President, don't mess around

There was a sound of unlocking the door, Ling Yanyan wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand, stood up, and walked forward, "You're back!" with a smile on her face.

Feng Zhiming stared at her with deep eyes, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing! I'm waiting for you to come back." Ling Yanyan took his arm.

Feng Zhiming looked at her reddened eyes, "Crying?" He stroked her face with his big hand.

"No." Ling Yanyan denied.

As soon as he walked into the living room, the three cups of tea on the coffee table had cooled down, Feng Zhiming frowned, "What is this?" He asked her coldly.

Ling Yanyan's body froze slightly, "This is..."

"Who has been here?" Feng Zhiming pulled him to his eyes and stared coldly.

"No one has been here." Even if he opened his eyes and told lies, he couldn't tell him that Wang Xueyi and the others had been here.

"Ling Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming roared, "Do you think I'm a fool or an idiot? Tell me, who is here?"

Tears fell down again, "Why are you fierce? Why are you fierce me? Why? I hate you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to go upstairs, but was grabbed by Feng Zhiming and brought him into his arms inside.

"Ling Yanyan, can you stop being so disobedient?" Feng Zhiming hugged her and whispered in her ear.

Ling Yanyan buried her face in front of his chest, letting tears wet the shirt on her chest.

"She has been here, right? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let them in?" Feng Zhiming was angry, was she a fool?Will Wang Xueyi give her a good look when she comes here?It was because he was worried about her that he brought her to the hut by the sea. Unexpectedly, Wang Xueyi found her anyway.

Ling Yanyan raised her head, "I'm fine, really fine. As long as I love you, no matter what, no matter what they say, I will never give up, absolutely not."

Feng Zhiming sighed, and wiped the tears off her face, "From now on, don't see her without my permission, and if you meet her on the road occasionally, you should not know her, understand?" He ordered her.

Ling Yanyan nodded, "I listen to you, I listen to you."

Feng Zhiming hugged her quietly and sat on the sofa until she fell asleep.

He gently carried her to the bed on the second floor and covered her with the quilt.

Li Minghao drove back to the villa, and as soon as he entered the room, he smelled a pungent burning smell, and strode into the kitchen, "What are you doing again?"

Qin Lin, who was busy in the kitchen, turned around, glanced at him, and continued to work with her head down.

"I'm cooking!" Sweat dripped from his forehead.

"I think you want to destroy my kitchen." Li Minghao frowned unhappily. She had been in the villa for the past few days, and it would be good if she didn't make trouble. I was busy in the kitchen every day, and all the meals I cooked every day went into the trash can.

"Mother Wu." Li Minghao called the helper at home.

"Yes, sir." Wu Ma appeared in front of him not long after.

"Clean up the kitchen and invite her out of the kitchen." As soon as she finished speaking, she walked up to the second floor, poured a glass of wine, and stood in front of the French window. How is she doing?That day, Feng Zhiming discharged her from the hospital. After taking her away, he never contacted her again. It's not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't.With Feng Zhiming by her side, she should be able to live well, and I hope her worries are unnecessary.

He drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and poured another glass.

"Brother Hao, you're drinking again!" Qin Lin walked in and looked at him holding the wine glass again, "I really don't understand, I drink every day, and I like to be in a daze," she sat down on the sofa, tilted her head leg.

"You are not allowed to come in my room casually, don't you remember?" Li Minghao put down his glass and said coldly to Qin Lin in front of him.

Qin Lin nodded, "Understood, uncle." After speaking, she stood up and left his room.

Li Minghao sighed helplessly, he really regretted that he made this wrong decision in a moment of soft-heartedness.

Feng Zhiming went downstairs, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number, "Li Rui, I won't go to the company these days, just send an email if I have something to do, and all schedules will be cancelled."

"Yes, President." Hang up the phone.

"You, you don't need to do this for me." Ling Yanyan came downstairs with bare feet and a light purple silk pajamas.

Feng Zhiming turned around, "Why are you up?" Seeing that she wasn't even wearing shoes, he couldn't help but frown slightly, and picked her up to get her feet off the cold ground.

"Can you go to work tomorrow?" Ling Yanyan raised her head and said to him.

Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't you want me to accompany you?" He was afraid that she would think wildly by herself.

"No, it doesn't matter. I'm not a child anymore." Ling Yanyan nestled in his arms, her little hands intertwined with his big hands.

"But you are the person I love the most." Feng Zhiming said, kissing her pink cheeks with wet lips.

"Then I'll go with you, okay? I've been bored at home for so long, and I want to go out for a walk." Ling Yanyan didn't want him to do nothing for her, just stay by her side.

Feng Zhiming's eyes were fixed on her, "Do you really want to go to the company with me?"

"Well," she nodded.

"Okay, it's good to go out and relax." Feng Zhiming didn't object this time.

Early in the morning, Ling Yanyan got up, prepared breakfast in the kitchen, fried half-boiled eggs, and made his favorite coffee.

Walked up to the second floor, "It's time to get up." Ling Yanyan sat down beside the bed, and patted his handsome face with her small hands.

And Feng Zhiming, who still had her eyes closed, grabbed her with her long arms, and she fell into his arms, being pressed down by him.

"Let go of me!" Ling Yanyan kept patting him.

"Don't make trouble, let me hug you for a while." Feng Zhiming's voice came muffled.

When she came up, he woke up, listening to her preparing breakfast downstairs, why did he need her to prepare breakfast, he hoped that she could be by his side, nestled in his arms.

Ling Yanyan no longer resisted, and cuddled tightly in his arms.

After a long time, he let her go, "From now on, you don't need to get up so early to prepare breakfast, you know?"

Ling Yanyan looked at him, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

"Did you hear that?" Feng Zhiming asked again.

"If you don't say a word, you know it. I will find a helper." He finished.

Ling Yanyan took his hand, "Not good! I want to cook for you myself."

"I'm afraid you're too tired." Feng Zhiming buried his head in her hair.

"Not tired, not tired at all." Ling Yanyan said lightly.

Feng Zhiming raised his head and met her shining eyes, "We want another child."

No matter what, he wanted Yanyan to have another child that belonged to them. This time, he wanted to accompany her, from conception to birth.

But Li Minghao's words floated into his mind, her physique and this miscarriage would make it difficult for her to get pregnant again, but Ling Yanyan didn't need to know about this.