"Dad." Ling Yanyan looked at Ling Yunxiang who was in a daze and called him softly, "What's wrong?"
Ling Yunxiang came back to his senses and walked forward, "It's nothing."
"Dad, I want to go out for a walk." Ling Yanyan had never left the room. Now that the doctor said she could get out of bed and go for a walk, she couldn't wait to go out.
"Okay. Dad will accompany you." He took a thick coat and put it on her body, walked downstairs, and wandered in the garden of the apartment.
Enjoying the warm sunshine and breathing the fresh air, Ling Yanyan had a sweet smile on her face.
At this moment, her face was no longer sad, less sad, but there was a touch of happiness.
Maybe, only he can give her happiness, but for his happiness, she would rather not have her own happiness.
"Dad, I am very happy now." He leaned into Ling Yunxiang's arms, with a happy smile on his face.
Ling Yunxiang hugged her shoulders and said nothing, hoping that she could live such a simple and happy life for the rest of her life.
The marriage between the Feng and Mo families was held in the open-air venue of the largest hotel in the city. It was also a major event in the business world. All the media reporters came to the wedding scene. Wang Xueyi was dressed in a white gauze, while Feng Zhiming was dressed in black.
In tuxedos, the two of them stood arm in arm and said "I do", tearing the other person's heart to pieces.
Beside the tree in the corner, Ling Yunxiang supported Ling Yanyan, watching the lively wedding at the other end, and stopped his tears from falling down.
"Yanyan, go back!" Ling Yunxiang couldn't resist her, so he had to take her to the wedding venue.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Yes." It was time for her to leave.
The two of them got into the car together. The glass blocked everything. Feng Zhiming turned his head, but still didn't see anyone in the car.
"Go to the airport." Ling Yunxiang said to the driver calmly.
Feng Zhiming and Wang Xueyi also drove to the airport to see Mo Fangming and Shen Yushu back to the United States.
"Dad, Mom, be careful on the road."
I watched them enter the boarding gate and were about to leave.
A phone call from Li Rui made Feng Zhiming run around the airport like crazy.
"President, Miss Ling Yanyan and Ling Yunxiang appeared at the airport today."
She was also at the airport! She was indeed with Ling Yunxiang. He should have guessed it, but he didn't expect that Ling Yunxiang would hide so completely with Ling Yanyan.
However, their names were not found on the boarding list.
Returning to the villa exhausted, Wang Xueyi was wearing a red silk suspender skirt, "Zhiming, you are back? What have you been doing?"
At the airport, he hurriedly said a few words and ran away, and she waited for him for a long time when she returned to the villa.
"Nothing!" Feng Zhiming walked upstairs, threw away the suit on his body, sat on the sofa in the room, and drank wine boredly.
Wang Xueyi walked into the room, "Zhi Ming, we are already married, can't you look at me?" His indifference made her feel cold.
"I have fulfilled your wish. Let you become my legitimate wife, Feng Zhiming." Feng Zhiming drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Wang Xueyi sat down next to him, "You know that's not what I want. I just want your love."
He threw her away and said, "Wang Xueyi, I have already given you the status you want. My love has long been gone, how can I give it to you?"
Stand up and prepare to leave.
"No!" Wang Xueyi held him back, "Zhi Ming, I just ask you to love me, and you will love me, just like you love Yuqing."
Like he loves Yuqing, but Yuqing is no longer here, and Yanyan has also left. How much love does he still have?
"Please, I am the only one who truly loves you. Ling Yanyan has been living with Ling Yunxiang for a long time. The child Ling Yanyan is carrying is also Ling Yunxiang's. Isn't it just right that the child is gone? Could it be that she gave it to you?
If she is a cuckold, do you still want to raise the child she had with another man?" Wang Xueyi started to become hysterical.
"What did you say?! Do you know where Yanyan is?" Feng Zhiming held her arm with his backhand, leaving a bruise.
Wang Xueyi pointed to a file bag on the table, "Look at it yourself!"
Feng Zhiming let go of her and dumped the photos in the portfolio on the table. All he could see was Ling Yanyan leaning in Ling Yunxiang's arms. She smiled so sweetly. It turned out that her happiness did not lie with him.
Here, it is Ling Yunxiang.
Waving away with one hand, all the photos fell on the ground, "Wang Xueyi, just be your Mrs. Feng. I don't have love, so don't even think about asking me to love you."
"Is it because of that woman? That woman named Yan'er? She is pregnant with your child?" Wang Xueyi thought of her, it must be the one named Yan'er who occupied his heart.
"Just take care of the child in your belly. Also, I will not be the father of any child casually. Including the child in your belly." Feng Zhiming walked out of the room, slammed the door and left.
Wang Xueyi fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, "Feng Zhiming, how could you do this to me? How could you trample my love under your feet?"
The love she gave didn't get any response from him, and what she couldn't get, no one else could even think of getting it!
Feng Zhiming was very drunk, drove to the apartment, staggered upstairs, and knocked hard on the door with his big hands.
Yan'er, who was sleeping soundly in the room, dragged her slippers and came to open the door, "Who is it? It's so late at night, and you can't let anyone sleep. Don't you know I'm pregnant? Do I need enough sleep?" Opening the door,
Feng Zhiming's heavy body fell in, "Yanyan, Yanyan..."
Yan'er frowned, "Hey, wake up!" She patted his face with her little hand, "You can't lie at the door like this."
Feng Zhiming struggled to open his eyes, "You are not Yanyan, you are not Yanyan!"
"Of course I'm not Yanyan! You can't do this when you're drunk!" Yan'er's little face became tangled, and in the end he had to find the administrator to help him onto the sofa.
Looking at Yanyan lying on the sofa, she kept calling Yanyan, her little face was tangled, "Although you saved me and helped me unconditionally, can't you find another place when you are drunk? Moreover, today
Isn't it your wedding night?" She murmured to herself, but he didn't respond at all.
Yan'er was half leaning on the single sofa on the other side. It was really hard to take care of a drunken man. Why should she drink when she had nothing to do? I wanted to exhaust her to death!
Sleep came over her and she fell into a deep sleep.
Feng Zhiming woke up and rubbed his swollen and painful forehead. Why did he come here last night? Looking at Yan'er who was sleeping very uncomfortable beside him, was she taking care of him all night?
Struggling to sit up, she carried the person on the sofa to the bed in the room. The soft quilt made her moan comfortably, and then muttered, "Smelly man!"
These three words made Feng Zhiming frown. Who was she scolding? Is it him? Or a certain man?