President, don't mess around

"Why do you say she is Yanyan? Aren't you Yuqing?" Wang Xueyi turned her head, still holding Ling Yanyan's wrist tightly.

Ling Yanyan looked at her, stretched out her other hand, and stroked her messy hair, "I'm Ling Yanyan."

Wang Xueyi's face froze with a sudden smile, "Ling Yanyan?! You are the bitch who snatched Zhiming! You are a bitch!" The hand that was holding her wrist let go, but it started to pull Ling Yanyan's. head with long hair.

"No! Yuqing!" Shen Yushu stepped forward, but Wang Xueyi seemed to go crazy, pulled Ling Yanyan and ran into a tall building.

Coincidentally, Chen Feng also caught up with Qianqian, who was still crying.

"Xueyi!" Chen Feng put down Qianqian, handed it to Shen Yushu, and ran into the building.

While coaxing Qianqian, Shen Yushu took out her mobile phone and dialed Feng Zhiming's mobile phone, but she was never picked up, so she gave a wry smile, he probably won't answer her calls now, right?Just as he was thinking, the phone was picked up.

"Mrs. Mo, the president is in a meeting." Li Rui's voice came in a low voice.

"Something happened to Yanyan." Shen Yushu said hastily.

Afterwards, the phone was handed to Feng Zhiming, "What's going on?"

Shen Yushu told Feng Zhiming what happened, but Feng Zhiming's face on the other end of the phone became more and more ugly, he got up directly, and walked out of the meeting room.

Li Rui seemed to understand it too, "Today's meeting is here first." Then he also walked out of the meeting room.

On the rooftop on the top floor, Wang Xueyi still held Ling Yanyan tightly, "Wang Xueyi, let me go!" Ling Yanyan's wrist hurt from her grasp.

"Why should I let you go? You stole my inscription! You stole my inscription!" Wang Xueyi pushed hard, pushing Ling Yanyan away, and her back hit the railing heavily.

Wang Xueyi pinched Ling Yanyan's fair neck tightly, "The one who snatches Zhiming can only die, only die!"

Ling Yanyan reached out to pull her away, but she pinched her even tighter.

"Xueyi, let her go." As soon as Chen Feng walked up to the roof, he saw Wang Xueyi holding Ling Yanyan tightly, standing on the edge of the roof.

"No! She is going to die! Or, I will die with her!" Wang Xueyi looked at Ling Yanyan's paler and paler face, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

And Shen Yushu also came up holding Qianqian, and as soon as Qianqian came down from Shen Yushu's arms, she ran over crying.

Feng Zhiming and Li Rui also reached the top floor of the rooftop as quickly as possible.

Seeing Ling Yanyan's paler and paler face, Feng Zhiming's expression darkened, "Let go of Yanyan!" He wanted to step forward while speaking, but was stopped by Chen Feng.

"Let me go! She's been a little delirious since last night, and doesn't know what she's doing." Chen Feng said helplessly.

Chen Feng walked over step by step, "Xueyi, you still have me! And Qianqian!" He talked to her, persuading her.

Wang Xueyi's hand on Ling Yanyan's neck loosened, and she wanted to hug the crying Qianqian, but Chen Feng pushed Ling Yanyan away, "Go!"

"No! You can't go!" Wang Xueyi seemed to have recovered, she turned around and held Ling Yanyan tightly, no matter how hard Ren Chenfeng pulled her, she couldn't pull her away.

Feng Zhiming strode forward, only one step away, Wang Xueyi shook his hand vigorously, Ling Yanyan fell to the ground, Chen Feng suddenly lost his balance, and his body hit the railing heavily, but the railing suddenly fell, and his whole body fell to the ground. Fall together with the railing.

Feng Zhiming wanted to reach out to hold him, but it was still a step too late. Chen Feng had already fallen heavily from the 30-storey building.

"No!!" Wang Xueyi squatted on the other side of the railing, yelling loudly, tears couldn't stop sliding down, and her whole body fell to the ground.

Feng Zhiming helped Ling Yanyan up, "Yanyan, is there any injury?" Looking at her slender arm, there was a large scratch.

And Ling Yanyan also seemed to be frightened, she just shook her head and didn't speak.

Feng Zhiming picked her up by the waist, "Li Rui, deal with this." Then he strode away.

Sitting in the office, Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan's trembling body tightly, and kept stroking her back with his big hands.

The secretary brought in a cup of hot tea, and Feng Zhiming handed it over, "Come, drink some water."

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No! He's dead, he's dead..." she murmured, "He died because he saved me."

"No! It's none of your business." Feng Zhiming comforted her, "This was an accident."

Ling Yanyan finally fell asleep in his arms, but he could tell that she was still very unsteady, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her small hands were tightly clutching the corner of his shirt.

He carried her into the lounge and asked her to lie down. He just moved when Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, "Zhiming, don't go."

"I won't go." Feng Zhiming lay down beside her, letting her lean comfortably in his arms.

Caressing her face with his hand, he knew that such a thing would happen. He would rather let her accompany him in the meeting in the conference room than let her leave the company alone.

As the night gradually darkened, the dim moonlight shone into the room, Feng Zhiming got out of bed and walked out of the lounge, Li Rui was already waiting in the office.

"How is it?" Feng Zhiming asked lightly.

"She has a mental problem and has been transferred to a psychiatric hospital. Chen Feng's funeral is already being handled, and Qianqian was taken away by Mrs. Mo." Li Rui said calmly.

Feng Zhiming nodded, "Understood, you can handle the matter well!"

At this time, the door of the lounge was opened, and Ling Yanyan stood by the door, "Why are you up?" Feng Zhiming strode away and walked to her side.

"Let's go home!" Ling Yanyan raised her head, her watery eyes looked at Feng Zhiming.

"Okay, let's go home." Feng Zhiming nodded in agreement, picked up the handbag she put on the sofa, and handed the car keys to Li Rui, "Go and drive."

After Li Rui left the office, Feng Zhiming walked out of the office with Ling Yanyan in his arms.

In the back seat of the car, Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan tightly, and she just leaned silently.

The black Mercedes stopped in front of the villa by the sea. Ling Yanyan looked at Bai who caught her eyes through the car window, opened the car door, and the two got out of the car together before Li Rui drove away.

"Let's go! Let's go in." Feng Zhiming put his arms around her waist, opened the door, and turned on the crystal chandelier. The whole room was filled with warmth.

"Do we live here?" Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms and asked softly.

"You can live wherever you want." Feng Zhiming sat down on the sofa with his arms around her.

Ling Yanyan wrapped her slender arms around his waist, "Tomorrow, can I go and see Wang Xueyi?"

Now that Wang Xueyi has become like this, how can she bear it?Love can only be two people pleasing each other, but if love is wrong, it will not only hurt others, but also hurt yourself.

"You want to see her?" Feng Zhiming's voice raised slightly.

Ling Yanyan nodded.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Feng Zhiming didn't give her an affirmative answer, but just took out the medicine box in the cabinet and began to help her deal with the scratches on her arms.

*****Dears, I’m sorry, I originally planned to update another chapter today, because I have to go out at night and there is no internet, so I can only add an update tomorrow~~ Tomorrow will come with some sweetness~~