President, don't mess around

"Go to sleep! I'm tired too." Ling Yanyan reached out and touched the crystal chandelier in the room, leaving only a shaded lamp by the bed, emitting a dim light.

Feng Zhiming stepped forward, reached out and picked her up from the bed.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Ling Yanyan screamed loudly.

"Do you want to wake up your daughter or your father?" Feng Zhiming said in her ear coldly.

Although Ling Yanyan closed her mouth, she still struggled to get up from his embrace.

Feng Zhiming carried her into the bedroom, kicked her lightly, and the door closed and locked again.

"Let me go!" Ling Yanyan still couldn't break free from his restraint.

Walking towards the big bed, Feng Zhiming threw her on the soft big bed, and then bent down.

"Feng Zhiming, let me go! You are not allowed to touch me!" Ling Yanyan's hands were tightly fixed by him, and she could only shout at him.

Feng Zhiming's kiss fell and covered her lips, blocking her opening and closing mouth, and started to unzip her dress.

His deep kiss almost took away all her breath, and when he let her go, Ling Yanyan panted heavily.

"You are not allowed to resist me!" Feng Zhiming said domineeringly.

"Why are you not allowed to resist? You can go to Miss Yu Xin, she is so beautiful, I think you two get along very well." Ling Yanyan put her little hand on his chest, not letting him approach.

The corner of Feng Zhiming's mouth raised, "Yanyan, why are you so jealous today? I remember you didn't drink vinegar at night, or did you drink it secretly in the kitchen?"

Ling Yanyan turned her head and didn't look at him. He was still in the mood to joke, but she wasn't in the mood.

"Why don't you talk?" Feng Zhiming reached out and pulled her face, "Because Yuxin, you are so awkward with me, won't you even let me touch you? Huh?" Deep eyes looked into her eyes.

"That's right! Anyway, you have other women waiting for you, do you still need me? I think that as soon as you make a phone call, that Miss Yuxin will definitely appear in front of you immediately and solve your needs." Ling Yanyan was angry. Staring into his eyes, he said angrily.

Feng Zhiming narrowed his long and narrow eyes, "Ling Yanyan, I want you because I love you." What needs to be solved?Can this need be solved by any woman?It also depends on whether he is willing or not.

"But, you are obviously very kind to Yu Xin!" Ling Yanyan lowered her lips, but now he is still right. Doesn't he know how sad he is?

"But I love you. Yuxin was my neighbor when I was young. I only saw her as a younger sister, and she only regarded me as an older brother. She is not interested in me." Feng Zhiming explained to her seriously with.

Ling Yanyan's watery eyes blinked, "Is it true? You didn't lie to me?"

"When did I ever lie to you!" Feng Zhiming's voice rose several times. Is she dizzy now?For asking this question, I really wanted to beat her up.

Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes, with an innocent face, "But, it's true that you are bothering. In the past, there were so many women around you that you couldn't even count them."

"You..." Feng Zhiming roared angrily.

"Am I wrong?" Ling Yanyan pursed her lips tightly, and yelled at her when she got angry, was it louder than her voice?

Feng Zhiming tore it hard, and the gauze skirt on his body fell off the body and fell to the ground, "Yanyan, you should know the consequences of your words."

His kiss fell, with punishment, domineering, and possessiveness, leaving the imprint of his love on every inch of her body.

Ling Yanyan resisted weakly, all her sanity was emptied by his kiss, she gasped and groaned under him, he was moving in her body, so she could hardly keep up with his rhythm, her fingers pinched his shoulder tightly , printed with deep fingerprints.

Time and time again, until she fainted from exhaustion, he withdrew from her body, reached out and stroked the sweat from her forehead, with a strange blush on her face, making her look even more alluring.

Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly, resting her head on his firm arm.

He brushed away the strands of hair that fell on his forehead, what a fool, he was so jealous that he refused to admit it.

Pulling over the thin quilt, it covered her naked body, dimmed the wall lamp, and then closed her eyes with satisfaction.

A hasty knock on the door woke up the sleeping people in the room. Ling Yanyan groaned and opened her eyes. The faint sunlight had shone into the room through the gauze curtain, her sore body moved, but He was hugged by the strong long arms again.

"Mommy, Mommy." Yiyi stood at the door, holding the doorknob, but couldn't open the door, so she kept patting on the door with her small hands.

"Yiyi is knocking on the door." Ling Yanyan wanted to push him away, but he hugged him even tighter.

"No matter, sleep again." Feng Zhiming frowned, and continued to close his eyes.

But Yiyi still kept knocking on the door, Feng Zhiming got up helplessly, put on his nightgown, and went to open the door.

Yiyi's small body threw herself into Feng Zhiming's arms, "Daddy, Mommy, the teacher said to get up early in the morning, the sun is already out, why are you still sleeping?"

Feng Zhiming picked up his daughter, "Be good, Yiyi, don't disturb Mommy, Mommy was tired last night."

"Then I want to sleep with Mommy." Yiyi looked at Ling Yanyan on the bed.

As soon as Ling Yanyan heard her daughter's words, she opened her eyes, "Mommy won't sleep anymore." If her daughter saw the bruises on her body, she would probably face her daughter's [-] whys next. .

After Feng Zhiming carried her daughter out of the bedroom, Ling Yanyan reached for the silk pajamas beside the bed and put them on.

As soon as Yiyi saw Ling Yanyan coming out, she stretched out her arms to hug her.

Ling Yanyan leaned over and hugged Yiyi, but the hickey mark on her neck was reflected in her daughter's eyes, "Mum, does this place hurt?"

Only Feng Zhiming chuckled from the side.

"You still dare to laugh? It's not all because of you." Ling Yanyan blushed and glared at Feng Zhiming angrily.

"Oh, it was Daddy who bullied Mommy!" Yiyi looked clear, "No wonder Auntie Yan'er always said that Uncle Zehao bullied her."

Ling Yanyan looked at the daughter in her arms, "Yiyi, children can't talk nonsense about adults."

"How could I? Auntie Yan'er told Uncle Zehao when she was angry. Brother Hanghang and I heard it by accident." Yiyi looked helpless.

After Feng Zhiming paused for a while, he opened his mouth slowly and helped Ling Yanyan change the subject, "Yiyi, where is grandpa?"

"Grandpa answered a phone call early and went out." Yiyi lowered her head, holding Ling Yanyan's hand with her small hands, blinking her eyes like black pearls.

After Ling Yanyan and Feng Zhiming looked at each other, as if they knew where he had gone, they didn't speak again.

Until Yiyi pulled Ling Yanyan and shouted that she was hungry.

"Okay, Mommy is going to cook something delicious for you." Ling Yanyan put down her daughter and was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, but was stopped by Feng Zhiming, "Change your clothes and eat outside. I don't want you to be so tired. I'm going to cook breakfast." There was obvious ambiguity in the words.

Ling Yanyan just glared at him for a while, and she only made sarcastic remarks, not all because of him as the chief culprit.

***** Dear friends, there are two updates today. .I have to hold a meeting later, so I can't add more. . .