President, don't mess around

This is a cozy small shop with simple decorations. Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan sat down by the window, "What do you two want to eat?" The waiter poured two cups of tea , and hand them the menu.

Feng Zhiming pushed the menu in front of Ling Yanyan, "Whatever you want to eat, come and order."

Ling Yanyan looked at the menu, but didn't know what to order.

Feng Zhiming snatched the menu from her hand, and started to order food, since he hadn't eaten it anyway, so what if he ordered everything?

"Hey, Feng Zhiming, you are crazy, there are only two of us, and you order so many dishes." Is he going to have a full banquet?

Feng Zhiming glanced at her indifferently, put the menu aside, "That's all for now."

Ling Yanyan was speechless, well, anyway, he was rich, so if he ordered so many meals, the lang fee would be lang, but what she was most afraid of was that he would make her so full that she could eat three meals in one meal.

"Why are you frowning?" Feng Zhiming reached out and stroked her face.

Ling Yanyan smiled on purpose, "How can you! You read it wrong."

"Really? That's good, I like to see you laugh." Her smile can make people feel addicted.

Since the time is not very early and there are few people dining, the food will be served sooner.

Every dish is very delicate, Feng Zhiming picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish meat and picked out the thorns, then handed it to her, and brought it to her mouth.

Ling Yanyan looked at the diners around, and then at him, "Hurry up! My hands are sore." Feng Zhiming stared at her.

"I'll do it myself," Ling Yanyan didn't want to be the focus.

Feng Zhiming was stronger than her, so he simply walked from opposite to her and sat down beside her.

With one arm around her slender waist, he imprisoned her in front of him, picked up the vegetables, and fed her personally.

Ling Yanyan didn't even have the right to resist or refuse.

Feng Zhiming smiled with satisfaction, "You're too thin, it's too tight to hold you. It's uncomfortable." This is why he desperately fed her despite her being unable to eat.

Ling Yanyan glared at him angrily: "Do you think I'm too cute? Alright! Then you can find a nice woman to hug you."

Feng Zhiming's hand on her waist tightened, and he smiled evilly. "Just make you fat." Finding another woman is too troublesome, and there is no other woman like her who drives him crazy.

After more than an hour, the two of them walked out of the restaurant. Ling Yanyan felt that she couldn't even walk because she was so tired.

"I'll carry you back." Feng Zhiming bent down and said to her.

Ling Yanyan refused, "No, let's go for a walk." If he carried it back, she would probably vomit.

Feng Zhiming put his hand on her shoulder, "It seems that you are really full." You walked on the road without objection.

The moonlight shone and reflected on the two of them, as if they were covered with a layer of soft golden light.The street lamp elongated the figures of the two of them, and when they returned to the apartment, Feng Zhiming walked into the bathroom.Ling Yanyan stood in front of the French window, why did he treat her so tenderly?Does he really regard her as a treasure?This kind of him made her heart move even more.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and a cool breeze blew in, messing up her long hair and blowing up the tulle curtain beside her, making her even more hazy.

Feng Zhiming came out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist, looked at her back, stepped forward, put his arms around her shoulders, and put them on her chest, "What are you thinking?" It rang in her ears.

Ling Yanyan reached out and took his hand, "I didn't think about anything."

"Don't you even want me?" Feng Zhiming turned her body, and the two leaned face to face.

Her little hand caressed his handsome face, "You are all here, do you still need to think?"

The big hand held the small hand that was wandering on his face, then pulled it down, and put it on his waist, "Every minute, every second, you must think about me."

"You are so domineering." Ling Yanyan chuckled and leaned against his chest.

Such a domineering him is Feng Zhiming, the Feng Zhiming she knows, and the Feng Zhiming who has always been in her heart.

"The hair is still dripping water." The water dripped down and landed on her face. It was cool, but it had his unique taste.

The corners of Feng Zhiming's lips raised, "It's okay, there is one more important thing." As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed her lips, not domineering but affectionate, and held her tightly in his arms in, as if wanting to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

The big hand took off the clothes on her body, and printed kisses on her body.

Ling Yanyan felt that it was difficult for her to breathe, he, what's wrong?

A cell phone rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Ling Yanyan struggled slightly, "My phone rang."

Feng Zhiming still didn't want to let her go, he picked her up by the waist, walked to the big bed, and picked up the mobile phone she put on the bedside table.

Ling Yanyan answered the phone, "Hello."

"Mummy!" Yiyi's sweet voice came, "Yiyi." Ling Yanyan smiled helplessly.

"Mummy, Yiyi misses you so much. Aunt Yan'er said you were busy, that's why she didn't call," Yiyi said obediently, but to Ling Yanyan's ears, her heart ached. She really wasn't a A good mother, she left her daughter alone in the United States, but she couldn't take care of her personally.

"I'm sorry! Yiyi." Ling Yanyan's voice suddenly choked up.

"Mommy, Yiyi will be very good, but, will Mommy come to see Yiyi when she is free?" I haven't seen you for so long, how could I not want to?

Ling Yanyan sniffed, "Okay, Mommy will visit you when she is free."

Meanwhile, Feng Zhiming's face became ugly.As soon as he heard the name, he also knew who was calling, and this was something he knew, but he was actually very unhappy.

The hand on her waist became stronger, and Ling Yanyan almost cried out in pain.

"Okay, Yiyi wants to see Mommy too. Mommy, Aunt Yan'er wants to talk to you." Yiyi handed the phone to Yan'er beside her.

"Yanyan, nothing happened to you, right? Why haven't you made a phone call for so long, and your phone is often disconnected." Yan'er's voice sounded worried.

Yanyan pushed Feng Zhiming, who was restless, on the side, and continued talking on the phone, "I'm fine, how about you? Is the wedding date with Brother Zehao settled yet?"

"No! I don't want to forgive him so easily. I'm living in your villa now, and my uncle is back from a business trip, but he's worried about you. Now that he's gone out, why don't you let him talk to you too? I don't know how difficult it is to make your call." Yan'er called many times but couldn't get through, but today Yiyi just happened to get through.

"Then I'll go to France to see you when I have time, and I can call anytime if I have something to do." Ling Yanyan finally put down the line and hung up the phone.

"You're going to France? Without my permission. You can't go." Feng Zhiming disagreed, all he wanted to do now was to firmly take her by his side.

**** Dear friends, I am busy with work today, and there is another update that may be late, but I will try to update it as soon as possible. . .