Feng Zhiming pulled her up from the swing, "What is so sad? Or are you hiding something from me?" he asked pretending not to care.
"No! Why are you so sensitive?" Ling Yanyan smiled and pulled him towards the room.
Feng Zhiming said nothing and walked into the room with her.
Ling Yanyan was taken to a room by the dean, "Yanyan, there is something I want to tell you."
"What's going on, Dean, you are so serious!" Ling Yanyan looked at the Dean sitting next to her strangely.
The dean's hand held her little hand, "Yanyan, if your father comes, what will you do? Do you want to see him?" While asking her, looking at her face, she understood Yanyan
, her emotions were written on her face, but when she heard the dean's question, she was surprisingly calm.
"Dean, is someone looking for me?" Ling Yanyan was confused and conflicted.
"Your father came here and has been asking about you. But I couldn't contact you some time ago, so I didn't tell her your news. I think this matter still depends on your own wishes." The dean said to her.
After all, Yanyan has grown up and she should be able to make her own decisions about her affairs.
The old photo appeared in Ling Yanyan's mind, and she stood up suddenly, "I have no father! I have no father, I am just an orphan!"
The dean also stood up and took Ling Yanyan's hand, "Yanyan, don't do this." Her sudden reaction made the dean at a loss.
Ling Yanyan fell down on the sofa, hugging her knees with her hands, "Why did he abandon me for no reason in the first place, and why did he come to me now? Why?" She cried silently.
The dean stepped forward and held her in his arms until she became calm and stopped sobbing.
"Yanyan, listen to me. At that time, he had no choice but to send you here. Moreover, now that he is back, why don't you give him a chance to make amends?" The dean can feel this as a father.
The helplessness of abandoning his daughter, and the eagerness he felt when he came here to find Yanyan.
A chance to make amends? Ling Yanyan is confused. Does he have such a chance?
Wiping away the tears on his face, he said, "I need time to think about it." Can he still fill the gap of so many years? The past is the past!
After walking out of the room, she saw the children surrounding Feng Zhiming. A feeling of warmth surged into her heart. She took a deep breath and walked towards them with a smile on her face.
Feng Zhiming saw her red and swollen eyes, but he didn't ask or say anything. After staying in the orphanage for a whole day, until evening, Feng Zhiming held her hand tightly and walked in the newly built grounds of the orphanage.
inside.
"Thank you." Ling Yanyan did not expect that he would do this. Not only did he not demolish the old building, he also expanded the orphanage and added many new facilities.
Feng Zhiming put his arms around her slender waist and said, "I hope you show it with actions." With a wicked smile on his face, he held her thin cheeks with his big hands, lowered his head and put his lips directly on hers.
Slender arms unconsciously wrapped around his waist, responding enthusiastically to his passionate kiss.
After returning to the villa, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Ling Yanyan sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She didn't know how long she sat there until Feng Zhiming came up from downstairs. "Are you tired?" his voice came softly.
Ling Yanyan shook her head and stood up, but felt a wave of dizziness coming over her. He supported her in time and let her collapse in his arms.
The two of them lay quietly on the bed, leaving only the soft light emitted by the wall lamp above the bed. They closed their eyes and neither of them spoke.
Ling Yanyan smelled his unique manly breath. Since when did he become her everything and her support? She got used to his presence.
Feng Zhiming opened his dark and deep eyes, looking at her pale face and the faint shadow under her eyes. Her fragility made him feel distressed, but she still couldn't sincerely give him the love in her heart, just for that
A contract? But doesn't she understand it now? That contract is just a piece of waste paper. She is what he really wants.
Recently, she has been uneasy, she looks preoccupied, and she always wakes up from her dreams in the middle of the night, which makes him feel uneasy, as well as the photos he occasionally sends, the scenes he accidentally sees, everything, it is obvious that
She said that she was hiding something from him.
Who took the photo? What is the purpose? He stretched out his arms and hugged the person in his arms tightly, "Yu Qing." Unconsciously, the person in his arms froze.
It's Yuqing again. Is the only person he loves from the beginning to the end? Then who is she?
No! As long as he doesn't let her leave, then she is his woman. It doesn't matter to her whether it is Mo Yuqing or Ling Yanyan.
One day, if he lets her leave and his heart belongs elsewhere, then she will leave!
Everything is still the same, the work has been reduced by a large part, and it seems more boring every day. I draw on the drawing, and the drawing gradually takes shape. It is a white and cozy cabin. Looking at the finished drawing, a smile appears on my face.
She really hoped to have such a home and live an ordinary life with her loved ones.
At this time, the office door was opened and Feng Zhiming walked in. Ling Yanyan quickly took a folder to hold the drawings and greeted him with a smile.
"Let's have lunch together." He glanced at the folder on his desk and walked out of the office with his arms around her.
The luxury RV stopped in front of a Western restaurant. When the receptionist saw Feng Zhiming, he bowed and said, "President Feng, please come this way."
The decoration is elegant and fresh. You can see the scenery outside by the window. The meals are served one by one not long after.
There was also a bouquet of large pink roses. "Do you like it?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and asked lightly.
She nodded unnaturally, "Thank you, I like it very much." Although there was a little surprise, her mood was happy.
A bottle of French red wine from 1974 was gently shaken in a crystal clear glass, and the two goblets were touched gently, taking a sip.
The pleasant lunch turned a little quiet after the appearance of one person.
"President Feng, what a coincidence, Assistant Ling." When Ling Yunxiang's voice sounded, Ling Yanyan's body stiffened, and she forced out an ugly smile, "Mr. Ling."
Ling Yunxiang's eyes stared at her, "Yanyan." The two faint words caused the three people present to fall into silence.
Ling Yanyan stood up suddenly, "I'm sorry, I have something to do and I have to leave first." She picked up the handbag on the side and walked out of the restaurant.