Tears flowed from Ling Yanyan's eyes and wet his clothes. She suddenly had the warmth of home, let her selfishly hope for once!
Feng Zhiming's hand on her waist tightened unconsciously, and Junshuai's face was filled with worry. He had always felt uneasy recently, fearing that Ling Yanyan would leave, and felt that she would leave from time to time.
Disappeared, and he could never find her again.
Ling Yanyan lay on the bed with her eyes closed tightly. She didn't open her eyes until the sound of even breathing came from the person next to her. She looked at the sleeping man. She actually fell in love with him. She didn't know if it was a mistake.
Or is it right? However, when she thinks that Wang Xueyi is already pregnant with his child, is her persistence still necessary? No matter what, Feng Zhihao and Yang Yunfang will try their best to let him and Wang Xueyi be together.
Her little hands climbed up to his handsome face and moved around his handsome face. She could remember his face even if she closed her eyes. She moved closer to his face, pressed her pink lips one by one, and finally kissed him slightly.
Upturned sexy thin lips.
Suddenly, he felt the big hands on his waist using his neck, making her softness fit against his strong body, and what was originally a kiss like a dragonfly passively turned into a deep kiss for him.
Well, Ling Yanyan struggled breathlessly, until he let her go, she gasped for air.
"You, aren't you asleep?" Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest and said in a muffled voice.
Feng Zhiming kissed her gently on her hair, smelling the nice smell of her shampoo. "Do you need to kiss me secretly when I'm asleep?" Feng Zhiming said while holding back his laughter.
Ling Yanyan raised her head and opened her eyes wide, "You did it on purpose! You pretended to be asleep!"
Feng Zhiming smiled and said nothing. In fact, he was not pretending to sleep, but he had been sleeping lightly recently. As long as she turned over, he could wake up.
"Since you're all awake, let's..." As she said that, she reached out and took off the silk nightgown on her body. The kiss fell directly on the pink bud on her chest. Ling Yanyan had no way to resist and could only let it go.
He controls everything, including her body.
Feng Zhiming lay on her delicate body, breathing heavily, still buried in her body, his fullness filling her entire body, "We want a child, give birth to a child for me!" He was in her
said in his ear.
Ling Yanyan trembled, child! Can she have his child?
With a low growl, he continued to release the seeds of his love inside her body.
The two people, dripping with sweat, lay hugging each other. Ling Yanyan fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, and Feng Zhiming's hand touched her flat belly.
If she has his child, can she fill the vacancy? He actually has some expectations!
He loves her, he loves Ling Yanyan! This realization shocked him!
How could he fall in love with her? Mo Yuqing has always existed in his heart, how could Ling Yanyan occupy Yuqing's place in his heart like this.
The sky lit up, and the sunlight shone into the room through the gauze curtains. Feng Zhiming did not open his eyes, still holding the sleeping person in his arms. Recently, she has become more and more fond of sleeping. She used to get up early, but now she is eight
I ordered it, but I was still in a sweet sleep.
Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed her face, licking the tip of his wet tongue. The tickling feeling made her open her sleepy eyes. She pushed him with her little hand and said, "I'll sleep for another five minutes." She mumbled and continued to close her eyes.
Go to sleep.
This habit is very similar to that of Mo Yuqing. Mo Yuqing also likes to stay in bed. However, Yuqing's habit of staying in bed was only after she became pregnant. Could it be...?
Feng Zhiming's hand touched her still flat belly again. Is there a little life here? No! Probably not! Ling Yanyan has always loved staying in bed.
Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, rubbed them vigorously, "Morning." She said good morning to Feng Zhiming, who was staring at her.
Feng Zhiming raised the corners of his lips and kissed her directly on the lips.
One of Ling Yanyan's little hands was pressed against his chest, and the other little hand reached out to grab the restless hands under the quilt, "You're going to be late for work!"
Feng Zhiming finally stopped, lifted the quilt directly, got out of bed, took the nightgown from the side, put it on, turned around, and saw Ling Yanyan still had her eyes closed, and pulled the quilt away mercilessly,
Ling Yan, who was still naked, opened her eyes. The hickeys on her body were exposed to the air. She grabbed the quilt and covered it again. Her beautiful eyes widened and stared at the hateful man in front of her.
Feng Zhiming completely ignored her angry look, walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and then walked back to the bedroom with wet hair.
Ling Yanyan walked into the bathroom without even looking at him.
Did she not open her eyes? However, she really still wanted to sleep. She took a bath in a daze and walked out wrapped in a bath towel, but his figure was gone.
Ling Yanyan just reached out and picked up the clothes on the side. The door was opened, and Feng Zhiming walked in carrying a familiar suitcase. "You want to stay in the villa, I will ask Li Rui to go to the apartment to pick you up."
I brought all my clothes."
Ling Yanyan looked at the clothes in the silver-gray suitcase, then looked at Feng Zhiming in front of her, "Thank you." She pressed a kiss on his cheek and took out a set of pink clothes from the suitcase.
She put on a dress and tied a silk scarf of the same color around her white neck, just to cover up the hickey on her neck.
Feng Zhiming crossed his arms and leaned against the door to look at her. She still had a beautiful face without applying any cosmetics. "What's wrong with me?" Ling Yanyan was stared at all over her body, looking at her seriously from top to bottom.
After reading it once, he asked.
He approached her and gently pulled with his slender fingers, and the silk scarf around her neck was pulled off directly. "It looks better this way." The smile on his face was very evil.
Ling Yanyan stretched out her hand to grab it back, but he avoided it, "This won't work!"
His hands covered his neck.
Feng Zhiming stuffed the scarf directly into his suit pocket, pulled her up and walked downstairs.
He was sitting leisurely in the restaurant, drinking coffee, while Ling Yanyan looked at the toast in front of her but had no appetite. She just took a symbolic bite to show that breakfast was ready, while Wang Xueyi also looked like she had no appetite.
Looking at the chicken soup in front of him, he showed his special treatment.
When he saw the dark red hickey on her neck, hatred climbed onto Wang Xueyi's face, damn vixen, I won't let you be proud for too long!
As long as she has a child in her belly, then only she, Wang Xueyi, is worthy of being the wife of the CEO of Feng Group!
She reached out and pushed the chicken soup in front of her, "Auntie, I don't have much appetite, otherwise, let Yanyan drink this bowl of chicken soup!" Wang Xueyi reached out and covered her mouth, looking like she was about to vomit.
"Xueyi, are you feeling uncomfortable? It doesn't matter if you don't like chicken soup. I'll let Zhang Ma prepare whatever you like." Yang Yunfang looked at her dotingly.