President, don't mess around

There was silence along the way until the car drove into the villa. Feng Zhiming, who would always carry her into the room, walked into the room without looking at her.

Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, walked into the second floor, and saw Feng Zhiming standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, smoking a cigarette, how long had he not smoked in front of her, as long as he smoked, she knew he was in a bad mood , the best way is to stay away from him and not get close.

He stood by the door and hesitated for a while, then walked into the bedroom and surrounded him from behind, "Zhiming, don't be angry! It's not that I didn't say anything, it's that I have nothing to do with him at all!"

Ling Yanyan leaned her face against his generous back, explaining to him.

But Feng Zhiming still ignored her, and after a long time, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it into the ashtray beside him.

"Zhiming, the only one I love is you, from the beginning to the end, why don't you believe me? I really don't have any other relationship with other men!" Ling Yanyan frowned, could he be too jealous? old?Are you really ignoring her?

"Zhiming!" Ling Yanyan's hands around his waist wandered irregularly around his body, unbuttoning his silk shirt, her pink lips brushed across his back through the shirt.

Feng Zhiming turned around, "Yanyan, you are lighting a fire." Although she was very angry, but anger was anger, and it was still her who felt the most distressed.

"Is it not possible?" Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at him innocently.

Feng Zhiming wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissed her sexy lips fiercely, and rolled over her pink lips until he had difficulty breathing, before letting go, "Yanyan, now, it's time for you to put out the fire." With a tug, the buttons on the clothes fell off, the clothes were slightly open, the lips moved on her fair skin, the big hand moved up, gently opened the pink underwear buckle, the lips kissed the red stamen on the chest, the teeth lightly Nibbling lightly.

"Hmm..." Ling Yanyan groaned softly, clasping his shoulders tightly with both hands.

Feng Zhiming picked her up, walked to the big bed in the room, untied the clothes that were in the way of the two of them, his strong body pressed against her softness, "Yanyan, are you sure you want it?" Feng Zhiming was afraid of her Can't bear his entry.

Ling Yanyan's face flushed, "Zhiming, love me!" Her words confirmed his answer.

His tightness squeezed into her small space, her tightness wrapped him tightly, and kept moving in her body, leading her to the peak of pleasure, until she was so tired that she leaned against his chest forward.

"Tired?" Feng Zhiming hugged the person in his arms tightly, wiping the dense sweat from her forehead.

Ling Yanyan closed her eyes and leaned against his chest, "Well, I'm tired." The small bracelet was around his waist, and she rubbed her face against his chest, finding a more comfortable position to lean against.

The corners of Feng Zhiming's mouth raised, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly, "Yanyan, you only love me all your life, you know? You can't look at other men again, you know?" He kept saying to her .

Ling Yanyan grunted and nodded, "Zhiming, I'm sleepy."

Seeing her confused appearance, she probably didn't listen to what he said just now!

Lu Zehao drove Yiyi back to the villa, "Daddy, Mommy, Yiyi is back." What responded to her was the silence of the room, "Uncle Zehao, Daddy and Mommy must have left Yiyi to play. "

Lu Zehao looked at Yiyi who looked at him pitifully with an aggrieved face, but just as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Zhiming walking downstairs in a nightgown.

"It seems that the two of you are living a good life." Lu Zehao looked at Feng Zhiming's neatly combed hair with a few strands hanging down, looking even more unruly.

Feng Zhiming looked at Yiyi who was trotting towards him, and picked her up.

"Then you have to let me have this opportunity." Feng Zhiming didn't blushed and was not out of breath, his eyes were fixed on him.

Lu Zehao chuckled, "Haha! You're welcome, as long as you are willing, I will provide you with such an opportunity at any time."

Feng Zhiming stared at him, "Then I won't send it off." He picked up his daughter and walked upstairs.

Ling Yanyan was also wearing silk light pink pajamas, "Yiyi is back, are you tired?"

"Not tired, Mommy, Aunt Yan'er is getting married, and Yiyi wants to wear beautiful clothes." Yiyi broke free from Feng Zhiming's arms, walked over, and hugged Ling Yanyan.

"Okay." Ling Yanyan nodded with a smile.

After dinner, the three sat on the sofa in the living room, Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan sat beside Yiyi, watching cartoons and eating fruits with her.

When Yiyi fell asleep, Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked up to the room on the second floor, covered her daughter with a quilt, turned off the light in the room, and did not see Ling Yanyan when she entered the room.

"Yanyan." Feng Zhiming called softly.

"Zhiming, I'm here." Ling Yanyan's voice came from the bathroom.

Feng Zhiming walked to the bathroom, and saw Ling Yanyan squatting in front of the bathtub busy, "What are you doing?"

"Put in the bath water!" Ling Yanyan didn't raise her head, her slender arms were dangling in the bathtub, a layer of foam floated up.

Feng Zhiming stepped forward and pulled her up, "You want to take a bath? Tell me, I'll do it."

"It's not me soaking it, it's you!" Ling Yanyan broke away from his arms, "Look, your hand is injured, and taking a shower will wet the wound."

Feng Zhiming hugged her into his arms, "Yanyan, what a fool, Yanyan, just a little injury on the hand, it's not that serious."

"No! You have to listen to me! Today, I'll give you a bath." Ling Yanyan began to unbutton his shirt.

"Just me to wash it alone?" Feng Zhiming didn't refuse to let her take off his clothes.

Ling Yanyan glared at him, "What are you thinking? Of course you wash it alone!" She turned around and did not look at him.

Feng Zhiming hugged her from behind, "You only take off my clothes, not my pants!"

He did it on purpose!Ling Yanyan blushed, and was about to walk out of the bathroom, but was pulled back by Feng Zhiming.

Only then did Ling Yanyan turn around, "Don't make trouble anymore, and I will leave you alone."

"Okay, I'll stop making trouble." Feng Zhiming chuckled.

Feng Zhiming lay comfortably in the jacuzzi, Ling Yanyan rubbed his arms with a bath ball.

"This way." Feng Zhiming also stretched out his left arm cheekily.

"Okay, got it." Ling Yanyan stood up, just as she touched Feng Zhiming's hand, he pulled her hard, and she also fell into the bathtub.

"Zhiming! My clothes are wet!" Ling Yanyan fell steadily into his arms, splashing water all over the floor.

Feng Zhiming smiled and said, "It's okay, just take it off when you get wet." He started to unbutton the button in front of her.

"Zhiming!" Ling Yanyan could only shout at him angrily.

"Understood, I'll take it off for you right away." Feng Zhiming smiled wickedly.

"I know that's not what I meant!" He did it on purpose. If she had known this, she shouldn't have kindly helped him take a bath.

Feng Zhiming had already helped her take off all the clothes on her body, "Then what do you mean?" His lips moved around her fair neck.

"Zhiming! You hate it!" Ling Yanyan turned from his arms, her whole soft body clinging to him.

Feng Zhiming tightly held her dancing hand, "Yanyan, if you move again, my injured hand will get wet."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Yanyan calmed down, "Let me see."

It's okay if you don't look at it, but you are even more angry when you look at it, the bandaged hands are already wet.

"Feng Zhiming!" Ling Yanyan supported Lian Yuan in the bathtub with both hands, glaring at him angrily.

"It's okay! Don't be angry, you will get angry." Feng Zhiming stretched out his long arms, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her mouth that was about to speak.

Her resistance and sanity were overwhelmed by his overwhelming kiss.

***** Dear friends, the two updates are over~~