Tears flowed from her eyes, and pain filled her whole body. She walked aimlessly on the street. I don’t know how long it took. Ling Yanyan wandered on the street. The sky had already darkened. Where was she? She stretched out her hand to wipe her face.
With tears on my face, I raised my head and looked at the unfamiliar environment around me. I sighed helplessly and sat down on a wooden chair by the roadside.
The phone in her bag rang, and she knew who was calling without taking out her phone, because since Feng Zhiming dropped the phone, he not only bought her a new phone, but also gave her a new number. Now,
Except for him, no one should know her mobile phone number.
However, she really didn't want to answer. If she didn't answer, the phone would keep ringing. Finally, she took out the globally limited edition pink and purple sliding phone in her bag, slid open the cover, and said, "Hello."
"Why don't you answer the phone?" Feng Zhiming's voice on the other end of the phone was very unhappy.
Ling Yanyan was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I didn't hear it just now."
"Really?" He didn't quite believe it. "When will you come back? Did Mr. Ling keep you for dinner again?"
When Ling Yanyan heard him, she paused and said, "No, I will go back right away."
"Where are you? I'll pick you up." Feng Zhiming looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.
Ling Yanyan hesitated, "I, I'm..." She looked at the road sign and said, "Zhongchang Road."
Zhongchang Road? "What are you doing there?" Feng Zhiming searched for the address in his mind. This road was far away from the city.
"I, I will go back now!" Ling Yanyan answered eagerly, but avoided his question.
Feng Zhiming yelled: "Wait for me where you are, I'll drive over." Does this damn woman have to make him worry before she is willing to do it?
Before Ling Yanyan said her refusal, he had already hung up the phone and could only stay where he was, waiting for his arrival.
Her mood has not calmed down yet, but she still pretends that nothing happened because he is too sensitive.
Half an hour later, a black BMW stopped in front of her, the door opened, and Feng Zhiming, wearing a black suit, got out of the car.
"Ling Yanyan, what do you want? What are you doing here alone?" Feng Zhiming stood in front of her and kept yelling at her.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head, stretched out her little hand and pulled his sleeve, "I'm sorry!"
She threw herself into his arms and shed tears again.
"Don't cry!" Feng Zhiming felt a burst of moisture on his chest. This damn woman was becoming more and more ungrateful.
Ling Yanyan still buried her face in his chest and put her little hands around his waist.
"Why are you crying? Did I scold you wrong? You still have the nerve to cry." Feng Zhiming reluctantly held the little woman in his arms.
Ling Yanyan muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She didn't know why she wanted to cry as soon as she heard her voice, and the tears that had just stopped burst into her eyes again.
Feng Zhiming pulled her into the car. Had she been blown by the cold wind all afternoon? Why did she look like an iceman? He turned on the heater in the car, took off his suit jacket, and put it on her body.
, "Now you can tell me what happened."
"It's nothing! I'm just in a bad mood." Ling Yanyan laughed, trying to fool her.
Feng Zhiming squinted his eyes slightly, "You are in a bad mood, who messed with you? Also, have you finalized the design with Cheng?" She is so different now from before, and she always feels like she is preoccupied.
of.
"Uh, um..." Oh my god! She forgot about this.
Feng Zhiming stretched out his slender fingers and lifted her chin so that her face, which had been hanging down, was facing him. "Did you screw up?" Looking at her bitter face, he guessed.
"That's right! President, please transfer this case to the senior!" Ling Yanyan doesn't want to have any contact with Ling Yunxiang now. She doesn't want to confirm the authenticity of this matter or the photo. She just wants to treat it as
This never happened.
Feng Zhiming said nothing, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and prepared to drive back to the villa.
Ling Yanyan leaned against the car window and fell asleep after a while.
Feng Zhiming slowed down and drove slowly on the road. The original half-hour journey actually took two hours to reach the villa.
He gently carried her out of the car, and the woman in his arms buried herself in his chest habitually, rubbing her little face in front of his black silk shirt, and continued to sleep.
Feng Zhiming smiled and strode into the hall. As soon as he entered, three looks came over him, but he didn't care. He carried the girl in his arms to the room on the second floor and let her lie on the bed.
And covered her with a quilt.
Walking back to the hall, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Feng Zhihao stared at his son who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, "Do you still have us in your eyes?" When he saw his son walking in with a woman in his arms, he walked upstairs without saying a word. For that woman, he
This son has no respect for his parents at all.
"Dad, you are wrong to say that. Of course I have you and Mom in my eyes." Feng Zhiming lit a cigarette and smoked it one puff at a time.
Yang Yunfang came over and snatched the cigarette from his hand, "Didn't you see that Xueyi is sitting here? She is pregnant. Can you put up with your smoking addiction? When did your craving for smoking become so strong?"
After the smoke was extinguished, he kept chattering.
Feng Zhiming stood up and said, "Then I'll go up first." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the second floor, then turned back and said, "Mama Zhang, get some food and bring it to my room."
Ling Yanyan was still sleeping deeply. Wasn't she a night owl? What stimulation had she received in the afternoon? Her eyebrows furrowed, and she was still so uneasy in her sleep. A big hand touched her face.
Her curled eyelashes flashed, and she opened her sleepy eyes, looking at everything familiar, and said, "I fell asleep." He sat up and looked at Feng Zhiming on the edge of the bed, with an apologetic look on his face.
"Are you hungry?" Feng Zhiming held her in his arms and asked softly.
It was okay if I didn't mention it, but when I mentioned it, I felt hungry and nodded, "I'm hungry, but you didn't eat either, I'm sorry!" If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be hungry. It's almost midnight now, so it's okay
Dinner? It’s a late night snack.
At this time, Zhang Ma brought the prepared meal in.
The two sat side by side at the coffee table, eating their dinner bite by bite. Ling Yanyan put down her chopsticks and looked at his side face, "Hmm... Zhi Ming." Hesitating on what to say.
"Just say what you want to say!" He also put down his chopsticks and put his arm around her shoulders.
Ling Yanyan forced out a smile, "I have something to ask of you."
He rolled his eyes, he already knew that she was up to no good, so what's the big deal?
But he still asked calmly: "If it's not a good thing, don't say anything."