President, don't mess around

"Is it really okay?" Li Minghao was still very worried, "I think it's better to go to the hospital."

"It's really not necessary, let's go back, the children should be worried, and, didn't you promise to play with Yiyi and Hanghang this afternoon? Don't let them down." Ling Yanyan walked forward.

Li Minghao could only keep up helplessly.

Back at the apartment, it was already night, "Thank you for staying with us all day." Ling Yanyan stood downstairs in the apartment.

"Silly Yanyan, go up and rest." Li Minghao patted her head, "Yiyi, Hanghang, you should also have a good rest. If you want to go somewhere to play, just tell uncle, and uncle will take you to play." The two lovely children are really energetic, and they don't get sleepy after playing for a whole day, but Ling Yanyan, who hasn't played anything, seems to be about to faint at any time.

"Okay, thank you uncle." Yiyi and Hanghang thanked each other tacitly.

"Minghao, go back quickly, be careful when driving on the road." Ling Yanyan held Yiyi and Hanghang's hands.

Li Minghao got into the car, "Yanyan, call me if you have anything to do." He waved his hand and said goodbye before driving away.

Ling Yanyan watched his car disappear into the night before turning around and walking into the apartment.

As soon as she walked into the room, the mobile phone in her bag rang. Ling Yanyan took out the mobile phone and looked at the name dancing on the screen, "Hanghang, and Yiyi go in and wash up first." After watching them walk into the bathroom, , and then pressed the answer button, "Hello."

"Why did you answer the phone so late?" Feng Zhiming's voice was obviously displeased. He had a meeting all day and called her right after the end, but he didn't expect to be answered after the phone rang so many times. rise.

"I didn't hear it just now." Ling Yanyan said lightly. In fact, the moment she heard his voice, her nose felt sore.

"Well, did you miss me today?" Feng Zhiming reluctantly accepted her bad reason.

Ling Yanyan paused, would he still expect to hear her affirmative answer?

"Why didn't you answer?" Listening to the tiredness in his voice, Ling Yanyan's heart ached, she missed him!Really Want!

"I miss you!" Ling Yanyan said softly.

Feng Zhiming heard her words, and chuckled with satisfaction, "Well, just remember to miss me, I have a party tonight, so hang up first."

The moment the phone was cut off, Ling Yanyan fell down on the sofa, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Yiyi and Hanghang came out of the bathroom, and when they looked at Ling Yanyan on the sofa, Yiyi ran forward, "Mommy! Are you feeling uncomfortable? Mommy!"

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "Mummy is fine, Hang Hang, take Yiyi back to her room to sleep."

"Okay, Auntie." Hanghang led Yiyi back to the room.

"Brother Hanghang, Mommy is crying, do you want to tell Daddy?" Yiyi and Hanghang sat on the carpet, tilting their heads.

Hang Hang nodded, "But, Dad is in Japan."

The two held their mobile phones and flipped through the numbers, "I'd better tell Daddy, Mommy listens to Daddy the most."

The cute tender pink mobile phone dialed the number, but no one answered for a long time.

"No one answered Daddy's phone." Yiyi pouted while holding the phone.

"Call my mother." Hang Hang pressed a series of numbers, and after a long time, the phone was picked up, "Hello." An unhappy male voice came.

"Mom?" Hanghang frowned.

"She doesn't have time to answer the phone." Lu Zehao said nonchalantly, did he bother his parents so much?

"Hao, give me the phone." Yan Erjiao took the phone panting, "Son, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, you guys are busy!" Hanghang was speechless, it's broad daylight in France, right?It seems that he will be promoted to elder brother soon.

The two sat on the ground with sad faces.

The phone suddenly rang again, and Yiyi saw the word Daddy dancing on the screen, and answered the phone excitedly, "Daddy."

"He's not here." Wang Xueyi's voice came.

"Auntie." Yiyi called softly.

Wang Xueyi suddenly replied loudly, "Shut up! You are just a little bitch, what right do you have to call me auntie, Feng Zhiming is my husband, my daughter's daddy, not yours." He hung up the phone directly.

Yiyi pursed her mouth, and her bright black eyes were covered with mist.

"Yiyi, what's the matter?" Hanghang looked at her grievance, two lines of poor tears slid down, gently wiped them away with his hands.

"Brother Hanghang, doesn't Daddy want me anymore?" Lying on Hanghang's shoulder, he cried loudly.

Hanghang wiped her tears for her, and comforted her, "Yiyi is so good, how could dad not want you, if he doesn't want you, there will be me!" He said to her like an adult.

Yiyi fell asleep in Hanghang's arms.

Ling Yanyan walked into the room and took out the contraceptive pills in her bag. She should not be pregnant, she is taking the pills every day.However, in the recent period of time, her physical reaction had to make her suspect that everything was a reaction in the early stages of pregnancy.

She put her hand on her lower abdomen. If she has a child, should she give birth?Definitely, just like Yiyi back then, even if she raised her alone, she would not take away the child's right to come into this world.

Lying on the bed, the place where he had slept, and his breath, enveloping her thickly, was no match for drowsiness after all, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Zhiming came back from the outside with a middle-aged Japanese client, "President Feng, your plan is great, I like it very much."

"Then how about we take some time to visit the factory building?" Feng Zhiming said in fluent Japanese.

"Yes, I will ask the secretary to arrange the time in these two days." This is a win-win project. Facing one of the largest consortiums in Japan, Feng Zhiming is also very confident, otherwise, he would not come in person.

As soon as Wang Xueyi saw them coming, she immediately stood up, politely bowed ninety degrees to the Japanese customer, then turned her head and said to Feng Zhiming, "You're back! You dropped your phone here." Hand him the phone back.

Feng Zhiming just glanced at her and put the phone back in his pocket.

After seeing off the Japanese customer, Feng Zhiming was about to walk out of the restaurant, Wang Xueyi picked up the handbag beside him, and quickly followed, "Zhiming, take me back, I'm not driving." He put his hand on his arm.

Feng Zhiming shook her off, "Take the car back." When he thought that she had to come with him to meet the client in the morning, he was displeased.

"Zhiming, Zhiming!" Wang Xueyi caught up with him again, her ten-inch high heels sprained, and she fell to the ground.

Feng Zhiming stopped, turned his head and looked at her frowning, "I seem to have sprained my ankle." He tried hard to stand up, but couldn't.

He took a step forward, walked over, helped her up, and Wang Xueyi leaned into his arms, "I can't walk, what should I do?"

Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked towards the car, while Wang Xueyi, who was nestled in his arms, had a chilling smile on her face.