Ling Yanyan broke away from him, "That doesn't count." It was obviously an unequal treaty, so why did he bring it up again five years later? Is he still forcing her with this?
"It has legal effect, so how can it not count? And, of course it counts if I say it counts!" Feng Zhiming looked at her with a squinting eyebrow.
"You... rogue, despicable..." Ling Yanyan cursed regardless of her image.
"You're absolutely right. I'm a scoundrel and I'm despicable. What can you do to me? I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Feng Zhiming strode into the bathroom, which was like his
Like home.
Ling Yanyan stomped her feet angrily, "What the hell is he doing! Who does he think he is!"
"Mommy!" Yiyi appeared at the door of Ling Yanyan's room again, and saw Yiyi looking at Ling Yanyan with a strange look on her face.
"Yiyi, what's wrong? What's the matter?" Ling Yanyan stepped forward and squatted in front of her daughter.
Yiyi pursed her lips, "Mommy, is that handsome uncle my daddy?"
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "Yiyi, you..."
"When have you ever let another man be so close to you? Not even Uncle Zehao, but now you are kissing that uncle in the living room." Yiyi looked like she knew everything, and said with an ambiguous expression.
Look at Ling Yanyan.
"Don't talk nonsense, Yiyi belongs to mommy alone." Ling Yanyan hugged her daughter tightly.
Yiyi rolled her eyes helplessly, "But, Mommy, I'm going to be late for school!"
Ling Yanyan looked at the time and was surprised to realize that it was eight o'clock. "Yiyi, mommy will help you change clothes first."
Leave everything else behind, especially the hateful man Feng Zhiming.
After changing his daughter's clothes and washing her, she tied up her hair and put on a beautiful headdress, and then returned to her room. She saw Feng Zhiming topless, with the thin quilt only pulled up to his lower abdomen. He was too
Don't think of yourself as a guest! He sighed helplessly, took out a light green suspender dress and knee-length skirt from the closet, put it on, picked up a bag of the same color, and walked out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, Feng Zhiming opened his eyes on the bed, with an evil smile on his face.
After Ling Yanyan sent her daughter to kindergarten, she drove to the store and sat at her desk. Her mind was filled with the image of Feng Zhiming. She put her hand on her forehead. Hey, is he still sleeping alone in the villa? No.
Do you know if a person will not eat at noon? He has a weak stomach and cannot be hungry.
She patted her forehead hard, Ling Yanyan, why are you so worthless? Why are you worried about him? Aren't you always wishing that he would be bad?
At this time, the phone in the office rang. Ling Yanyan picked it up. It was from downstairs, "Sister Yanyan, there is a guest downstairs who wants to see you."
Guests? She usually rarely has visitors!
"Let him come up!" Ling Yanyan put away the phone line and continued to design drawings on the computer. The new products for the next season have not yet been decided. She really feels nothing recently. She sighed slightly.
"What? Aren't you happy to see me here?" Feng Zhiming's voice came from the door.
Ling Yanyan raised her head, "Why is it you? President Feng, you really have a lot of time."
"Of course, besides money, what I value most is time." Feng Zhiming sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs naturally.
Ling Yanyan really didn't want to pay attention to him, but he just came to her door, "President Feng, you are very free, but I am very busy and I have to make money to support my family."
"Are you driving me away?" Feng Zhiming drank the coffee brought by his secretary.
You know better than to leave quickly! Ling Yanyan said in her heart.
"I'm here to wait for you to have lunch together." Feng Zhiming leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes tiredly.
Ling Yanyan ignored him. She could wait as long as she liked, and she had no time to pay attention to him.
In less than a few minutes, Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at the tired look on his face. He looked very haggard.
He must have drank too much coffee. He doesn't seem to be doing well in the past five years.
Ling Yanyan sighed silently, picked up a thin blanket, covered him, then returned to her position and started designing the artwork.
The morning passed peacefully. Ling Yanyan raised her head, rubbed her sore neck, and looked at the completed design drawings on the computer page with a satisfied smile on her face.
But Feng Zhiming was still half-reclining on the sofa, sleeping deeply, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he looked like he was sleeping very uncomfortable. Why did he need to look like this? Did he want her to soften her heart?
Moreover, I am actually very worried about him, Ling Yanyan, you are really worthless.
Ling Yanyan stood in front of him, looking at the faint dark shadow under his eyes.
Feng Zhiming opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and Ling Yanyan fell steadily into his arms, "What's wrong? Did you think I've become more handsome after not looking at me for so long?"
She asked Ling Yanyan shamelessly and with a smile.
Ling Yanyan kept struggling, but his big hands locked her slender waist tightly, "Yanyan, don't test my determination, I am a normal man."
Only then did Ling Yanyan notice the abnormality under him and stopped struggling.
Feng Zhiming smiled triumphantly, and Ling Yanyan put her little hand on his chest, "President Feng, it's lunch time now, should we go out to eat?"
She always felt uncomfortable being held by him so tightly.
"But, I want to eat you more." Feng Zhiming's big hands began to move restlessly on her body, and he kissed her white neck.
Ling Yanyan wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't. "Don't, someone will come in."
Feng Zhiming also let go of her, "Let's go! I'm hungry." He naturally took her hand, picked up the handbag on her desk, and walked out of her office.
Ling Yanyan followed his footsteps and walked to a black luxury car in the parking space at the door, "This is?"
"Let's go!" Feng Zhiming ignored the surprise on her face and asked her to sit in the passenger seat.
Ling Yanyan saw his indifferent expression and knew that rich people were too high-profile.
The car stopped at a Western restaurant, an authentic French restaurant, and the two of them sat down at a window seat.
The waiter brought the menu, but Feng Zhiming handed it to Ling Yanyan, "Take some."
Ling Yanyan glanced at him and said, "Let's decide first whether you'll treat me or I'll pay."
"I'll pay for my treat, okay? Miss Ling Yanyan, you shouldn't be poor now, right?" Feng Zhiming rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to signal her to be casual.
Ling Yanyan smiled and started ordering, of course choosing the most expensive one.
Feng Zhiming didn't even frown, he still looked relaxed.
After a while, the meals were served one after another, but Feng Zhiming had no appetite and simply took a few bites. He held a goblet in his hand, and the glass was filled with pure French red wine, which was fragrant and sweet.
"Why do you eat so little?" Ling Yanyan asked worriedly.
Feng Zhiming waved his hand, "I'm fine, you can eat!"
Ling Yanyan looked at the unusual rosiness on his face, stretched out her hand and touched his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"
Feng Zhiming shook his head slightly, "I can't die."
"You, how can you not cherish your body so much?" Ling Yanyan glared at him angrily, "Let's go to the hospital."
Feng Zhiming refused, it was a joke, a little cold, is it necessary to exaggerate to the point of going to the hospital?
Ling Yanyan called the waiter, took out a card from her bag, "Check out."