"Aunt, I think you have misunderstood." No matter how Ling Yanyan explained, Lin Xiulan couldn't listen to a word. Instead, she turned to Yiyi and asked, "Yiyi, do you like grandma?"
Yiyi nodded vigorously, "I like it."
Lin Xiulan now wanted to take Yiyi home right away. In the end, she still reluctantly watched Ling Yanyan get into the car and leave with Yiyi.
"Mommy, is what that grandma just said true?" Yiyi blinked her big eyes and asked Ling Yanyan who was driving the car.
Ling Yanyan could only smile bitterly, "Yiyi, children can't talk so much, do you understand?"
"Mommy, I care about you too." He crossed his arms and sunk into the back of the chair.
Ling Yanyan said nothing and continued to drive the car attentively. This time, she wanted to avoid causing any big trouble. However, Lin Xiulan's eager expression still made her very worried.
I originally thought that if she knew that she was the mother of a child, she would definitely dislike her. However, not only did she not dislike her, but she also liked Yiyi even more. She was 100% sure that Yiyi was her granddaughter. How could she do that?
Is this what it looks like?
The car finally drove into the villa, and Yiyi, who was in the passenger seat, had already fallen asleep and gently carried her daughter back to the room.
Looking at her daughter's sleeping face, Ling Yanyan sighed softly, turned off the bedside lamp in the room, and walked out of the room.
Lu Zehao was sitting on the sofa, dressed in white casual clothes, with Lin Xiulan and Lu Shijie sitting opposite him.
"Tell me about it! When are you going to get married?" Lin Xiulan looked angry, "Do you know how many years I have wanted to be a grandma? When you are in your thirties, you are still single. Now, I order you
, I will marry Yanyan immediately within a month."
"Mom, you can't be so stupid!" Lu Zehao frowned. Where did his mother sing?
Lin Xiulan took a sip of water and glared at her careless son, "Me Zhuanzhi? I just want my granddaughter."
"Granddaughter? Mom, what's wrong with you today? When did you have a granddaughter? Why don't I know?" Lu Zehao was about to get up and leave. He was too tired to talk to his mother.
"Of course my granddaughter is Yiyi!" Lin Xiulan's words shocked Lu Zehao.
"How do you know Yiyi?" Lu Zehao asked in surprise.
Lin Xiulan looked proud, "Do you think you can hide this from me? Are you admitting it now?"
"I can do whatever I want. Anyway, Yanyan and I have nothing to do with each other." Lu Zehao turned around and walked up to the second floor.
Feng Zhiming took a flight for more than ten hours and finally landed at Paris International Airport in the early morning. With a look of exhaustion on his face, he hailed a taxi and went straight to Ling Yanyan's villa.
Keep ringing the doorbell on the circular cement pillar outside the door. As soon as Ling Yanyan woke up, she heard the doorbell ringing. Who could it be so early?
He put on a thin coat over his light purple silk pajamas and walked out of the hall. It was him, Feng Zhiming. He rubbed his eyes hard. He must have not slept well to have such an illusion. Don't tell me.
He is back in Taiwan now. Even if he is in France, he may not be able to find her address.
"Ling Yanyan! Open the door quickly!" Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan standing there with a worried look on her face and shouted at her.
Ling Yanyan wanted to return to the room with an ostrich mentality, but his roar came from behind, "Unless you never open the door! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Damn it! She wanted to run away as soon as she saw him.
Ling Yanyan could only turn back, walked to the gate, opened the white iron gate, Feng Zhiming threw the suitcase to her, and strode directly to the hall.
"Hey!" Ling Yanyan could only pull up her suitcase and follow him into the hall.
Feng Zhiming grabbed her while the suitcase was still in her hand, and the suitcase in her hand fell to the ground without any warning.
"Well..." He kissed her domineeringly, and his big hand clasped directly on the back of her head, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
The domineering and forceful kiss gradually became gentle and tossing, Ling Yanyan resisted from the beginning, but she didn't realize that her hands were around his neck.
His tongue dexterously opened her teeth and was tightly entangled with hers. At some point, the coat on his body had slipped off, and the straps of his silk nightgown had also slipped off his shoulders.
Feng Zhiming's lips moved down, and his big hands moved on her back through the silk nightgown, moving down a little bit, and all Ling Yanyan's rationality was drained away.
That familiar aura and nostalgic aura swept over her, making her unable to think or refuse.
Just when Feng Zhiming was about to tear off the silk nightgown, a cry made the two of them stop their movements.
"Mommy." Yiyi woke up and walked downstairs.
Feng Zhiming picked up the coat on the ground as quickly as possible and covered Ling Yanyan's body.
Ling Yanyan pulled her coat tightly and walked towards her daughter, "Yiyi, you're up!" The smile on her face was awkward.
"Mommy, do you want me not to wake up? If I knew something was wrong with you, I wouldn't come down here!" The bright eyes looked at the tall man standing aside leisurely, as if nothing happened just now.
"Uh, no!" Ling Yanyan said to her daughter with a smile.
Yiyi curled her lips, "Hello, handsome uncle. I'm sorry. Yiyi definitely didn't mean to spoil your good things. I'll leave right now. You continue." After saying that, he turned and walked upstairs, only taking two steps.
After walking up the stairs, he turned around and said, "Mommy, as long as you control your time and send me to school on time." Then, he walked back to the room on the second floor without looking back.
Ling Yanyan's face quickly became flushed. Oh my god, is this her daughter? Is it her biological daughter?
Feng Zhiming was sitting leisurely on the sofa, looking at Ling Yanyan's shy and annoyed face, he walked up to her, hugged her from behind, and blew his warm breath into her ears, "Yanyan, we
continue or not?"
Ling Yanyan turned around and waved her hand, but was caught by Feng Zhiming, "This is a bad habit of hitting people. It's been five years and you still haven't changed it."
"I want you to take care of it!" Ling Yanyan was very angry now. What did he come to do? What did he come to disturb her peaceful life? She turned and walked towards the room on the second floor, and Feng Zhiming also followed.
"Why can't I care? You, Ling Yanyan, are still my woman. In this life, you will never have anything to do with other men, otherwise, he will die!" Of course Feng Zhiming had to remind her to save her.
forget.
"You have so many women, why do you need to pester me again? I already have my life." Ling Yanyan hoped that his appearance was just an accident, not that he came after knowing something.
Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really? How can you not have me in your life?"
"Stop being so self-righteous. I have lived a very, very, very good life in the past five years without you." Ling Yanyan said emphatically.
Feng Zhiming's hands touched her face, "Yanyan, is it fun to show off your strength? I'm here to take you back."
"What?! Why do you take me back? My home is here, where can I go back?" Ling Yanyan said excitedly.
She had known it for a long time. When she met him in Italy, she knew that he would not let her go just like this.
"Why?! Have you forgotten the contract in my hand?" Feng Zhiming looked at her evilly, and her face turned pale.