Wang Xueyi shook her head, "Aunt, no, I don't want to eat right now. I'll prepare it, I have to go to the company later!" She stood up, and before she left the table, Yang Yunfang stopped her. "Xueyi, you
If you don't feel well today, just rest at home! Today, I will make a call to the United States and ask your godfather and godmother to come with you."
"However, there are still many things that have not been dealt with in the company." Wang Xueyi said in embarrassment.
Feng Zhihao, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "Let Zhiming handle the company's affairs by himself. You are the future daughter-in-law of our Feng family. You should be careful about your health and take good care of the child in your belly."
"Yes, uncle, I listen to you." Wang Xueyi sat back at the dining table.
Feng Zhiming drank all the coffee in his cup, stood up, and said, "I'm going to work." Then he pulled Ling Yanyan away from him.
After sitting in the car, Feng Zhiming took out the silk scarf from his pocket, leaned over and tied it back around her neck.
So, did he want them to see it? Then who is she?
He turned his head and looked out the window without speaking. The car speed gradually increased. Ling Yanyan, who was in the passenger seat, felt the acid water in her stomach rising up. She grabbed his sleeve with her little hand and said, "Stop, stop!"
"With a squeaking sound, the brakes were stepped on, rubbing against the ground. As soon as the car stopped, Ling Yanyan opened the door, squatted on the ground, and retched. There was nothing left in her stomach. She had lost her appetite these days.
None of them are good, maybe my stomach is not good.
"Are you okay?" Feng Zhiming held a bottle of drinking water in his hand, handed it to her, and asked her to rinse her mouth.
Ling Yanyan sat back in the car, "It's okay, maybe my stomach is not good. I'll buy some medicine and it will be fine."
"Let's go get something to eat! What do you want to eat?" Feng Zhiming slowed down the car and asked Ling Yanyan beside him.
"I want to eat ice cream and mango mousse." She suddenly wanted to eat something cold and dessert.
Feng Zhiming had no objection and drove to his destination. Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a restaurant in Mayly, a professional dessert restaurant in Taipei.
Ling Yanyan ate small spoonfuls of blueberry ice cream, and on the other side was a piece of mango mousse for two people.
Feng Zhiming watched her eating with relish and shook his head helplessly. After she had eaten everything in front of her, he asked her: "Ling Yanyan! Do you want to eat these desserts?
You don’t know how to eat, do you?”
Ling Yanyan blinked playfully, then stuck out her tongue, "No! I'm not that scheming."
After leaving the restaurant, the two returned to the company.
As soon as Ling Yanyan entered the office, she saw Li Minghao sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee leisurely, which surprised Ling Yanyan.
"How will you be here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Li Minghao asked.
Ling Yanyan sat down at her desk, "Mr. Li, may I ask, is your company going to close down?"
"Do you want my company to go bankrupt?" Li Minghao walked up to her and shrugged indifferently, "If you do, I have no objection."
Ling Yanyan sighed helplessly, "This has nothing to do with whether I hope or not. If I really hope, I hope you can go back to work in your company well."
"Okay! Let's talk business then. Our company now has a project, and I want to hand over the design to you. How about it? Are you willing?" Li Minghao put the information in his hand in front of her.
Ling Yanyan did not read the information, "Mr. Li, I'm so sorry. I'm just a small design assistant. I can't make the decision on this kind of thing. You can go to the general manager!" She wished she could stay as far away from him as possible.
Why would you take over his design now?
Li Minghao had a little disappointment on his face, "Yanyan, you are so heartless! You don't even give me a chance in business. I still like you so much."
"Don't be like this." Ling Yanyan didn't want to hurt anyone's heart, but inadvertently, she hurt an innocent person. "I can only say I'm sorry."
Li Minghao took back the information on the table and said, "Yanyan, you know what I want to hear is not that I'm sorry, but you have decided on this plan, do you believe it?" After saying that, he walked out of her office.
Ling Yanyan leaned weakly on the chair. Why was she so tired recently? She put her hand on her forehead. After a long time, she turned on the computer and started drawing on the drawing software. However, no matter how she did it, she couldn't get a satisfactory drawing effect.
Feng Zhiming was sitting in the office when the phone rang. He looked at the incoming call and picked up the phone.
"Auntie," Feng Zhiming stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
"Zhi Ming, I heard that Xueyi is pregnant. I want to wait for your uncle to take care of the affairs in the United States and take time to come back to Taipei to see you. I am really happy when I heard the news. It means that you have already
I have emerged from the shadow of Yu Qing's death." Shen Wanrong smiled lightly on the other end of the phone.
"Okay. Auntie, I have to go to a meeting now. When the time comes, come to Taipei and make a call. I will pick you and uncle up in person." Feng Zhiming's expression was a little unnatural, and he hung up the phone, with deep eyes.
Looking into the distance, I felt a sense of irritation.
After walking out of the office, he took the elevator to the design department and gestured with his hands to all the employees working in the lobby of the design department to keep quiet. The employees all seemed to understand in their minds and believed that the relationship between the president and Assistant Ling was a couple.
He put his big hand on the door handle, opened the door and went in. He saw Ling Yanyan lying in front of the desk, her chin resting on her hands, her eyes closed. He came in and stood for a long time without noticing.
Feng Zhiming walked up to her and ran his big hands down her long hair, from the top to the end. Ling Yanyan then opened her eyes and raised her head.
"It's you? Why are you here?" Doesn't this mean that all the colleagues outside have seen it, and they will definitely guess outside. His little face suddenly fell.
"President, what do you want from me?" Ling Yanyan stood up and walked to the farthest distance from him.
Feng Zhiming smiled, "Are you so far away from me now? It's too late!" He understood her petty nature very well.
"What do you mean?" Ling Yanyan looked at him and asked in confusion.
Feng Zhiming walked towards her and held her in his arms, "You are too alert. I have been standing here for a long time. What do you think they think we will do here?" With a look of joy, only
Only she can calm his mood.
"Uh, no way! You are the CEO!" Ling Yanyan pretended not to care, but her heart was tangled up.