Yiyi's head was close to Ling Yanyan's arms, "Of course it's good for Mommy to accompany Yiyi, but Mommy is not happy! Yiyi often sees Mommy sitting alone in the room in a daze."
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, then held her daughter in her arms, "No, it's enough for mommy to have Yiyi!"
She was very touched by her daughter's sensibleness. It was really enough. With such a lovely and sensible daughter, what else could she expect?
She leaned in Ling Yanyan's arms and soon fell asleep, holding Ling Yanyan's clothes tightly with her little hands.
Ling Yanyan picked up her daughter and walked to the room on the second floor. She gently placed her daughter on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
She gently touched her daughter's little face with her hand. The face looked exactly like her own. Her daughter was everything to her. At that time, she suffered a lot for this little girl. Unexpectedly, she is now five years old. Although
Yiyi is happy every day, but she knows that Yiyi wants to have a father, but she can't give him one.
"Yanyan." Ling Yunxiang's voice came from the door.
Ling Yanyan suppressed the sadness on her face, walked out of her daughter's room, and closed the door.
"Dad." Ling Yanyan smiled and snuggled into her father's arms.
"Are you tired? Let's go and rest for a while." Looking at the fatigue on his daughter's face, Ling Yunxiang shook his head slightly.
The two of them walked back to the living room on the first floor and sat down on the sofa. The servant brought them a glass of juice and a cup of tea.
"Dad, I met him." Ling Yanyan took a sip of juice and said calmly, hiding the turmoil in her heart.
Ling Yunxiang's hand holding the tea cup paused, "Then you..."
"We don't have anything to do. We'll just pretend we didn't see each other and live our own lives. We won't meet again in the future." Ling Yanyan said nonchalantly.
Ling Yunxiang patted his daughter on the shoulder, "Yanyan, you don't have to force yourself so much. You don't have to hold it in alone when you feel uncomfortable. You don't have to pretend to be strong in front of your father." He understood that his daughter was too strong. She has endured it alone for five years.
All the pain.
Ling Yanyan's crystal eyes were shining with water, and her long curled eyelashes flickered, "Dad, my heart hurts so much. It hurts so much."
Once, after seeing the happy family of Feng Zhiming, Wang Xueyi, and their daughter on the news, she cried for a whole night and vowed not to shed tears again. However, five years later, her heart would still hurt.
, tears will still flow.
"Yanyan, do you want to go back?" Ling Yunxiang asked what he had been thinking about for a long time.
Go back? How much she wants to go back, but she can't.
"No, I won't go back. It's good to be here! I have dad and Yiyi." Ling Yanyan shook her head after hesitating.
In fact, Ling Yunxiang had already guessed that she would say this.
"Okay, don't think too much, go upstairs and rest first!" Ling Yunxiang patted her shoulder, "I have been busy in Italy for half a month, and I have lost a lot of weight."
"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan forced a smile on her face to prevent Ling Yunxiang from worrying.
For three days in a row, Ling Yanyan stayed with her daughter, and Yiyi always clung to her.
Now the two of them were sitting on the swing, swinging gently, "Mommy, I love you so much!" Yiyi said while eating the snacks handed over by Ling Yanyan.
"Mommy knows! Mommy also loves Yiyi very much!" Ling Yanyan smiled and touched her daughter's face.
Feng Zhiming was sitting in the presidential suite, looking at all the information about Ling Yanyan that Li Rui had investigated in France.
What surprised him was that Ling Yunxiang and Ling Yanyan were actually father and daughter, and there was no man around Ling Yanyan. She lied to him!
No! She never said from beginning to end what the relationship between her and Ling Yunxiang was. It was his own unilateral opinion.
A happy-looking photo came into his eyes. It showed two people, one big and one small, sitting on a swing. The little girl next to Ling Yanyan was her daughter, or maybe his and her daughter.
With an evil smile, Ling Yanyan, this time, I want to make you completely mine!
Feng Zhiming finished his trip to Italy and took a flight back to China. When he arrived at the airport, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
The driver drove him to the apartment. Feng Zhiming stood downstairs in the apartment, looking at the bright lights upstairs, and took the elevator upstairs.
Yan'er was sitting on the sofa, and her son was sitting on the carpet next to her, playing video games in front of the TV screen.
The doorbell rang, and soon there was the sound of a key opening the door.
"Dad!" Yuhang stopped the game he was playing, stood up, ran forward, and threw himself into Feng Zhiming's arms.
"Have you been good lately, Hanghang?" Feng Zhiming picked him up.
Yuhang nodded vigorously, "Of course I'm good! I'm bored at home all day." He rolled his eyes helplessly.
Yan'er glanced at Feng Zhiming and said, "President, um, wouldn't it be nice for you to come to my place as soon as you return to China? Because of you, I get the glare from your wife in the company every day, which makes me very unhappy."
Feng Zhiming didn't care, "As the president's special assistant, you can't stand this, right?"
"Who said that? It's just that your wife is too difficult to mess with." Yan'er sighed slightly.
"Hanghang, go to bed quickly, you have to go to kindergarten tomorrow." Yan'er looked at her son looking at her with disdain, and looked at him seriously, with a mother's majesty on his face.
Yuhang stood up and said, "Mommy, if you are unhappy, you can't always take it out on me. A father's wife can't handle it. I won't go to kindergarten. It's a waste of my IQ to go to kindergarten."
Then he made a face and said, "Good night, Dad! It seems you forgot something." He curled his lips, turned around and walked towards the room.
Feng Zhiming looked apologetic, "I'll give you a better one next time."
Yuhang waved his hand, "Dad, are you picking up women again this time? You value sex over your son." He walked into the room muttering.
Yan'er laughed out loud, "Haha, your godson loves to embarrass you more and more."
"You're not much better either." Feng Zhiming glared at Yan'er who was smiling evilly at the side.
Yan'er looked him up and down and said, "President, you seem to have postponed this trip for many days. Did you really let my son guess that he had an affair?"
Feng Zhiming's right leg naturally folded over his left leg, "So your son's gossip was inherited from you!"
"This is not gossip, this is concern." Yan'er said seriously. Seeing that he still seemed unwilling to leave, he began to issue an eviction order, "It's not too early now, CEO, please come back!
"
Feng Zhiming was still lazily leaning on the sofa, "I remember this is my home, right?"
"That's right, but now, I am the owner of this place. I have to pay you rent, but you don't want it." Yan Er became the reasonable party.
Of course, what she said about paying the rent was absolutely polite, absolutely!
Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll stay here tonight."
He said it affirmatively and domineeringly.
Yan'er took it for granted, "The guest room is ready for you at any time."
Guest room?! Feng Zhiming didn't take it seriously. He, the master, had become a guest.
Yan'er left the living room and walked back to the master bedroom, but Feng Zhiming was still sitting calmly, lighting a cigarette and smoking it one puff at a time.
Unexpectedly, this apartment has become his usual place of residence in the past five years.
Ling Yanyan, I will definitely give you a big surprise, and you will pay the due price for leaving without saying goodbye. Of course, the simple price is to let her become his woman again!
The smile on his lips deepened. It was the first time in five years that he showed such a pleasant smile, and he had also missed her for five years.