly and opened his mouth to eat.
The sweet laughter from the two people in the room all reached the ears of Wang Xueyi who was standing at the door.
Ling Yanyan, you won’t be able to laugh like this for long. Now that you can laugh, just laugh as much as you want!
Suddenly, she changed into an unfamiliar environment. Even though he was by her side, Ling Yanyan still didn't sleep well all night.
He got up early and stood in front of the window, still wearing Feng Zhiming's shirt, with his arms folded.
Feng Zhiming opened his eyes and saw her back, a long black shadow drawn by the rising sun.
"Why are you up so early?" Feng Zhiming hugged her waist from behind.
Ling Yanyan leaned back and leaned into his arms without speaking.
After a long time, he turned around and looked at the dress in front of him. He had thrown away the dress. Now, except for the evening dress he wore last night, there was no other clothes to change into.
Feng Zhiming put on a purple shirt, brought a silver-gray tie, and handed it to Ling Yanyan.
She took it and tied his tie naturally.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Sir, Mr. Li has delivered something." Feng Zhiming walked to open the door, took the bag handed by the servant, and closed the door again.
"Put it on." He handed the bag to Ling Yanyan.
He could always understand her thoughts, watching her frown slightly as she looked at the dress, and was always willing to change into it.
After putting on a white shirt and beige suit, Feng Zhiming hugged him tightly and walked downstairs.
Not surprisingly, Feng Zhihao and Yang Yunfang were glared at, sitting on the sofa with unhappy faces, while Wang Xueyi buried all the displeasure on her face.
Sitting at the dining table, Feng Zhiming deliberately and intimately handed her a sandwich with jam on it, and asked her to squeeze the tomato juice.
Ling Yanyan ate her breakfast uncomfortably, while Feng Zhiming did not care at all and made intimate gestures to her from time to time.
Wang Xueyi sat across from her and looked at them. She just took a sip of milk when a fishy smell came over her. She felt nauseated and hurriedly ran into the bathroom and retched into the toilet.
After rinsing his mouth with water, he walked back to the dining table. His face didn't look good, "Xue Yi, what's wrong with you?" Yang Yunfang asked with concern.
Wang Xueyi took a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, "I don't know what's going on. I always feel like I have a bad appetite recently. I always feel nauseous and want to vomit. Maybe I have a bad stomach."
He seemed to say it carelessly, but Yang Yunfang took it into his heart.
"Xue Yi, are you pregnant?" Yang Yunfang's face was filled with surprise.
Ling Yanyan almost dropped the sandwich she was holding. Pregnant? Is she pregnant?
Wang Xueyi put down her napkin and said, "Auntie, after you mentioned it, I seem to be..." She spoke halfway, leaving others in their reverie.
"Then it must be." Yang Yunfang happily said to Feng Zhihao beside her, "Husband, it seems that we will be able to have a grandson in the near future."
Feng Zhiming glanced sideways at Wang Xueyi, "Will it be mine? But the person next to me is my future wife." He put his hand on Ling Yanyan's shoulder.
"My children should be worthy of my wife, right?" Feng Zhiming said as he put a hand on Ling Yanyan's belly.
Feng Zhi slammed his chopsticks on the table with no force, "You can't say something nice so early in the morning. In this life, I will only recognize Xueyi as the daughter-in-law of our Feng family, not this ignorant woman.
" Then he turned around and glared at Ling Yanyan, who had been silent next to his son.
"Today, I will accompany Xueyi to the hospital. If she is really pregnant, you will get married." Yang Yunfang also gave an ultimatum.
Feng Zhiming pulled Ling Yanyan aside and said, "It's up to you." After saying this, he took her out of the villa.
Ling Yanyan never spoke or looked at him.
What should she do? She should obviously let go, her fingers kept touching the diamond ring on her ring finger.
If she left him, she would be heartbroken, really heartbroken. But knowing that he would never belong to her, she still greedily wanted to stay with him one more day.
"Why haven't you spoken?" Feng Zhiming saw worry and conflict in her eyes.
Ling Yanyan turned her head and said, "No! It's just that I'm suddenly not used to it." A smile appeared on her face.
"Are you angry after hearing what your parents said?" Feng Zhiming looked ahead and drove the car intently.
Ling Yanyan was irritated by what he said, "Who wants to be angry! I'm not bored enough to get angry over such a trivial matter."
"I'm really disappointed. You won't be jealous if I marry another woman," Feng Zhiming sighed slightly, pretending.
What an arrogant, arrogant, and disgusting man! He must show how good he is in front of her?
The car arrived at the company. Feng Zhiming parked the car at the door and asked Li Rui to drive to the garage. He deliberately hugged her intimately and walked into the hall.
Of course, if anyone in the entire company didn't know about such a big event last night, they would definitely be despised.
"Good morning, CEO, good morning Assistant Ling Te." As soon as they saw the two of them coming in, everyone greeted them one after another.
Then, he watched the two of them enter the president's exclusive elevator.
Ling Yanyan finally broke away from him forcefully, "Do you have to be like this to be happy?" She yelled at him loudly.
It was enough to save face just now, but now, there were only two of them left, and she no longer needed to be eaten up by him just to save face for him.