President, don't mess around

As soon as the elevator door opened, Qiu Yuxin entered faster than anyone else, and bumped straight into a human wall. "Ouch!" He rubbed his aching forehead.

Feng Zhiming and Ling Yanyan stood at the door of the elevator, looking like they were enjoying the show.

Li Rui's serious face moved slightly, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"It's you! It hurts so much!" Qiu Yuxin frowned.

"Are you okay?" Li Rui's tone was all in the same tone without any ups and downs.

Qiu Yuxin shook her head, "Well, can you do me a favor?" Turning the blame away, she began to ask Li Rui for help.

"What?" Li Rui's gaze skipped over Qiu Yuxin in front of him, and landed on Feng Zhiming outside the elevator.

"I want Yanyan to help me finish the design draft, please tell Zhiming, okay?" Qiu Yuxin looked at Li Rui pitifully.

Li Rui just shook his head and said nothing.

In the end, under Qiu Yuxin's hard work, Ling Yanyan got into Qiu Yuxin's car.

"What! Smelly Li Rui, you will die if you speak for me! What a piece of wood! Uncarvable wood!" Qiu Yuxin complained while driving.

"Aren't you two already?" Ling Yanyan asked uncertainly.

Qiu Yuxin's fair face was suddenly stained with a blush, "Oh, what an accident!"

"Li Rui is actually a good man. Maybe, he has his worries and ideas. Give him some time." Ling Yanyan persuaded her.

"I know. In fact, I opened this studio for him. Only when I am independent can I get closer to him." Qiu Yuxin sighed slightly.

Ling Yanyan knew Qiu Yuxin's intentions in opening this publicity and planning studio, so she had no reason not to help.

After sitting for an afternoon, Ling Yanyan only felt a pain in her back, but she was still satisfied with the finished design.

"Yanyan, are you alright?" Qiu Yuxin saw Ling Yanyan's face pale as soon as she entered the office.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Ling Yanyan smiled, stood up with difficulty, and stroked her lower abdomen with her small hands.

Qiu Yuxin did not ignore her little gesture, "Yanyan, are you pregnant?"

"En." Ling Yanyan nodded.

"Zhiming must not know, right?" Qiu Yuxin looked at her, guessing that if he knew, he wouldn't let Yanyan work.

"I'm going to tell him tonight. Actually, I just found out. I'm a little scared. I'm afraid the child will..." Ling Yanyan was worried, after all, she had lost it before.

Qiu Yuxin took her hand, "No, I don't even know, and it kept you busy all afternoon, shall I take you back now?"

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Zhiming's figure appeared.

"Zhiming, you're here! I'm about to send Yanyan back!" Qiu Yuxin felt a little sorry.

Ling Yanyan walked towards him, "It's okay, I'll go back with Zhiming. Don't be too late." She took his arm.

"Zhiming, take good care of Yanyan!" Qiu Yuxin waved to them.

The two walked into the elevator, "Why did you come here so early today?" Ling Yanyan leaned against his chest, wrapping her slender arms around his waist.

"Mom is worried about you. She said you can't get through on the phone." Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Ah! My phone is out of battery, I forgot to charge it." Ling Yanyan suddenly remembered.

Feng Zhiming reached out and tapped the tip of her nose, "When did you become so confused? It's really worrying." There was a touch of helplessness in his tone.

Sitting in the car, Ling Yanyan was also tired in his arms, and fell asleep until the car parked in the garage of the villa.

"Are you tired?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Ling Yanyan nodded, "Yes."

The symptoms of early pregnancy became more and more obvious. As soon as Ling Yanyan returned to the room, she fell asleep on the bed.Feng Zhiming covered her with a quilt and walked downstairs.

"Yanyan is asleep?" Yang Yunfang asked him.

Feng Zhiming watched the financial news and nodded.

"Son, you didn't touch her last night, did you?" Yang Yunfang felt that it would be more reassuring to ask, seeing that Yanyan was so tired today, and her complexion was not very good.

Feng Zhiming turned his head and looked at Yang Yunfang, "Mom, when did you start asking about my bedroom? I'm a man." Although it's true that I didn't touch her last night, it doesn't mean that I didn't touch her at night. bump.

"You..." Yang Yunfang was angry. Apart from worrying about Yanyan's body, she was also worried about the child in her stomach!

"Forget it, I'll ask Mama Zhang to cook some nourishing soup for Yanyan." Then, she left the living room.

Feng Zhiming watched Yang Yunfang's back disappear into the living room before turning his gaze back.

When Ling Yanyan opened her eyes again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the faint moonlight shone down, making the whole room warm.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows wearing only a silk nightgown, she suddenly hugged her from behind, her chin resting on her shoulder, "Wake up, you can go downstairs to eat." Feng Zhiming's voice echoed her rang in the ear.

Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, "I'm not hungry yet." She shrank her whole body into his arms, looking for that warmth.

"Zhiming." Both of them looked through the window, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Huh?" She called softly, and he responded lightly.

"Let's get married!" Ling Yanyan raised the corners of her lips, as if even the moonlight outside the window smiled.

Feng Zhiming turned her around, stared at her with his eyes, and reached for her forehead with his big hand, "What you said is true?"

Ling Yanyan nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's true, I want to marry you, I want a complete family, is that okay?" This is what she has been looking forward to for a long time, the warmth of a home that only he can give.

Feng Zhiming kissed away the tears that rolled down her face, "Silly Yanyan, I have been waiting for your answer." She finally figured it out.

"Baby, did you hear that? Daddy and Mommy are getting married." Ling Yanyan's tears still couldn't stop flowing down.

"Baby? You mean?" Feng Zhiming looked at her.

Ling Yanyan grabbed Feng Zhiming's hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.

"Are you pregnant?" His face was full of surprise.

"En." Ling Yanyan nodded vigorously, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Feng Zhiming lowered his head to her face, "Tell me, is there anything else you are hiding from me?" She even dared to hide such a big thing as pregnancy from him.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No!"

"Really?" Feng Zhiming moved closer to her.

"It's really not there!" Ling Yanyan smiled on her face, and the touch just now turned into the sweetest happiness.

Feng Zhiming leaned over and kissed her, kissing away the salty tears at the corner of her mouth, and replaced them with the sweetness between their lips and teeth.

It took a long time before he let her go, "From now on, you have to rest in bed 24 hours a day, and you can't go anywhere." He walked towards the big bed with her arms in his arms.

"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan shook her head, this is too exaggerated, 24 hours?

"No! You must listen to me!" Feng Zhiming said domineeringly.

Ling Yanyan turned her head away, "I would have told you later if I knew about it earlier." She muttered softly.

Feng Zhiming approached her, "Does everyone in the family know except me?" He should be able to understand why his mother's attitude changed so quickly, and she treated Yanyan like a different person.