President, don't mess around

Not long after, Li Rui brought the doctor to the apartment, "Doctor, how is Yanyan? Is it serious?" Feng Zhiming asked anxiously after the doctor checked her.

"President, Ms. Ling has a high fever, which may be caused by a cold. I'll give her a fever-reducing injection first, take some medicine, and let her rest for a day. If the high fever persists at night, send her to the hospital!" Doctor Said to Feng Zhiming.

Feng Zhiming nodded, "Okay, got it."

"Rui, I won't go to the company today, and cancel my schedule for today." Feng Zhiming decided to stay with her. She was sick, but he suffered more than her.

Li Rui and the doctor left the apartment, and Feng Zhiming sat by the bed, stroking her hot cheek with his big hand.His brows were deeply furrowed, and he kept coughing.

"Yanyan, are you feeling bad?" Feng Zhiming lay on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and patted her on the back gently.

Ling Yanyan stretched out her hand to push him away, but she couldn't muster the strength, she didn't even have the strength to shake her head, and her headache came back again and again.

When she fell asleep, Feng Zhiming got up and was busy in the kitchen, boiling water and cooking porridge.

Ling Yanyan fell asleep for a while, when she heard voices in the kitchen in a daze, she got out of bed with difficulty, before taking two steps, her legs softened, and she fell to the ground, "Ah!" Ling Yanyan bumped into On the coffee table, I almost fainted from the pain.

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhiming ran from the kitchen to the bedroom, and picked up Ling Yanyan from the ground, "Didn't you sleep well? What are you doing up!" She put on the bed and covered herself with the quilt.

"I thought it was a thief." Ling Yanyan said in a hoarse voice, reaching out and gently pulling the black nightgown on his body.

Feng Zhiming glared at her angrily: "Stopped by a thief? What are you thinking about in your little head all day long? Also, even if you were caught by a thief, is it useful for you to get up? Do you want to catch him? Do you think you are now Is it possible?" The girl who didn't know what to do.

Ling Yanyan stroked her forehead, "I'm sorry, I have a fever and feel confused." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly coughed.

Feng Zhiming sat on the bed, patted her on the back, handed her a glass of water, and fed her himself.

"Okay, lie down and sleep for a while, and I'll call you when it's time to take the medicine." Feng Zhiming helped her cover the quilt, and she obediently closed her eyes.

Wang Xueyi didn't wait for Feng Zhiming to come back all night. After he agreed to move into the villa, no one appeared in the villa. He still didn't see him when he arrived at the company in the morning. At the desk, a call was made: "Secretary Lin, is the president here?"

"President Wang, the president hasn't come today." Secretary Lin on the other end of the phone answered her formulaically.

Wang Xueyi's face was full of disappointment, "Oh, I see, what about Special Assistant Ling?" The answer he got was still the same.Wang Xueyi slammed the microphone down on the table.

Wang Xueyi finally couldn't hold back her heart, took out her mobile phone from the white Dior handbag, and pressed the number that was so familiar that she could no longer be familiar with it.

The phone was picked up almost half a minute later, "Hello, Zhiming? Where are you now?" Wang Xueyi asked incoherently when she heard his magnetic voice.

Feng Zhiming walked to the living room and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?" His voice was cold without any warmth, which formed a strong contrast with his attitude towards Ling Yanyan.

"Zhiming, what's the matter with you recently? You promised to accompany me to lunch at noon yesterday, why didn't you come? You didn't come back last night, which made me worry all night. Where are you now?" Wang Xueyi bombarded Asked in succession.

Feng Zhiming took the phone some distance away from his ear, and after she finished speaking, he said, "Are you even interfering in my private life now?"

She is a good woman, but she is not what he likes, and he has never loved her.

"No, Zhiming, I'm just worried about you." Wang Xueyi could feel how indifferent he was on the other end of the phone.

Feng Zhiming heard a cough coming from the bedroom, "I have something to do, so I'll hang up first." Without giving her any chance to speak, she hung up the phone directly.

Holding the phone, Wang Xueyi was in a daze, Zhiming must be with some woman, but who could it be?Is it Yu Na?Or Ling Yanyan?Or another woman?

No!J.She can't let other women take away her inscription. Mo Yuqing didn't get the inscription back then, and she didn't become Mrs. Feng, let alone these extremely vulgar women. Feng Zhiming's wife can only be her , only she is qualified to take the position of wife of the president of Feng Group.

Feng Zhiming walked back to the bedroom, "What's the matter? Yanyan." She was stroking her chest, as if she was suffering.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, panting heavily: "I'm fine, is there something wrong with the company, you go and get busy, I'll be fine after I sleep alone."

Feng Zhiming caressed her face distressedly, "How can I rest assured that you, a stupid woman, are alone at home. Are you hungry? I'll get some porridge."

After a while, Feng Zhiming sat by the bed with a bowl of porridge, and fed her small mouthfuls, "Is it delicious?" Seeing that she had finished eating half a bowl of porridge, he grinned with satisfaction.

Ling Yanyan nodded, "It's delicious, and I'm very full, thank you." Today, she saw a different side of Feng Zhiming, he would be gentle and considerate, what's more different is that he also Can cook such delicious porridge.

"I don't want to thank you verbally, I prefer the actual one." He put the bowl on the bedside table and moved his face closer.

Ling Yanyan turned her head to the other side: "No way. It will be contagious."

"Okay, I'm kidding you, I'm finally feeling refreshed. I was really scared by you this morning. You rest, and I'll go get the medicine." Feng Zhiming thoughtfully brought a cushion for her to make her lean more comfortably.

Soon, Feng Zhiming held a water glass in one hand and a large pile of medicine in the other.

Ling Yanyan looked at him: "You haven't eaten yet, have you? It's all my fault, if it wasn't for me..."

Putting down the water glass and medicine in his hand, Feng Zhiming stretched out his index finger and placed it between her lips, "Shh, don't say anything. Take the medicine obediently."

Under the effect of the medicine, Ling Yanyan slept for another afternoon, and Feng Zhiming also stayed with her all afternoon, never leaving her. When she woke up again, it was almost evening, when she sat up, she saw the girl sitting on the sofa. Feng Zhiming looked at the information on the laptop.

Feng Zhiming looked up and saw Ling Yanyan who had woken up, "You're awake." He got up and walked in front of her, and kissed her forehead affectionately, "Is it still uncomfortable? The fever has subsided a little."

"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan got out of bed quickly, and turned around, "Look, I'm fine." Turning around again, she felt dizzy and almost fell, but fortunately Feng Zhiming supported her.