President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly shook, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground, "What's wrong?" Feng Zhiming looked at her, and summoned the waiter to replace the chopsticks for her.

"It's nothing." Ling Yanyan just suddenly felt a pain in her heart, a very uneasy feeling.

"Is there something uncomfortable?" Feng Zhiming reached out to her smooth forehead, "I don't have a fever! Is it because I feel uncomfortable after being exposed to the sun at noon?"

Seeing his eager concern and flustered expression, Ling Yanyan smiled, "I'm fine, I'm so nervous!" Cool little hands held his big hand.

He is so strange today, "Is there something wrong with you?" Ling Yanyan always felt that he was unusual today.

Feng Zhiming shook his head, "What are you thinking? Eat quickly." Looking at the rice still full in front of her, he frowned in displeasure and pursed his lips tightly.

Looking at Ling Yanyan in front of him, he still couldn't remember the past. What kind of relationship did he have with her in the past?Did the two people in the past love or hate?

Wang Xueyi's words were no longer credible.

divorce?Did he want to divorce because of Yanyan?Is it the little woman in front of him whose every move affects his heart?

Wang Xueyi was sitting in the living room of the villa. It was almost midnight, and he probably wouldn't be back today.Is he not going to be here again?

Everything seems to have gone off track.

At this time, two dazzling car lights flashed into the villa, she walked quickly to the door, and saw Feng Zhiming stepped out of the car gracefully with a long leg.

"Zhiming, you're back." She greeted her with a smile.

Feng Zhiming ignored her, walked into the room and sat in the living room, "Are you waiting for me?" He lit a cigarette and said lightly.

"I'm worried about you." Wang Xueyi sat down beside him, reaching out to hold him, but he avoided it without a trace.

"Zhiming, I am your wife, you trust me, right? Ling Yanyan, she is a slut, she follows you just for your money. She is getting close to you on purpose." Wang Xueyi yelled at him with.

"Do you have any evidence to prove it?" Feng Zhiming looked at her coldly.

"Do you want evidence? Okay, I'll take you there." Wang Xueyi took him to the second floor, the innermost cabin in the corridor, opened the door, and it was full of photos, but he could tell that it wasn't Yanyan.

"Zhiming, all the photos here are Yuqing, your beloved Yuqing, and my good sister. Eight years ago, she was pregnant with your child and died in a car accident. Let me take care of you and let you marry me." , you have also fulfilled your promise to Yuqing, even if you don't love me, I will be by your side willingly, because I love you!" Wang Xueyi returned all the photos to their original places, these photos can restore his Heart?

Feng Zhiming walked into the room, looked at the photos, and the words written under each photo, the words were indeed his own.

Sure enough, the two look alike.

"This is the space you give Yuqing, where you come when you miss Yuqing." Wang Xueyi put her arms around his waist from behind.

"Zhiming, don't leave me, I really love you! Yanyan's appearance was not accidental, she approached you on purpose." She completely slandered Ling Yanyan.

Feng Zhiming threw her away, "Do you think I will still trust you? I don't love you at all." He looked at her coldly, he didn't love her!If he loves her, why does he hate her approaching, if he loves her, why doesn't he have any feeling for her?

"No! You love me! You are just bewitched by Ling Yanyan now. One day, you will remember that the only person you love is me." Tears slid down her cheeks, her face was pitiful .

Feng Zhiming held her face in his hands, "Then wait until one day I think of you." There was no tenderness in his voice, only a touch of coldness.

"Then do you still want to be with Ling Yanyan?" Wang Xueyi asked him.

Feng Zhiming didn't answer, but she already understood.

He will still be with Ling Yanyan, no matter whether Ling Yanyan is in his memory or not, he will go to be with her.

He left the room, drove off, and drove back to his apartment downtown.

Ling Yanyan was wearing a white lace nightdress, and sat barefoot on the long blanket in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He went back today. After getting off work, he sent her back and left.

Arms wrapped around legs, chin on knees, eyes staring out the window at night.

Feng Zhiming walked into the room and saw her posture. After a long time, she still didn't move. He stepped forward and hugged her, "Ah..." Ling Yanyan screamed, "It hurts. .”

Feng Zhiming put her lightly on the bed, turned on the crystal chandelier, "Where does it hurt?"

"Legs are numb." Ling Yanyan pouted, "Why are you walking without making a sound?" If it wasn't for the good security here and the fact that only his fingerprints could be used to get in, she was really worried.

Feng Zhiming gently rubbed her calf, "It's not that I walk silently, what are you thinking? Are you thinking of me?"

"I didn't think about anything." Ling Yanyan shook her head.

"You obviously miss me, why don't you admit it?" Feng Zhiming stared at her pretending to be displeased.

"No way!" Ling Yanyan's fair face was stained with a layer of blush.

Feng Zhiming held her in his arms, "Is it bad to admit that you miss me?"

She leaned tightly in his arms, only his breath could reassure her.

Three days later, the gauze on Ling Yanyan's forehead was removed, and the wound had healed. "Fortunately, there are no scars left." Rough fingers caressed the still smooth forehead.

"That car..." Ling Yanyan looked at him. She already knew that the car had been brought back from the repair shop, but it was nowhere to be seen.

"It's scrapped." Feng Zhiming glared at her fiercely before uttering a few simple words.

Ling Yanyan grimaced, "That's my car."

"I know." Feng Zhiming drove the car and left the hospital.

"Since you know, why did you scrap my car without my consent?" Ling Yanyan glared at him unhappily, but Feng Zhiming, who was driving the car, pretended not to see it.

Ling Yanyan saw that he didn't speak, "Then what should I do if I want to go out in the future?"

"I'll take it off, no matter where you go, I'll take it off." Feng Zhiming stretched out a hand to hold her hand, and continued to drive.

"Overbearing." The car accident was an accident, why didn't she even let her drive the car!

Feng Zhiming smiled and continued to drive, but the phone rang suddenly, and he pressed the answer button on the Bluetooth headset, "Li Rui, speak."

"President, we have arrived, do we want to go directly to the apartment?"

"No, we'll pick it up." Feng Zhiming hung up the phone and turned the car around.

"Aren't you going back to the company?" Ling Yanyan asked, the company is almost here, where are you going?

Feng Zhiming nodded, "Pick up someone first." Step on the accelerator and drive to the destination.

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