President, don't mess around

"You just take care of your body now, don't worry about anything else, just leave it to me." Feng Zhiming looked at the worry on her face, picked her up, and let her lie down on the bed.

"I'm already healed, so I don't need to lie down like this every day." Seeing Feng Zhiming's cautious appearance, she smiled slightly.

With him here, how could something happen to her?He is her everything!

Ling Yanyan lay down in the most comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

After a good night's sleep, I woke up early in the morning, looked at Feng Zhiming who was sleeping soundly beside me, and stroked his face with a small hand. He fell asleep like a child. Ling Yanyan smiled lightly and touched his face. With a kiss on her face, she got up and got out of bed, put on a set of home clothes, went downstairs, and started preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Feng Zhiming turned over, and there was no one on the other side of the bed, his pretty eyebrows were frowned, and he put on a nightgown and went downstairs.

"Zhiming, you're awake!" Ling Yanyan walked towards him quickly, tripped accidentally, and leaned forward, "Ah!" When she was about to make semi-close contact with the ground, she was caught Feng Zhiming hugged her slender waist.

"Slow down." Feng Zhiming firmly stabilized her body in front of him, "Why did you wake up so early?" He held her slightly cold little hand.

Ling Yanyan grabbed him tightly, raised her face, "I'll get up to make breakfast, are you hungry, go and wash up, you can have breakfast, I'll go see if Yiyi is awake." Follow him to the second floor.

Feng Zhiming could only shake his head helplessly.

Yiyi sat in front of the dining table, "Mum, you made a lot of breakfast today, but can we finish it?" Seeing the large square dining table full of various foods, Yiyi stuffed a piece of glutinous rice cake to the mouth.

"Yiyi also eat more, let Daddy eat more." Ling Yanyan said with a smile, and handed a half-cooked poached egg to Feng Zhiming.

They were still having breakfast, so Lu Zehao drove Yan'er and Hanghang to the villa, "Oh my God! Yanyan, what kind of meal are you cooking? You can make enough for ten people." Yan'er As soon as he entered the restaurant and saw the grand occasion, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Ling Yanyan in surprise.

Feng Zhiming smiled slightly, "Didn't you come too, let's eat together!" They must have not eaten since they came so early!

"It turns out that we have our share too!" Yan Er smiled and pulled Lu Zehao to sit down on the empty seat.

After breakfast, Lu Zehao took Yan'er and the others to the bridal shop to try on dresses. Ling Yanyan just got up to clean up the dining table, "Yanyan, you sit and rest, I will clean up." Feng Zhiming let her sit on the sofa sit on.

"No need. I'll just come." Ling Yanyan looked at him hesitantly, and watched him put on an apron, "Just sit down!" Feng Zhiming said and started to get busy in the kitchen.

Ling Yanyan stood in the dining room, looking at Feng Zhiming who was washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly a surge of heat surged up, he, the president of a large global conglomerate, since when did he do this, watching him clumsily hold the Holding the bowl, washing it under the flowing faucet, suddenly Feng Zhiming's hand slipped, and the porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and it shattered with a bang.

"Don't move." Ling Yanyan spoke quickly, but she was a step too late. Feng Zhiming had already bent down to pick up the pieces of the bowl. Accidentally, a bloody gash was drawn on her finger without warning.

Ling Yanyan held his hand with her small hand, "It's bleeding, why are you so careless?" She looked at his injured hand distressedly.

"A small injury, but it doesn't hurt." Feng Zhiming said with a smile when he saw two tears falling on his hands.

"Why doesn't it hurt? Hurry up, go get some medicine first." Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Ling Yanyan wiped the wound with a cotton swab, "I said I don't need you to wash it, but I still have to wash it, and it hurts."

Feng Zhiming raised her head that had been lowered all the time, "Silly girl, this little injury is nothing, I see you are still crying." Wiping away her tears.

At this time, Mrs. Li, who was on vacation, came back. As soon as she came in, she saw two people in the living room, "Sir, miss, I'm back."

"Oh, Mrs. Li, help clean up the kitchen." Ling Yanyan turned her head and said to Mrs. Li.

Aunt Li hurriedly put down the small luggage bag in her hand, walked into the kitchen and began to clean up the mess.

Feng Zhiming still drove Ling Yanyan to the largest fashion manufacturer in France, and handed over the design drawings to them, "Will it take half a month to complete?" Ling Yanyan felt that it was still a bit late.

"Miss Ling, because the material and accessories you designed may be difficult to find. If you replace them with other materials, the three-dimensional effect may not be as strong in all aspects." Although the production supervisor Annie has a certain friendship with Ling Yanyan However, Ling Yanyan's requirements for clothing have always been very high, let alone a wedding dress, so she can't be hasty.

In fact, she also understood what Annie said, "Annie, I will trouble you."

"You don't need to be so polite. I haven't seen you for so long, but you've lost weight again. Take your husband to dinner sometime when you have time!" Annie glanced at Feng Zhiming, who was sitting aside, reading the newspaper and waiting for them.

Ling Yanyan blushed, "He's not my husband."

"Whether it's your husband or not, he is definitely the one who loves you the most." Annie smiled lightly, she could see Feng Zhiming's consideration for her, "No wonder, so many handsome guys fell in love with you before, you And indifferent." Annie teased her.

Feng Zhiming put down the newspaper in his hand and stepped forward, "What? Are you talking about me?" With a charming smile on his face, he walked between them.

"No." Ling Yanyan directly denied it, the faster she denied it, the less Feng Zhiming believed it.

"Really?" Feng Zhiming looked at her in disbelief. This silly woman obviously couldn't tell a lie, but she was eager to deny it.

"Mr. Feng, you are so lucky to have such a good girl as Yanyan. She was very popular in the past five years! Mr. Jack, the deputy manager of our company, has been chasing her for a long time!" Annie ignored Ling Yanyan Her eyes signaled that she had revealed all her secrets.

"I see." Feng Zhiming put his hand on Ling Yanyan's shoulder.

"Annie, let's leave first if we have something to do, then I'll leave this wedding dress to you." Ling Yanyan was afraid that if Annie continued talking, Feng Zhiming next to her would be very jealous.

As soon as the two of them left the office building, they got into the car, "Yanyan, do you have something to tell me?"

"No." Ling Yanyan sat in the passenger seat and lowered her head slightly.

"Then what's Mr. Jack, what's the deputy manager, what's going on?" Feng Zhiming asked in a cold voice.

Ling Yanyan pulled the corner of her lower lip lightly, "Zhiming, it's nothing! Don't listen to Annie's nonsense." Jack chased her for a long time, but she didn't accept it!What's more, she can't stop others from chasing her!

"You don't want to say it? Or is it too much for you to say?" Feng Zhiming reached out and squeezed her shoulder tightly.

Ling Yanyan frowned, "It hurts!"

Feng Zhiming glared at her, "If you know it hurts, remember to stay away from other men next time." Let her go and drive away.

***** Dear friends, one chapter will be updated first, and there will be another update later. . .