Ling Yanyan opened her sleepy eyes and looked at Feng Zhiming, who was staring at her, "Uh, good morning!"
Feng Zhiming smiled evilly and kissed her forehead gently, "Good afternoon!"
"What!" Ling Yanyan opened her eyes wide, "Good afternoon?! What time is it now?" She looked up at the clock on the wall, it was eleven o'clock.
"It's so late, it's too late." Ling Yanyan quickly opened the quilt, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she hissed in pain, "Oh, it hurts."
"Are you okay?" Feng Zhiming squatted down and gently rubbed her ankle with his hand, asking with concern. The redness and swelling have faded, so maybe you shouldn't exert too much force!
But Ling Yanyan still nodded, "Well, I'm fine." As soon as she finished speaking, she walked to the closet and got some clothes to change into.
"I'll take you there." Feng Zhiming hugged her waist.
It's rare for Ling Yanyan to get a free driver, so of course she won't refuse.
They took the design drawings to the factory in the suburbs and waited to make the sample clothes. By the time the two left with a large bag of clothes, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
"Yanyan, have you always been like this before?" Feng Zhiming looked at the clothes stuffed in the back seat of the car and packed them into bags.
Ling Yanyan turned her head and looked at him strangely, "Yes!"
"How about I accompany you every time from now on?" Feng Zhiming stared ahead, driving the car intently while asking the people next to him.
"Well, it's better not to use it, right? I can't afford such an expensive driver." Ling Yanyan pouted, "You're not going to go back, are you?"
"If you come back with me, I'll go back." Feng Zhiming said calmly.
Okay! She was silent because she had no other answer except rejection.
Back in the villa, in the empty room, Ling Yanyan collapsed tiredly on the single sofa in the bedroom. Feng Zhiming just walked into the bathroom, and after a while, there was a sound of water.
Closing her eyes, Ling Yanyan raised her legs and found the most comfortable position to lean on.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang. She opened her eyes. This was not her cell phone ringtone. She turned her head and saw the ringtone coming from the cell phone on the bedside table. She walked to the bedside, picked up the cell phone, and looked towards the bathroom.
** shouted, "Zhi Ming, your cell phone is ringing."
"Who's calling?" Feng Zhiming just asked, "You answer it and tell him I'm taking a shower and will call you back later."
After Ling Yanyan said oh, she pressed the answer button, "Hello, hello!"
Wang Xueyi was stunned for a moment, the voice was very familiar, "Is Zhi Ming here?"
"He's taking a shower. I'll call you back later!" Ling Yanyan answered according to his instructions without even thinking about who was on the other end of the phone.
"Are you, Ling Yanyan?" Wang Xueyi asked uncertainly.
"I'm not!" Ling Yanyan hurriedly denied that it was her, Wang Xueyi, but she didn't recognize her voice. What would she think?
"That's you! You bitch who steals someone's husband, bitch!" Wang Xueyi said hysterically.
Ling Yanyan could only hang up the phone, she was a bitch who stole someone's husband?!
Feng Zhiming was naked with his upper body naked and a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body. As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Ling Yanyan holding his mobile phone in a daze, "What's wrong? Who called?" while reaching out and taking it from her hand.
He opened his cell phone and opened the call number he had just called, and his face suddenly darkened.
"It's nothing. I don't know who is calling, so you should just reply! I think there might be something urgent, right?" Ling Yanyan wanted to leave as soon as she finished speaking, but he held her back.
"What did she tell you?" Feng Zhiming looked at her, his face slightly stern.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't know who you are referring to." Yes, she didn't know, she denied it, she didn't hear anything just now.
"Let me ask you again, what did she say to you?" Feng Zhiming's voice raised an octave. What exactly did she want?
Ling Yanyan pursed her lower lip tightly, "She didn't say anything, so I hung up the phone, but she seemed to recognize my voice." She could only give in to his strength, right?
"Okay, let's go back tomorrow." Feng Zhiming made a decision, let go of her, and called to book a flight directly.
"No! I can't go!" Ling Yanyan reached out to take back the phone in his hand, but he avoided it.
Feng Zhiming glared at her, "I'll go if I say so. You don't have the right to say no."
"Why are you still so domineering? Why do you show up? We shouldn't meet again at all?" Ling Yanyan squatted down, tears sliding down her face.
Feng Zhiming helped her up, and the two squeezed into a single sofa, their bodies pressed against each other, "Yanyan, let me ask you, do you love me? I want to hear the truth." He asked with a stern face.
She said, "If you don't love me, then I will take back the custody of Yiyi."
He is just a villain. If she behaves obediently, does he need to do this?
"Yiyi is mine!" Ling Yanyan lowered her eyelids. He wanted to snatch Yiyi away, but this was absolutely not allowed.
"Really? Ling Yanyan, let me tell you, I don't need to do any paternity test, I can be sure that Yiyi is my daughter." Feng Zhiming saw her panic from the bottom of her eyes, and whatever she concealed was hidden in his
In my eyes, everything is useless.
Ling Yanyan shook her head vigorously, "How could you do this? I love you, so what? The one you loved was never me, but Mo Yuqing. The whole room was full of pictures of her, and I was just her.
"My substitute, you just think of me as Mo Yuqing." Her heart ached. Five years ago, all the things appeared in front of her, Yang Yunfang's disdain for her, Wang Xueyi's jealousy for her, and she...
Can you go back?
"Did you enter that room?" Feng Zhiming recalled that there was a faint scent of her in that room that day. It turned out that it was true, she had really entered that room.
"That's right! Do you hope that I will never know? Do you hope that I will be kept in the dark for the rest of my life and let you deceive me for the rest of my life, while I can only be Mo Yuqing's substitute for the rest of my life?" Ling Yanyan.
Yell at him, why is he doing this? If you don't love her, don't force her anymore, she can't bear the pain again and again.
Feng Zhiming hugged her in his arms and held her tightly against him, "Yanyan, why are you so stupid? If you love me, just come with me this time."
She doesn't understand his love. For five years, he has firmly believed that her happiness is not his, so he has hidden his heart. Now, he will never let her go again, he will give her everything he has.
Ling Yanyan raised her head from his arms, her face full of tears, "Okay, I'll go back with you, but Yiyi, let her stay here for the time being, okay?"
She didn't want Yiyi to be hurt because of her, so it was best for Yiyi to stay here.
Feng Zhiming nodded, "Tomorrow, just the two of us will go back. Uncle will take good care of Yiyi. When you want to take her back, we will take her back together."
"Then tomorrow, I will send Yiyi to school and then leave." Ling Yanyan took a breath and looked at the time. Lu Zehao had almost sent Yiyi back.
"I'm going to see if Yiyi is back." Ling Yanyan broke away from his arms and walked downstairs.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, he was bored and switching channels with the remote control. After a while, Feng Zhiming came downstairs in a black nightgown and said, "You suddenly decided to leave. Are you reluctant to leave?"
The sadness and reluctance in her eyes made him feel heartbroken.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "I can't bear to leave Yiyi."
"Then let's take her back with us." Feng Zhiming believed that he had the ability to protect Yanyan and Yiyi, the two most important people in his life.
"No! Not now!" Ling Yanyan refused. She was worried and scared because Yiyi was her most precious daughter.