President, don't mess around

In a desolate suburb, there is only one old orphanage, the rain is heavy, the thunder is rumbling, a small person, with two braids, holding a small flower umbrella in his hand, "happy Le, you have to stay here obediently, Dad will pick you up later, okay?" A man about 30 years old, wearing an old shirt, with messy hair and looking a bit downcast, leaned over to face the little man. son talking.

She nodded, "Understood, Dad, you have to come back early, I will wait obediently." A pair of big watery eyes looked at the adult in front of him, looked at his leaving back, and threw away The little flower umbrella in her hand, "Dad, I'm waiting for you to come back to pick me up, you have to come back early." With her hands in front of her mouth, she shouted loudly, and a burst of thunder sounded, she squatted on the side of the road in fright, tears streaming down her face , the small hand kept wiping away the tears, and the lips were tightly pressed.

"Dad!" Ling Yanyan woke up from her dream with cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhiming walked quickly to her desk as soon as he heard her exclamation, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" He reached out and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Only then did Ling Yanyan realize that she had fallen asleep in the office, "I'm sorry! I fell asleep." Ling Yanyan got up, dizzy, and fell into Feng Zhiming's arms.

Wang Xueyi walked into the office with the documents, but saw Ling Yanyan leaning against Feng Zhiming's arms, she even wanted to take away her Zhiming, "Zhiming, what's wrong with Special Assistant Ling?"

As soon as Ling Yanyan heard the voice, she got up from Feng Zhiming's arms, "Mr. Wang, hello."

Wang Xueyi looked at her pale face, "Assistant Ling, are you feeling unwell?" While speaking, she leaned into Feng Zhiming's arms.

"I'm fine. Thank you Mr. Wang for your concern. I'll go to the bathroom." Ling Yanyan said and walked out of the office.

Feng Zhiming walked back to his desk and sat down, "When will you change your habit of not knocking?"

"Zhiming, were you with Ling Tezhu last night?" Wang Xueyi tried her best to speak calmly.

Feng Zhiming didn't answer, "Did you come here just to ask me this?" He lit a cigarette casually.

Wang Xueyi sat down opposite him, "Zhiming, do you really want to use Ling Yanyan as Yuqing's stand-in? This is not fair to her." Wang Xueyi had a fear in her heart, she was afraid that Ling Yanyan would one day beyond the position of the stand-in.

"I don't need you to take care of Ling Yanyan. Even though I promised Yuqing to marry you, I don't want to get married now. If you have nothing to do, let's go out first. At noon, let's book a restaurant!" This is Feng Zhiming's biggest concession.

When Wang Xueyi heard his last words, she nodded with a smile, "Okay."

Ling Yanyan stood in front of the mirror at the sink, looking at her pale face, how long has it been?I haven't had this dream before. This was her childhood nightmare, and it was the scene she didn't want to recall the most. But why, did she have this dream just now?She has changed from the abandoned Ling Lele to the current Ling Yanyan. She has been trying her best to forget that she was once a little girl abandoned by her father outside the orphanage. What she wants to do now is to be happy and carefree Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan pinched her cheeks vigorously with her hands, making her face rosier, walked back to the office, sat back at the desk, and stroked her forehead with her hand.

"Can you tell me, what dream did you have?" Feng Zhiming stood beside her for a minute, Ling Yanyan didn't feel it at all, until his voice rang in her ears.

"Oh, it's nothing." Ling Yanyan's voice trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists.

Feng Zhiming stretched out his hand, pulled her into the lounge, pushed her down on the bed, and looked down at her, "Say it or not."

Ling Yanyan looked at him, bit her lips tightly, "I forgot." She was afraid that she would be vulnerable in front of him.

"Really?" Feng Zhiming took a step closer, narrowed his eyes, and stared at her.

Ling Yanyan curled up beside the bed, "I beg you, don't force me, okay?" She raised her face to keep her tears from flowing.

"You have no right to ask me, everything you have is mine." Feng Zhiming saw timidity in her eyes.

Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around her curled legs, "That was my worst nightmare. When I was six years old, my father threw me at the gate of the orphanage and left me standing alone in the rain. There was thunder and lightning, he left me, I waited for him for so many years, but he never came back to pick me up." Tears still flowed down.

Feng Zhiming's heart skipped a beat, she was abandoned by her father, so she has nothing to do with Yuqing.

"Then do you still miss him? Are you still waiting for him to pick up your daughter?" Feng Zhiming asked lightly.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No, I have forgotten what he looks like." Father, this word has no place in her heart.

"From now on, let me protect you." Feng Zhiming kissed away the tears on her face.

Ling Yanyan burst into tears without any scruples, and threw herself into his arms.

When she was tired from crying and fell asleep in his arms, Feng Zhiming relaxed his movements, asked her to lie down, covered her with the quilt, and then looked down at the wetness of the shirt on his body. Ling Yanyan, who was asleep, said: "Yanyan, I hope you didn't appear to restrain me."

Putting his hand on her tear-stained face, "Looking at you, I would rather see you laughing and arguing with me and resisting me."

"Dad, why didn't you come back to pick me up? Dad, do you know that I'm waiting for you? Why don't you want me? I will be obedient, come back and pick me up!" Ling Yanyan was raving in her sleep, but , was still clearly heard by Feng Zhiming.

"It's really your style to be stubborn." Feng Zhiming turned on the heater in the room, and then gently closed the door.

Feng Zhiming stood in front of the French window, smoking a cigarette, one after another.

Yuqing, I miss you so much!Opened the bottom of the drawer in the office, and took out a photo. The person inside was smiling very sweetly. His facial features and appearance were exactly the same as Ling Yanyan's, they were almost carved out of the same mold.

His slender fingers caressed the smiling face in the photo, "Have you forgotten about me? Otherwise, why don't you come to me in my dreams? Why are you so cruel? Don't you know that I miss you? ?”

There was an indelible pain on Feng Zhiming's face. There was a knock on the door, and he put the photo back in the drawer before letting the secretary in.

"President, about the afternoon schedule," Secretary Chen walked in holding the itinerary.

Feng Zhiming waved his hand, "The afternoon schedule has been cancelled, everything has been postponed, and the meeting has been postponed until tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes, President." The secretary walked out of the office.

In the afternoon, his time is all hers, no, it should be theirs.

Ling Yanyan woke up, only to realize that she had lost her composure and vulnerability in front of Feng Zhiming again. She had just walked out of the lounge and checked the time, and she had already left work.

Without saying a word, Feng Zhiming dragged her out of the company.