President, don't mess around

Feng Zhiming had to catch an early flight, so he got up just after dawn, changed his clothes, looked at Ling Yanyan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips, "Wait for me to come back, my baby."

Carrying the suitcase, his hands just touched the metal door handle, and a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist.

"Did I wake you up?" Feng Zhiming put down the suitcase, turned around, and looked at her.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, she hadn't fallen asleep all this time, she clearly told herself not to let him go on a business trip without any burden, but she still couldn't help it.

"I'll take you to the airport, okay?" Ling Yanyan's hands were still tightly around his waist.

"No, I don't worry about you coming back alone. My car will be parked directly at the airport. If I need to go out, I will call Li Rui. He will listen to your orders 24 hours a day." Feng Zhiming looked at the shadow in front of her eyes , "I'll call you when I get there, go back to sleep first." Pick her up, put her on the bed, and cover her with a quilt.

"But..." She wanted to stay with him for a while, and it would take at least half an hour to get to the airport.

Feng Zhiming put his hand between her lips, "Shh, be obedient!" Ling Yanyan closed her eyes, and after a long time, Feng Zhiming left the room.

After hearing the door automatically close with a beep, a line of tears flowed from the corner of her closed eyes.

Feng Zhiming walked out of the airport with his suitcase. The people who had been waiting at the gate of the airport got out of the car when they saw him coming out, "President."

Feng Zhiming nodded, got into the car, "Go to the hotel."

The black car left the airport and drove to the most exclusive hotel in the city center.

After entering the senior presidential suite, the porter sent his suitcase to the room and left the room. Feng Zhiming took off his black suit jacket, sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and pressed a few Number, the doorbell rang, put the phone on the glass coffee table, and went to open the door.

Wang Xueyi stood in front of his room in a red tube top tight dress, "Why are you here?" Feng Zhiming said coldly.

"Zhiming, of course I'm here to accompany you. I'm worried that you're traveling alone." Wang Xueyi pointed to the suitcase at her feet.

Feng Zhiming walked back to the room, "It's not my first time on a business trip, you go back!" Sitting on the sofa, he looked at her.

"No! I don't want it!" Wang Xueyi refused. Since she came, she would not leave easily.

"Then what is your identity? Are you the general manager of the company? Or my Feng Zhiming's wife?" He looked at her with a cold face, without any warmth.

Wang Xueyi sat down beside him, "I didn't book a room." The implication was that she came as Feng Zhiming's wife.

"You can book now." Feng Zhiming didn't want to share a room with her either.

Wang Xueyi took his arm, "Don't be like this, we are husband and wife, why do we sleep separately?"

Feng Zhiming broke away from her, "But I don't want to." After finishing speaking, he walked to the bathroom, "I hope you have already left after I come out."

Wang Xueyi stood up reluctantly, but saw the mobile phone on the coffee table, and looked at the unfinished number on the screen of the mobile phone, which was only half, so it could be seen that the unbroadcast call was to be made to who.

The slender fingers moved on the screen and made a call.

Ling Yanyan was sitting on the sofa, holding the phone tightly in her hand, when a ring rang, she quickly answered the phone, "Zhi Ming, are you there yet?"

"Assistant Ling." Wang Xueyi's voice surprised her.

"It's you? Wang Xueyi?" Ling Yanyan's hand holding the phone trembled.

"That's right, it's me, why? Are you surprised to hear my voice?" Wang Xueyi smiled triumphantly.

Ling Yanyan's hands were clenched into fists, her joints were pale, did she go on a business trip with Zhiming? "Where's Zhiming?"

"What do you want him for? Don't forget, I'm his wife." Wang Xueyi killed everything to let Ling Yanyan approach Feng Zhiming.

Ling Yanyan was silent on the TV side.

"Ling Yanyan! You are just a third party who destroys other people's families, you are just a shameful mistress." Her merciless words hurt Ling Yanyan deeply.

"You're right, I'm a shameful mistress, but I love him!" Ling Yanyan's heart ached.

Wang Xueyi sneered, "You deserve to say love? Do you know why Zhiming and I came to Japan? He said he wanted to spend another honeymoon with me, so he came here. Do you think Zhiming really loves you? Before His kindness to you is just a novelty for a while, and it’s just a play on the occasion. If he really cares about you, why doesn’t he give you a title? Ling Yanyan, let me tell you, no matter whether Zhiming is before or after amnesia, He is my husband, and it only belongs to me, not yours, understand?"

Ling Yanyan leaned against the sofa. It turned out that she was really expecting too much. If she expected too much, she would be more disappointed. In the end, she would turn into despair.

He didn't want her to take him to the airport because he was afraid that he would see him and Wang Xueyi intimately, right?Then what did he say about waiting for me to come back?It was just a great irony to her.

"Then please love him well!" Hang up the phone directly, and then press the off button.

What should she do?When she heard Wang Xueyi's voice, her heart was actually shaken!Who does she have no confidence in?Do you feel that you don't love him enough?Or does he not love her enough?

Wang Xueyi put the phone back on the coffee table, looked at the bathroom door again, and then, pushing her suitcase, walked out of his room and turned into the suite next door.

Feng Zhiming tied a white bath towel around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom, his short black hair was still dripping with water.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and dialed the familiar number, but what came to him was an automatic voice.

Frowning slightly, is her phone dead again?

Wang Xueyi was sitting on the sofa, wearing a translucent red tulle nightgown, a bottle of whiskey on the tea table in front of her, and a transparent glass with ice beside it.Pour one-third of the wine into the glass, shake it a few times, and drink the amber liquid in the glass in one gulp, one glass after another, until the wine in front of him is finished.

Then he took out a white room card from the bag, with the room number printed in gold letters on it, walked out of the room, and stood in front of Feng Zhiming's room. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still inserted the room card in the Locked the door, opened the door.

In the huge living room, only the wall lamps were dimly lit, passing through the living room to the bedroom with soft lighting.

Feng Zhiming leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the documents, and flipped through them page by page, but his face was unusually calm, and his expression could not be seen.

"Zhiming!" Wang Xueyi called him softly.

Feng Zhiming raised his head from the file, and only glanced at her looming beautiful body, "How did you get in?" He continued to look at the file in his hand.