President, don't mess around

Tears flowed from Wang Xueyi's eyes, dripping on the divorce agreement, her teeth clenched on her lips, and finally, she signed her name.

it's over!Everything was over the moment she signed.

Chen Feng was surprisingly calm, walked to Wang Xueyi's side, and helped her up, "Let's go!" As soon as he stood up, he heard Qianqian's voice.

"Mum, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Where are you going?" Sissy hugged Wang Xueyi's leg tightly.

"Let's go, let's leave, let's leave." Yang Yunfang felt heartbroken when she saw Qianqian.

"Grandma, why did you drive my mommy away?" Qianqian ran over with a small body and stood beside Yang Yunfang.

"I'm not your grandma!" Yang Yunfang pushed her away, and now when she saw this child, she couldn't get angry.

Sissy fell down on the plush rug, and she, who was always doted on, began to cry.

"Wang Xueyi, take this bastard away quickly, you will be annoyed when you see it." Yang Yunfang waved her hand impatiently.

Wang Xueyi stepped forward and held her daughter's hand, "Qi Qian, go with Mommy." Walking out of the hall, she turned her head, took a look at the villa, and then went out.

But Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at Feng Zhiming, she saw a stern face, without any emotion, she stretched out her slender arms and wrapped them around his waist.

Shen Yushu fell down on the sofa, she didn't expect things to turn out like this, but when she saw Mo Fangming's gloomy face, what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it.

With Wang Xueyi and the others leaving, the entire villa fell silent.

Feng Zhiming put his arms around Ling Yanyan's slender waist and walked to the second floor.

"Do this, will you?" Ling Yanyan was stopped by Feng Zhiming as soon as she opened her mouth.

"You don't need to say anything. Treating her like this is the greatest tolerance to her. Do you still want me to give her a mansion or a luxury car?" Feng Zhiming stared at her.

At the end of Ling Yanyan's words, she could only lower her head slightly, "That's not what I meant."

"Then don't even talk about it." In fact, Feng Zhiming already knew what kind of person Ling Yanyan was, and if it made him angry, it would be better not to say it.

Ling Yanyan sat down by the bed, looking a little weak, as if she hadn't recovered from the situation just now.

Feng Zhiming sat down beside her, put his hands on her shoulders, and gently hugged her in his arms, "I didn't tell you, don't think about anything, just listen to me."

She sighed slightly, and leaned into his arms, everything was over, but when she looked at Wang Xueyi's lonely back, she couldn't bear it, was Wang Xueyi wrong?She was not wrong, she just loved the wrong person.She just wanted to keep that love, but she used the wrong method.

Feng Zhiming felt Ling Yanyan in his arms, and heard her steady breathing, hugged her and lay flat on the bed, but was too hard, pulling the wound on the back, frowning slightly, and covered her with the quilt , sit down on the edge of the bed.

His big hand caressed her face, seeing only a faint pink scar on her neck, his sexy lips fell, and he kissed her gently.

The person on the bed groaned, turned over and continued to sleep, looked at the haggard Ling Yanyan, Feng Zhiming and Yi lay down beside her, let her lean into his arms, Ling Yanyan was pillowing him arms, surrounded by the familiar breath, sleeping soundly.

Opening his eyes again, the sky was already bright, looking at the handsome face so close, he buried his head and shrank back into his embrace.

Feng Zhiming's arm tightly held her slender waist, and the two bodies were pressed together. After a long time, Ling Yanyan moved her body, wanting to get up.

"Don't move, let me hug you for a while." Feng Zhiming said lazily.

"But..." Ling Yanyan was afraid that she might accidentally touch his wound.

Feng Zhiming opened his eyes, looked at her, lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, "Sleep a little longer."

He didn't want her to be too tired, so he stayed with him in the hospital for a week, and the shadow in front of him was getting thicker and thicker.

Ling Yanyan could only close her eyes obediently and nestle in his arms.

Feng Zhiming was sitting in the office, while Ling Yanyan was sitting on the sofa beside him, listening to him explaining things to his secretary, the fashion magazine in his hand had been flipped through countless times.

Half an hour later, the secretary recorded everything and left the office.

Feng Zhiming put down the gold pen in his hand and walked towards her, "Are you bored?" He reached out and took the fashion magazine away.

"No." Ling Yanyan smiled and shook her head, "I'm afraid you're too tired."

He had just been discharged from the hospital and was going to be busy coming to the company, so she insisted on following him. It had been three days in a row. Whether it was going to the hospital for reexamination or at the company, Ling Yanyan followed him.

"If you're bored, go out for a stroll. I'll come and find you after the meeting." Feng Zhiming stroked her long, smooth hair.

"I'll ask Li Rui to take you there."

"No need, I'll just take a walk nearby." Ling Yanyan pressed a kiss on his face and smiled sweetly.

Feng Zhiming held her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Call me if you need anything."

Ling Yanyan walked out of the company, but she didn't know where to go, but just two steps away, a voice stopped her, turned her head, and saw Shen Yushu standing two steps away from her.

"Yanyan, can you talk to me?" Shen Yushu asked her with a pleading tone.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about." Ling Yanyan refused.

It's not that she is cruel, it's just that she doesn't know how to face her. It's better to just treat her as a stranger, so that, at least, she won't be burdened.

Ling Yanyan walked forward, and Shen Yushu followed, "Yanyan, do you hate me that much? You don't even want to talk to me?" She thought about it all night, and talked with Mo Fangming all night, Now she can even give up her 20-year relationship with Mo Fangming for Ling Yanyan, but it's too late!

"Don't follow me anymore." Ling Yanyan turned her head and said to her.

Shen Yushu held her back: "Yanyan!"

"I don't want to see you now." Ling Yanyan broke away from her holding her hand and walked forward.

At a corner, Ling Yanyan was suddenly pulled vigorously, and Wang Xueyi appeared in front of her.

"What do you want to do here?" Ling Yanyan saw that her hair was a little messy, and the makeup on her face was no longer as bright as before, and the smile on her mouth scared her.

"I'm not doing anything, don't be afraid." Wang Xueyi smiled lightly, "I'm here to save you! Look, that old woman has been pulling you."

"Wang Xueyi?" Ling Yanyan looked at her suspiciously.

Wang Xueyi stretched out her index finger and put it between her lips, "Shh, don't talk, be careful not to be heard by that old woman."

When Shen Yushu saw Wang Xueyi pulling Ling Yanyan, she felt worried, "Xueyi, let go of Yanyan."

"Yanyan? Who is Yanyan? Her? You, an old woman, misunderstood someone. She is Yuqing, my good sister Yuqing." Wang Xueyi giggled.

Shen Yushu panicked and wanted to walk over, "Xueyi, Mom please, don't hurt Yanyan."

***** Dear friends, the first update in the morning. . .Thank you for the flowers, tickets and VIPs, okay~~