Ling Yanyan was lying on the bed, her eyes were closed tightly, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was in a semi-conscious state.
Ling Yunxiang and a doctor stood beside the bed, "Hai Bo, how is Yanyan?"
Hong Haibo patted his shoulder, "She needs a good rest, and the baby in her belly is not stable. The vomiting last night was due to the joy, and her body is relatively weak." After Ling Yunxiang's friend Hong Haibo completed the diagnosis and treatment for Ling Yanyan,
Said to him.
"Yanyan is pregnant?" Ling Yunxiang looked at Hong Haibo in surprise, "You mean Yanyan is pregnant?"
Hong Haibo nodded, "Yes, but the situation is not very good. She must not be allowed to get out of bed until the child is stable."
"I know." Ling Yunxiang sighed slightly.
Hong Haibo patted his shoulder comfortingly, "I'll go back first. If you need anything, call me."
Ling Yunxiang sent Hong Haibo away, walked back to the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to push his messy long hair behind his ears.
Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, "Dad,"
"Yanyan, I'm sorry!" He held his daughter's hand in his.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "I'm fine." In order not to worry him, she forced a pale smile on her bloodless lips.
"You are pregnant with his child, right? Why did you choose to leave?" Ling Yunxiang didn't understand.
"Dad, he doesn't belong to me, he belongs to himself." She would not ask for more.
Ling Yunxiang touched her head and said, "Silly child."
"I am daddy's good daughter." Ling Yanyan raised the corners of her lips.
Ling Yunxiang's eyes were filled with mist, "You should have a good rest and don't be too tired."
Ling Yanyan closed her eyes, she was really tired.
Feng Zhiming walked out of the room and locked the door again, just wanting to seal everything in the past.
In the airport, Wang Xueyi stood at the exit holding Feng Zhiming affectionately. After a while, a middle-aged couple came out, Mo Fangming and Shen Yushu.
"Dad, Mom," Wang Xueyi greeted them and gave them a hug respectively.
Feng Zhiming also stepped forward and said, "Uncle, aunt." He nodded slightly.
"Zhi Ming, my parents must be tired after flying for more than ten hours. Let's take them back to the hotel first!" Wang Xueyi walked out of the airport with Shen Yushu on her arm, while Feng Zhiming and Mo Fangming followed behind.
After sending them to the hotel, Feng Zhihao and Yang Yunfang also arrived at the hotel. In the private room on the second floor, the group sat around the dining table, and the waiters served the meals one by one.
"Zhi Ming, I'm very happy that you can get over Yu Qing's death. Although Xueyi is not my biological daughter, I have always regarded her as my biological daughter. I am also very happy that you two can be together."
Shen Yushu said to him, with some guilt in her eyes, "You have missed a lot for Yuqing. I hope Xueyi can make you happy for a lifetime, and you can also give Xueyi a lifetime of happiness, okay?"
Feng Zhiming simply couldn't refuse. If Ling Yanyan was still here, would he refuse?
"Zhiming, what is your Aunt Mo asking you? Why don't you speak?" Yang Yunfang looked at her son sitting silently and called him.
Feng Zhiming raised his head, looked at Mo Fangming and Shen Yushu opposite him, and nodded.
"Great!" Yang Yunfang smiled happily when her son nodded. He didn't expect that his son would not listen to anyone, but he would not resist Mo Fangming and Shen Yushu.
Mo Fangming raised his glass and said, "Zhi Ming, uncle would like to give you a drink. Yu Qing is not so lucky, but I hope you can love Xueyi well."
Everyone's wine glasses clinked together, and in the midst of the celebration, everyone had a different mood.
Since the wedding date was set, major media and magazines began to report the news vigorously.
Feng Zhiming put all his energy into the company and even lived in the company's lounge for a week.
Ling Yunxiang put away all the magazines and newspapers, fearing that Ling Yanyan would be sad when he saw it, but how could he hide such big news?
Ling Yanyan still knew. Watching Feng Zhiming and Wang Xueyi hug each other tightly on TV, their extremely intimate behavior broke her heart.
Obviously I want to give up, but why am I still so heartbroken?
Baby, I'm sorry, mom made you a child without a father, I hope you can forgive mom.
"Yanyan." Ling Yunxiang walked into the room and saw Ling Yanyan sitting on the bed, looking at the TV screen in a daze, and walked forward, "Yanyan, do you want dad to go find him?"
Ling Yunxiang couldn't bear to see her daughter so sad.
"No! Dad, don't go!" Ling Yanyan stopped him. Now, everything is too late.
Ling Yunxiang stopped and said, "Yanyan, why do you have to wrong yourself so much?" She was so kind, so kind that it made him feel bad.
"Dad, I am not wronged at all. I have a father who loves me and a baby in my belly. I am very satisfied." Ling Yanyan smiled and nestled into his arms.
Love is gone, but now she has the family affection she has always expected, that's enough! She's not greedy...
It was already early in the morning, and Feng Zhiming was still sitting in the office. There was a knock on the door, "Come in."
Li Rui walked in, "President, Ling Yunxiang's villa has been empty and he has never gone back."
A simple word, extremely poignant, and full of sadness. This kind of pain is more painful than when Mo Yuqing died.
"President, Miss Xueyi came to see you many times today and said she was going to try on wedding dresses tomorrow." Li Rui reported to her.
Feng Zhiming nodded, "I understand, help me arrange time tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, he picked up his suit jacket and walked out of the office.
Driving the car, I arrived at the downstairs of the apartment. I rolled down the window and saw darkness.
If she were here, she would definitely turn on the light because she was afraid of the dark, and she turned on the light to wait for him to come back, but now, the light is no longer on.
"Yanyan, where have you been? Even if we don't have a child, we can still have one, why do we choose to run away? Or you don't love me at all!" Feng Zhiming shouted in his heart, he fell in love deeply,
But she chose to leave without leaving a word.
It was too painful to drive and leave the apartment, so in the end, he didn't have the courage to go up.
The car was driving on the road, with one hand holding the steering wheel and the other casually resting on the rolled-down window.
In the black night, a white figure ran out from the side of the road and crashed into his black RV, forming a sharp contrast.
Feng Zhiming hurriedly stepped on the brakes, got out of the car and helped up the woman in white who fell in front of the car, "Miss, are you okay?"
Her face was pale and she held him tightly with her little hands, "Please, save the child. Save my child." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell into a coma.
Feng Zhiming picked her up and drove to the hospital.
Looking at the unconscious person in the passenger seat, he smiled bitterly. He wished Yanyan would suddenly appear in front of him like her.
After the doctor's treatment, she had been sent to the general ward, and the baby in her belly was safe. Feng Zhiming looked at her, but the face of the person in front of him gradually changed into Ling Yanyan.
"Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming approached the bed. No, she is not Yanyan!