At this moment, Ling Yanyan was afraid that she couldn't refuse, so she picked up the glass on the coffee table, picked up the electric kettle, poured a glass of water, and fed him the medicine herself.
After Feng Zhiming finished taking the medicine, sleepiness came over him. Ling Yanyan sat by the bed and looked at his sleeping face. When he fell asleep, he looked the most harmless. She put her hand on his face. It turned out that,
Five years later, she still can't forget him. Why did he come here this time? How long can he stay here? Is he really going to take her back as he said? But, she did.
go?
In what capacity will she return? Her reappearance will only destroy his family.
Ling Yanyan's hand held his, but it was held back, tightly.
Ling Yanyan lay beside the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The phone rang. Feng Zhiming opened his eyes and looked at Ling Yanyan lying on the edge of the bed. He reluctantly picked up the phone on the bedside table and answered it. "Hello, is this Yiyi's mother? It's been a long time since school.
,When will you come to pick up Yiyi?"
Ling Yanyan also woke up at this time, "Who called?"
"Oh, I got it, we'll go there later." Feng Zhiming closed the line, "My daughter is out of school."
Ling Yanyan then remembered, "I'll pick her up." But Feng Zhiming held her back, "How can you drive with your foot injured like this? I'll pick her up."
"You can't do it either. I'll call Brother Zehao to pick it up." Ling Yanyan could only turn to Lu Zehao for help.
Feng Zhiming continued to lie back on the bed, "It seems like you have a good relationship."
This sounds a bit sour.
After Ling Yanyan finished the phone call with Lu Zehao, she reached out and touched Feng Zhiming's forehead, which was still a little hot. "The fever hasn't gone away yet. Are you hungry? I'll make some porridge."
Ling Yanyan limped out of the room.
Feng Zhiming lifted the thin quilt, got up and followed him downstairs. Looking at the figures busy in the kitchen, he actually felt very warm.
Half an hour later, a strong aroma came. Ling Yanyan took out the porridge and brought it to the dining table, "Eat it quickly!"
Feng Zhiming picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful, put it into his mouth, tasted it carefully, "Not bad." There were only two simple words.
Ling Yanyan supported her chin with her hands, watching him eat, raising the corners of her mouth slightly.
"Mommy, I'm back." Yiyi's voice came. When she saw the two people in the restaurant, she said, "Mommy, you attach too much importance to sex and neglect your daughter." Yiyi's tone of voice sounded like she was complaining.
Ling Yanyan forgot to pick her up.
"Yiyi, where is your Uncle Zehao?" Ling Yanyan asked her daughter to sit next to her.
"Uncle Zehao sent me to the door and went back. I guess he was afraid of disturbing your good things, right?" Yiyi glanced at Ling Yanyan, then at Feng Zhiming, and jumped off the chair with a small body, walking towards the second room.
Go to the room upstairs.
"Ling Yanyan, are you sure this is your daughter? Why don't I think it's the same?" Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Yanyan, whose face was slightly red. The ambiguity in Yiyi's words was self-evident.
ah!
Ling Yanyan stared at him, "It seems that you are feeling better, right? Has the fever gone away? Are you in the mood to joke?"
When will she start telling him about Yiyi? How long will she want to pretend to be stupid?
"No! I'm still dizzy." Feng Zhiming's heavy body fell impartially onto Ling Yanyan's shoulder.
Ling Yanyan felt that his body was still slightly hot, and she stopped trying to push him away.
"Come back with me, I'll be back tomorrow." Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa and held Ling Yanyan in his arms.
"No!" Ling Yanyan refused without thinking! Go back with him and firmly refuse to agree.
Feng Zhiming squeezed the hand on her waist tightly, "Do you want to marry that man with glasses?"
That man looks pretty good! But, Yanyan can only be his!
"You..." Ling Yanyan was angry. Why would he blame someone else every time she refused his request? Does it mean that there must be an outsider to resolve the matter between him and her?
Is there any way? "Yes, I just want to marry brother Zehao. Yiyi also likes him very much. I feel relieved that he is Yiyi's father. I think that with brother Zehao, I will definitely be the most beautiful person in the world."
happy woman.
"I want to marry you, Yiyi, I'll take her away!" Feng Zhiming let her go, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said cruelly.
Ling Yanyan turned her head, "Why? Why did you take Yiyi away?" Is he crazy? Has he forgotten that he already has a wife and a daughter in Taiwan?
"I don't want Yiyi to recognize someone else as her father." Feng Zhiming said seriously and with certainty.
"What do you mean by that?" Ling Yanyan's heartbeat seemed to have stopped suddenly. Did he know something?
Feng Zhiming leaned against the back of the sofa, "You heard clearly, right?" Why did she hide everything from him? Why did she want to spread the pain to two people.
"Yiyi is mine!" Ling Yanyan raised her voice unconsciously. What was she doing? Was she trying to make herself feel more confident?
Feng Zhiming's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything about her, "Ling Yanyan, I will not be so casual as to let any woman give birth to my child."
Ling Yanyan's heart paused. He was talking nonsense. Didn't he have a legitimate daughter? Did he want to deny it now?
"Feng Zhiming, I don't want to have anything to do with you. You should love your wife and your daughter." Since he has forgotten, she will remind him that he and she have no intersection, ever.
Neither will!
Feng Zhiming smiled lightly, "Yanyan, you said this. I love my daughter very much, and I am no exception to Yiyi."
Ling Yanyan stood up and said, "Impossible! Yiyi is my daughter and has nothing to do with you." As soon as she finished speaking, she left the room, walked to her daughter's room, and locked the door.
He leaned his whole body against the door, stroking his chest with his hands, feeling a sense of powerlessness.
"Mommy, what's wrong with you?" Yiyi stepped forward and looked at Ling Yanyan strangely.
Ling Yanyan knelt down and hugged her daughter tightly, "Mommy is fine. Mommy just wants to hug Yiyi."
Yiyi patted Ling Yanyan's back with her little hand, "Mommy, don't be afraid! As long as I am with Yiyi, no one will bully you!" Yiyi comforted Ling Yanyan like a little adult.
"Yiyi, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mommy, I'm sorry for you!" Ling Yanyan suddenly felt that the person who felt most wronged was her baby daughter, but the source was herself.
Yiyi raised her little face and touched Ling Yanyan's face with her pink and tender hands, "Mommy, you're crying! Mommy, be good and don't cry."
Ling Yanyan pursed her lower lip tightly, "Mommy, don't cry. Mommy is touched. Mommy's baby Yiyi is so sensible."
"Of course! Yiyi is Mommy's only one! She is also Mommy's support!" Yiyi smiled, with two shallow pear holes showing at the corners of her mouth.
Ling Yanyan lay next to her daughter, coaxing her to sleep, "Yiyi, does Yiyi want a father?"
Yiyi closed her eyes slightly, "Mommy, it's enough for Yiyi to have a mommy. If mommy wants to find a husband, Yiyi has no objection!"
"Really? Is it true that Yiyi only needs a mommy?" Ling Yanyan asked uncertainly, her heart becoming a little flustered and a little scared.