President, don't mess around

"Senior, you eat too." Ling Yanyan handed over the grilled fish on the grill plate, and handed it to Yu Chen.

The two returned to their original appearance, eating barbecue, drinking drinks, talking and chatting with a smile.

Before I knew it, it was almost ten o'clock, Ling Yanyan drank the last sip of juice in the cup, "Senior, I'm so full."

"It's good to eat enough, you look so thin. I haven't seen you in half a year, why haven't you gained weight?" Yu Chen shook her slender arm with his hand, but there was still no flesh.

"No, this is just right, it won't look good if you are too fat." Ling Yanyan looked down at herself.

The two walked on the long road in the academy, "Is it cold?" Yu Chen took off his suit jacket and put it on Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan shyly refused, "No need, senior."

"Put it on, don't get cold." Yu Chen put on the clothes Ling Yanyan took off again, "I'll take you back, you have to go to work tomorrow!"

A few minutes later, the car stopped under her apartment, "Go to bed early, don't go to bed too late." Yu Chen got out of the car and opened the door for her.

"Understood, senior, why are you still as nagging as before?" Ling Yanyan handed the coat she was wearing to Yu Chen with a smile on her face.

"Senior, drive slowly on the way." Ling Yanyan waved to him.

Yu Chen stood in front of Ling Yanyan, looked at her, stepped forward and gave her a hug, "See you tomorrow."

Ling Yanyan watched him drive away before turning around and walking upstairs.

Feng Zhiming sat in the car, looked at the scene in front of him, frowned, and threw the cigarette in his hand some distance away.

Ling Yanyan put on her slippers and sat on the sofa. Alas, it seemed like an easy job. Going to work was more tiring than going to school, especially when she was with the president. Her heart was never at peace.

Ding dong, the doorbell rang, and Ling Yanyan went to open the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Feng Zhiming standing at the door, and her first reaction was to close the door.

But Feng Zhiming blocked it with his hand, "Ling Yanyan, is this how you treat the leader?" Pushing hard, the door was pushed open, and he strode into the room.

"President, it's so late, do you have something to do?" Ling Yanyan closed the door helplessly, and walked in front of him.

"Can't I come if I'm fine?" Feng Zhiming looked at her, "What? Is there a man hiding in your room?" Feng Zhiming pulled Ling Yanyan into his arms.

Ling Yanyan pushed him away vigorously, "How can there be any man? Stop talking nonsense." Besides, having a man is none of his business, right?

"It's fine without a man." Feng Zhiming pushed her to the wall, pressed her against the wall, bowed his head and kissed her, not allowing any resistance from her.

After a long time, Feng Zhiming let her go and held her in his arms, "You shouldn't be so close to other men, you shouldn't let other men hug you, the arms you rely on can only be mine. , remember?"

Ling Yanyan raised her head from his embrace, "Are you following me?" Her eyes were wide open.

Feng Zhiming pressed his forehead against hers, "I care about you." He kissed her again in a very reasonable way.

"Come on, smell the perfume on your body, didn't you go on a date with Miss Yu Na?" Ling Yanyan sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control.

Feng Zhiming also sat down, "It still smells good on you." He buried his face in her neck, and the breath he exhaled confused Ling Yanyan's heart, "President, it's too late, you can I'm going back." Ling Yanyan spoke to calm her heart.

"I'll stay here at night." Feng Zhiming ignored her surprised expression and said calmly.

Ling Yanyan jumped up, "Are you kidding me? Live with me?"

Feng Zhiming nodded, "That's right. Since you started working, you have to be by my side 24 hours a day."

"President, look, my house is so dilapidated, and the bed is so small and hard, you won't get used to it. Besides, you don't have a change of clothes here!" Ling Yanyan looked for a A lot of reasons and excuses wanted to drive Feng Zhiming out of her small room.

Feng Zhiming put his hands on his chest, "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about this." After speaking, he walked into the bathroom.Ling Yanyan was left standing in the living room blowing her beard and staring.

Walking to the bathroom door, hearing the sound of running water coming from inside, Ling Yanyan was so angry that she wanted to jump off the building.

A few minutes later, Feng Zhiming's short hair was dripping with water, his upper body was naked, and a white towel was wrapped around his lower body, and he walked out of the bathroom.

It was the first time in Ling Yanyan's life that she looked at a man's body like this, and her fair face was stained with a blush.

Feng Zhiming lay on the bed comfortably, Ling Yanyan glared at him, then turned and walked into the bathroom, if she could, she would lock herself in the bathroom overnight.

Half an hour later, under Feng Zhiming's urging, Ling Yanyan still walked out of the bathroom.

"Well, CEO, you can go to sleep, I'll just sleep on the sofa." Ling Yanyan took out a quilt from the cabinet, carried it to the living room.

Without saying a word, Feng Zhiming took a big stride and hugged Ling Yanyan onto the bed, dropping the quilt on the ground.

"Ah... what are you doing, let go!" Ling Yanyan screamed loudly, clapping her hands and kicking her feet, but she was still held down by Feng Zhiming and pressed under him.

Ling Yanyan met his eyes, and his shadow was reflected in her watery eyes, "Yanyan, you are mine, don't leave me." Feng Zhiming's voice was hoarse.

Ling Yanyan stopped struggling and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?" There was no focus in his eyes.

Feng Zhiming lowered his head and kissed her red lips, sucked them back and forth, opened her white teeth with his tongue, and tightly entangled with her tongue.

He tore off the pajamas on her body, and a mole on her left shoulder imprinted into his eyes, she is not Yuqing, there is no mole on Yuqing's shoulder, she is just Ling Yanyan who looks more like Yuqing, She is just Ling Yanyan.

"Yanyan, just be my Yanyan, okay?" Feng Zhiming imprinted his hickey on her body.

The robustness of a man and the softness of a woman fit tightly together. He wanted to possess her and turn her into his own woman.

Ling Yanyan held back the pain of becoming a woman tightly, and her ten fingers stuck tightly into his back.

He vented his desire and kept wanting her until Ling Yanyan lost consciousness, then he held her in his arms and kissed the fine sweat off her forehead.

Ling Yanyan, who was in a coma, was very quiet, and Ren Fengzhiming held her in his arms.Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt over the two of them.The night light came in from the window and reflected on Ling Yanyan's white porcelain face, "Yanyan, with you by my side, I think I will forget her, what I hope is that you are truly by my side , never leave me, and you never want to leave me," Feng Zhiming murmured softly, hugging her tightly, and the two of them slept together until dawn on this small bed.