President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan didn't go anywhere every day, just stayed in the hotel room in a daze, looking out the window, without saying a word.

"Yanyan, can you really be alone? Aren't you going back to the US with me?" Ling Yunxiang received a call from the US and had to go back due to some urgent matters.

Ling Yanyan turned her gaze back from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and forced a smile on her pale face, "Dad, I'm fine." Now she still couldn't bear to leave this city with him.

"Take care of yourself, and call me if you need something." Ling Yunxiang hugged his daughter, and left the hotel with his suitcase.

The sky gradually darkened, the night shrouded in loneliness, Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around herself, and curled up on the single sofa.

As the night deepened, she suddenly stood up from the sofa, picked up the white coat and dressing on the hanger, walked out of the hotel, and hailed a taxi.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the small white villa by the sea, took out the car keys in the bag, and opened the door. The room was pitch black, and the ceiling crystal lamp in the living room was turned on, and there was a soft sound. The light illuminated the entire room, passed through the living room, walked up the semi-circular staircase, and walked up to the second floor. A pungent smell of alcohol hit Ling Yanyan's senses.

Turning on the light, I saw Feng Zhiming slumped on the sofa, and there were empty wine bottles in front of the coffee table, and Ling Yanyan's first reaction was to leave, she didn't expect him to be here.

"Yanyan, Yanyan..." Feng Zhiming's sexy lips spit out her name lightly.

But Ling Yanyan's footsteps stopped again, she turned around, and moved towards him.

Feng Zhiming's bushy short hair, which was neatly combed originally, is now in a mess, without any shape at all, stubble appears on his chin, his thick brows are tightly frowned, several buttons of his white shirt are unbuttoned, and his neck is completely unbuttoned. The tie between them was also loosely pulled across.

How did he become like this?

Ling Yanyan knelt down in front of him, and touched his face with her small hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Feng Zhiming stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the little hand that was wandering on his face, "Yanyan, why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back? Why did you still wait for me after so long? Won't you come?" He said vaguely.

Ling Yanyan struggled to lift him up, but his heavy body was pressed against her, and as soon as he touched the edge of the bed, both of them fell into the soft big bed.

Putting his arm firmly on Ling Yanyan's body, he hugged her tightly, "Yanyan." Her fragrant body fragrance made him move closer, and his sexy thin lips kissed her delicately.

Ling Yanyan should have refused, but she couldn't push him away, he made her feel distressed.

Let him take off the clothes on her body, and kiss with domineering desire, leaving marks of love on her fair body.

Her body has long been involuntarily prepared for him, knowing that the current him doesn't know what he is doing, but she still can't resist him.

His firm arms tightly hugged her soft body, two tightly intertwined bodies, his muscular body sprinting presumptuously in her soft private place, drunk, he lacked a tenderness, More wildness.

Ling Yanyan's hands tightly grasped his shoulders, making deep fingerprints.

"Well... ah..." His back and forth rhythm made her moan coquettishly, "I love you, I love you..." Ling Yanyan's wet tears fell on his cheeks Body, mixed with sweat.

This time, let yourself be by his side for the last time!For the last time, let myself indulge in joy under his body, and for the last time, let myself be nostalgic for his warm embrace.

After the joy, Feng Zhiming fell into a deep sleep, a burst of even breathing sounded, Ling Yanyan lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, tears slipped down silently, dripping on his chest .

He is not her whole life; he is not what she should expect.

Ling Yanyan endured the soreness in her body, got up from the bed, took the neatly stacked pink silk pajamas on the bedside and put it on, leaned down, and kissed his lips with pink and tender red lips, the stubble on her chin was very prickly. It hurts, but I can't match the pain in my heart.

She opened the cabinet, took out her clothes, and put them in a small box. If she wanted to completely cut off, she had to move all her things away. Here, the home that belonged to her no longer belonged to her. she is gone.

After changing into a suit of clothes, he took another look at Feng Zhiming on the bed, goodbye, the one I love.

Turning around, she picked up her suitcase and walked out of the room. The early morning night seemed particularly cool, the cool wind blowing messed up her hair and her heart.

Pulling the suitcase and walking on the road, it took a long time before a car came into her sight.

"Miss, where are you going?" The taxi driver asked Ling Yanyan, who was sitting in the back seat of the car with tears and a pale face.

Ling Yanyan suddenly didn't know how to answer?yes!Where is she going?Where should she go?Maybe she shouldn't be here at all.

"Why don't I take you to the hotel?" The driver looked at her carrying the luggage and couldn't tell where she was going, so he said kindly to her.

"No! Don't!" Ling Yanyan refused without even thinking about it. She didn't want to go to the hotel. The hotel was only temporary, and she didn't want to be a passer-by in this city.

"Then where are you going?" The driver slowed down, but still said patiently.

After Ling Yanyan was silent for a long time, she opened her mouth to say an address.

From the villa area in the east district to the villa district in the west district, the taxi stopped in front of a villa after more than an hour. Ling Yanyan paid the fare and stood in front of the villa with her suitcase.

The taxi had already left in the dust, but Ling Yanyan didn't ring the doorbell, she squatted on the square pillar by the door, wrapped her arms around herself, and let herself disappear in the night.

Li Minghao was dressed in white sportswear and a white towel around his neck. He walked out of the gate of the villa, but saw a petite figure squatting on the ground beside him.

"Yanyan?" Li Minghao looked at her in surprise, sitting in a corner with his whole body cold, picked her up by the waist, walked into the room, carried her back to the bedroom, and ordered Mama Wu, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, to bring Ling Yanyan Bring in your luggage.

Gently put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. How long has she been outside the door, her body is so cold that there is no trace of temperature.

Ling Yanyan woke up slowly, looking at a somewhat familiar room, the memory of last night slowly came to mind, "Minghao."

"How long have you been outside?" Li Minghao looked at her weak appearance, and really wanted to beat her up, "Why didn't you ring the doorbell? Didn't you call me?"

Ling Yanyan looked at him aggrievedly, "It's very late."

Li Minghao brought a glass of warm water, "Come on, have a drink first."

"Minghao, I have nowhere to go, can you take me in?" Ling Yanyan took a sip of water and looked at him pitifully.

"This room is reserved for you forever." Li Minghao embraced her in his arms.

But at this moment, Qin Lin's expression darkened as she stood by the door. It turned out that he loved Ling Yanyan, so he turned a blind eye to her.

His tenderness and affection are only for Ling Yanyan.

*****The two updates are over~~huhu~~~