As the sky lit up, Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and rubbed her temples, "It hurts!"
When I wanted to turn over and get out of bed, I felt a strong arm hugging my waist tightly.
She really drank too much last night, and she didn't expect that he would bring her here again. She stretched out her hand to pull away the arm, but was hugged tighter.
"Let go!" Ling Yanyan clearly felt that he was simply closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.
"Are you awake? You are lonely, so you drink to drown your sorrows?" Feng Zhiming's face came close to hers, magnifying it in front of her eyes.
Lonely? Is she lonely? "You just drank too much!" Ling Yanyan shouted at him.
Feng Zhiming turned over and pressed her under him, "Ling Yanyan, I said, you are my woman!"
"Not anymore." Ling Yanyan wanted to push him away, but he held her firmly underneath him.
Not since the day she left five years ago.
"You have another man, right?" Feng Zhiming's tone sounded unhappy.
"What are you talking about?" Ling Yanyan didn't know what he was talking about.
Feng Zhiming's face was filled with anger, "Am I talking nonsense? I'll tell you right now that I'm not talking nonsense. Moreover, you, Ling Yanyan, are still my woman. You can't leave my side without my permission!" His kiss was fierce.
She fell to the ground, there was no tenderness, only a domineering and punitive kiss on her pink lips.
"Um...let it go..." As soon as Ling Yanyan opened her mouth, his tongue took the opportunity to penetrate her deeply, intertwining tightly with hers.
Ling Yanyan could only punch his solid back with her fists.
He didn't let go until both of them were breathless. However, the kiss moved down, and he nibbled on the stamen on her chest through her pajamas.
"Feng Zhiming, don't touch me!" Ling Yanyan resisted with her hands and feet.
"I can't touch you, then who can touch you? Which man can touch you?" Feng Zhiming glared at her. Thinking of her resistance just now, his anger rose unconsciously, "Is it Ling Yunxiang? Or some Huang
A foreigner with blue hair and blue eyes?”
"You...that's right! Anyone can touch me, but you can't!" Ling Yanyan's hands were still pressed against his chest.
"You can only be my woman!" As soon as he finished speaking, he roughly grabbed her resisting hands, and for the first time, without any foreplay or any tenderness, he took her by force.
Ling Yanyan bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from moaning. Why did he become like this? How could he be like this?
He moved rapidly, and Ling Yanyan's lip was bitten and became bloodshot.
After releasing himself, he withdrew from her body, "Ling Yanyan, don't try to resist me. You can give birth to children for others, but you don't want me to touch you." Feng Zhiming sat up and watched her bite.
She had red lips, but there was a pain in her heart.
Child? How did he know about the child?
"How do you know about the child? What else do you know?" Ling Yanyan suddenly became uneasy.
"What else are you hiding from me!" Feng Zhiming stared at her closely, "You seem to be afraid that I will know."
Ling Yanyan turned away, "No!" She couldn't admit it! She picked up the clothes on the side, walked into the bathroom, and locked the door.
She turned on the shower head but was sitting on the toilet seat. Now, she should leave quickly. Accidents always start and end inadvertently.
After changing clothes, he walked out of the bathroom and said, "President Feng, we will see you later." He picked up the handbag on the side and prepared to walk out of the room.
"Yanyan, I haven't seen you in five years. It's a rare meeting, and you just run away like this?" Feng Zhiming leaned lazily on the bed and looked at Ling Yanyan who was standing by the door.
Ling Yanyan turned around and said, "Feng Zhiming, just pretend that we have never met this time, and we will never see each other again from now on."
"Do you really not want to see me?" Feng Zhiming asked softly.
Ling Yanyan took a deep breath, "That's right! I don't want to see you at all! I have lived a good life without you in the past five years, and I also have someone I love. Your appearance will only increase my troubles."
Looking at his charming eyes, I told myself in my heart not to be intoxicated.
Feng Zhiming walked up behind her and hugged her from behind, "Are you happy?"
Ling Yanyan's body stiffened for a moment, "I am very happy." Seeing you happy makes me happy.
The hand on her waist tightened, "Just be happy."
Let go of her and unlock the door.
Ling Yanyan opened the door and walked out of the suite quickly, and the door closed automatically, blocking the two people from outside and inside the door.
Ling Yanyan kept running, turned into the emergency exit, and squatted by the wall, tears streaming down her face no longer.
Why do we still need to meet him? Why does her heart hurt so much? Why can't she be calm? Isn't it enough as long as he is happy?
After a long time, Ling Yanyan stood up and walked down the stairs step by step.
Feng Zhiming leaned against the door and took the phone, "Li Rui, drive to the hotel immediately."
Ling Yanyan took a taxi to the airport, bought a ticket, and sat in the waiting hall. Her eyes were still a little red and swollen, her hands were wrung tightly, and she was obviously uneasy.
Li Rui drove Feng Zhiming to the airport in his car. Feng Zhiming walked quickly into the airport hall, constantly searching for her.
Ling Yanyan walked into the boarding gate with her passport and ticket, and walked into the automatic glass door without looking back.
Feng Zhiming stood in the distance, watching her back and watching her walk in without looking back.
"President." Li Rui stood behind him.
Feng Zhiming turned around and said, "You take the next flight to France and investigate everything about Ling Yanyan there." Her lonely back made him feel sad.
If she is unhappy, he will do whatever it takes to bring her back to him.
"Yes, President." Li Rui nodded.
Feng Zhiming returned to the hotel and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her breath still lingered in this room, as light and elegant as it was five years ago.
After several hours of flying, Ling Yanyan returned to Paris. The weather was a bit gloomy. She sighed helplessly. It was the first time she felt so tired after flying. She walked to the airport garage and drove back to the villa.
As soon as the red Porsche drove into the villa, as soon as he got out of the car, a little man ran over.
"Mommy!" Yiyi hugged Ling Yanyan's calf, her dark eyes blinking.
Ling Yanyan picked up her daughter and Yiyi kissed her on the face, "Mommy, Yiyi misses you so much!"
"Mommy wants Yiyi too!" Ling Yanyan's fatigue disappeared the moment she saw her daughter.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Yiyi came out of her arms and said, "Mommy, you have been in Italy for so long, have you met a handsome uncle?" Yiyi sat on the sofa, her calves shaking constantly.
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"Yiyi, what are you talking about? How old are you?" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly, her daughter was too precocious.
Yiyi pouted, "Mommy, I'm not talking nonsense. You've always been surrounded by handsome uncles, but you just ignore them! Maybe there are handsome guys in Italy that you like!"
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"Wouldn't it be nice for Mommy to accompany Yiyi?" Ling Yanyan touched her daughter's pink face and asked her daughter with a smile.