President, don't mess around

Not long after, Secretary Chen brought in another box of fast food. Although the dishes were all special meals in big hotels, Ling Yanyan didn't have much appetite either.

Feng Zhiming looked at her, "What's wrong with you? Have a bad appetite?" The lunch box in front of her was still full, and she didn't move a few times. Even if she moved, she fed it into his mouth.

"No! I ate late in the morning, and I'm not very hungry." Ling Yanyan found an excuse casually, anyway, he was not at home, so she didn't know if she was really full.

"Really?" Feng Zhiming looked suspicious.

Just as the two of them were talking, the door was suddenly opened, "Zhiming, Yanyan, can't you? You two are eating this here?" Qiu Yuxin walked in and looked at them.

"Why are you here?" Feng Zhiming just glanced at her indifferently, "Li Rui is not here."

"Of course I know he's not here! I'm not here to look for him." Qiu Yuxin sat on the single sofa beside her while talking, "I'm here to look for Yanyan!"

"Looking for me?" Ling Yanyan looked at her, "Shouldn't you be at work today?"

"I came to you for help just because I'm going to work." Qiu Yuxin smiled, "Zhiming, you don't mind, I can borrow Yanyan to use it?"

As soon as she saw Feng Zhiming, she knew that he was not happy, "Yu Xin, it's fine, I'm free this afternoon." Ling Yanyan deliberately angered him, seeing that his face was livid, and also agreed to Yu Xin's request.

"Don't worry! Zhiming, it won't be long, just a few hours!" Qiu Yuxin held Ling Yanyan affectionately.

A few hours were just a few hours, and when it was time to get off work, no one was seen. Feng Zhiming asked the driver to drive to the studio opened by Qiu Yuxin, only to see Ling Yanyan was immersed in drawing design drafts on the table.

"Okay, it's time for us to go home." Feng Zhiming took Ling Yanyan's hand.

"But, I haven't finished it yet!" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly, looking at the unfinished design draft reluctantly.

Feng Zhiming pulled her up, "No! Let Yu Xin handle the rest."

At this time, Yu Xin walked in from the outside, "Zhi Ming, you are here! Do you want some tea?"

"I won't drink tea, I'm going to take Yanyan home." Feng Zhiming said coldly, "Also, don't forget, Yanyan didn't do it for you for free."

Qiu Yuxin opened her eyes wide, "No way? You are such a big company, it's not that you can't afford Yanyan, you're so stingy!"

"Yes! That's right! Yanyan, let's go!" Feng Zhiming smiled evilly, and pulled Ling Yanyan out of Qiu Yuxin's studio, ignoring the shouts from Qiu Yuxin behind him.

Ling Yanyan was hugged by Feng Zhiming and sat in the back seat of the car, "Zhiming."

"Don't talk, rest for a while." After Feng Zhiming finished speaking, he pressed Ling Yanyan's head into his chest, and he leaned against the back of the seat and closed his eyes.

Ling Yanyan slightly raised the corners of her lips and leaned against his arms until the car stopped at the villa.

"I'm back! You can have dinner now." Yang Yunfang greeted her with a smile, "Yanyan, how are you doing today?"

Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yang Yunfang's attitude towards Ling Yanyan, although he knew that her attitude towards him had changed, but this has changed too quickly, right?

"What are you looking at, go upstairs to change clothes and eat." Yang Yunfang glared at her son, is she so strange to Yanyan?What kind of look is that?

"Auntie, let me go up with Zhiming!" Ling Yanyan sighed helplessly.

Feng Zhiming held her waist with one hand, "Is my mother okay?"

"Auntie is fine! Why do you ask that?" Ling Yanyan broke away from him, took off his suit jacket for him, and changed into a casual outfit for him.

"No! That's too weird!" Feng Zhiming's eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to see through her face.

"Let's go! It's time for dinner, uncle and aunt should be waiting." Ling Yanyan turned her head away and left the room quickly.

Feng Zhiming grabbed her suddenly, "Did you hide something from me? Or did you promise my mother some conditions?" He was very disturbed.

"No way! No! Let's talk about something after dinner." Ling Yanyan didn't want to talk to him in the room for a long time because of this matter.

Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan walked into the restaurant, and just as they sat down, the servant brought a bowl of fish soup, "Yanyan, come, have some crucian carp soup, I let Mama Zhang stew it all afternoon."

"Thank you, Auntie!" Ling Yanyan thanked her with a smile, looking at the thick soup in front of her, she suddenly felt hungry.

Yang Yunfang watched with satisfaction as Ling Yanyan drank more than half of a bowl of soup and kept nodding her head. Feng Zhihao did the same, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"Grandma, you are so weird today!" Yiyi finally raised her head and said to Yang Yunfang who was beside her.

"What's so strange about grandma?" Yang Yunfang asked, and at the same time gave her a piece of braised pork.

Yiyi took a bite of the meat, chewed it for a long time, and swallowed it before she spoke, "Grandma usually doesn't like to talk to Mommy, but today she asked Grandma Zhang to make soup for Mommy, isn't that strange?" Bright black eyes Still blinking.

"My child, eat quickly! Didn't the teacher say that you can't talk while eating?" Ling Yanyan looked at Yiyi's playful appearance, suppressed her smile, and kept a straight face on purpose.

Yiyi pursed her lips, "Why can't children talk, but adults can talk?" After finishing speaking, she continued to bow her head to eat.

After dinner, Yang Yunfang told Zhang Ma to go to the kitchen and cut the fruit, "Yiyi, from now on, grandma will accompany you, so don't pester Mommy, you know?" Yanyan's arms pulled her to his side.

"Why? Is Mommy going to accompany Daddy?" Yiyi tilted her head, looking at Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan.

Yang Yunfang glanced at Ling Yanyan, "Yes! Mommy wants to accompany Daddy, so grandma will accompany Yiyi."

"Yanyan, eat more fruits, it's good for your health." Yang Yunfang picked up an apple and handed it to her.

"Thank you, auntie." Ling Yanyan took it and ate it.

Feng Zhiming walked back to the bedroom and leaned on the sofa. Ling Yanyan walked in and sat down beside him, "Tomorrow, I have to go to the hospital."

"Is it tomorrow?" Feng Zhiming said casually.

"Yes. It's tomorrow." Ling Yanyan looked at him indifferently, "Then go to bed early tonight."

Feng Zhiming was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Ling Yanyan got up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and took out the business card in her bag. Afraid of waking Feng Zhiming, she walked into the bathroom.

"Hello, Dean Xiao, I'm sorry to bother you so late, can I trouble you tomorrow?" Ling Yanyan remembered what Xiao Yi said last time, and then called him.

"You're welcome, it's my honor to help you." Xiao Yi's voice was slightly bitter.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yanyan went back to the room, saw Feng Zhiming sleeping soundly on the bed, and stroked his face with her little hand, maybe, with Xiao Yi's help, his hand would heal quickly.

Turning off the dim bedside lamp, wrapping slender arms around his waist, buried his face in his arms.

But Feng Zhiming, who had been closing his eyes all the time, opened his eyes, looked at Ling Yanyan in his arms, and sighed silently in his heart.