President, don't mess around

At this time, Yang Yunfang and Feng Zhihao came back with Yiyi, and as soon as Yiyi entered the living room, she ran to the second floor.

"Daddy, is Mommy still sleeping?" As soon as Yiyi entered the room, she saw Feng Zhiming sitting beside the bed, and Ling Yanyan was fast asleep on the bed.

Feng Zhiming picked up Yiyi, "Well, let Mommy sleep more, Daddy will carry you downstairs."

"Is it possible? But, Mommy said that Daddy's hands can't hold people yet." Yiyi's chubby little hand caressed Feng Zhiming's left hand.

"What did Mommy say?" Feng Zhiming asked.

Yiyi nodded, "Yeah. Yiyi goes down by herself." Get off his lap, hold Feng Zhiming's big hand and walk downstairs.

As soon as Yang Yunfang saw Feng Zhiming come down, "Where's Yanyan? Are you sleeping?"

"Well, Mommy is sleeping, and Daddy and I are going downstairs." Yiyi sat obediently on the sofa, watching cartoons.

"Okay, then I'll ask Mama Zhang to keep the food warm. If Yanyan is hungry, let her eat." Yang Yunfang explained, "It's been more than two months, why can't I eat anything, and there are no people at all. fat."

She is really worried!

"Mom, Yanyan is already thin." Feng Zhiming held her daughter in his arms.

"Do you want me to pick a good date for your wedding?" Yang Yunfang also sat down on the sofa, half a month had passed. "Marriage is tiring and we have to get everything ready."

Feng Zhiming smiled faintly, "I see."

"Don't bother." Ling Yanyan came down the stairs.

Yang Yunfang immediately supported her, "Are you awake? Why don't you lie down and rest."

"I'm fine. The doctor said that I can't just lie down all the time. It would be better if I walk around occasionally." Ling Yanyan sat down beside Feng Zhiming, "I think the wedding can be held in a church."

"How can this work? The wedding between you and Zhiming must be held in a big hotel." Yang Yunfang became anxious when she heard Ling Yanyan say that it should be simple.

Ling Yanyan held Feng Zhiming's arm, "Uncle, Auntie, just listen to me this time. I don't care about the wedding? I only care about being with Zhiming."

Back in the room, Ling Yanyan embraced Feng Zhiming's waist, "Am I a bit self-willed? Still a little clueless?" Ling Yanyan knew that Yang Yunfang didn't want to wrong her.

"Then have you changed your mind now?" Feng Zhiming hugged her back.

Ling Yanyan lowered her head, "Auntie must be angry, right?" In fact, she just said what she thought, and she didn't regret what she said, and she didn't want to change her mind, she just felt that she didn't know what to do and made Yang Yunfang angry.

Feng Zhiming pressed his forehead against hers, "You don't want to change your mind, do you?"

Ling Yanyan nodded.

"Since you don't want to change your mind, don't think so much, it's time to rest." Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked towards the big bed.

"I'll go by myself! Your hands are still not healed." Ling Yanyan was struggling non-stop in anxiety.

Feng Zhiming put her on the bed, "So, Yiyi won't let me hug her either."

Ling Yanyan just looked at him with her eyes open.

"However, I want to hug you more." Feng Zhiming smiled evilly.

"Okay, stop making trouble, auntie will come up later." Ling Yanyan put her little hand on his chest.

Feng Zhiming got up from the bed, "Tomorrow, I will go to the company for a day, can you stay at home alone?"

"I'm fine, why are you more nervous than me?" Ling Yanyan sat up and looked at his worried face.

Yang Yunfang stood in the kitchen, poured the stewed soup into bowls, and then sent it upstairs.

Ling Yanyan sat by the bed, and when she saw Yang Yunfang walking in, she said, "Auntie."

"Come on, this soup is not greasy, drink more." Yang Yunfang put the soup on the bedside.

Ling Yanyan watched Yang Yunfang put down the bowl, then turned around and wanted to leave, and reached out to hold Yang Yunfang's hand, "Auntie."

Yang Yunfang stopped and turned to look at her.

"Auntie, you must be angry with me, right?" Ling Yanyan stood up, "Can you forgive me for being capricious and my ignorance?"

"Auntie is not angry." Yang Yunfang looked at the corners of Ling Yanyan's eyes with tears, "You child, why are you still crying?"

Ling Yanyan leaned on her shoulder, "Auntie, thank you!"

"Okay, go to bed early, don't be tired." Yang Yunfang was really angry at first, but she can't be angry with a pregnant woman, anyway, marriage is a matter between the two of them, and they can do whatever they want Bar?

Ling Yanyan nodded, watched Yang Yunfang walk out of the room, picked up the bowl of soup, and took a sip.

Feng Zhiming only wore a bath towel around his lower body, walked out of the bathroom, and saw Ling Yanyan staring at the soup in a daze, took the bowl in her hand, "Do you want a drink?"

Ling Yanyan came back to her senses, "Yes."

"Are you crying?" Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan while drinking the soup, with two lines of tears streaming down his face, "Isn't it delicious? Then don't drink it."

Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around him, "Zhiming, tell me, I'm not dreaming, in the future, I can be so happy."

Feng Zhiming put the bowl back on the bedside table, raised her face, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm afraid that I'll wake up. Actually, I'm not that happy." Ling Yanyan pursed her lips and hugged him tightly.

"You just want a sense of reality?" Feng Zhiming glared at her angrily, he is here for real, is she still so insecure?

He really wanted to yell at her, how many sweet dreams did she have?Even when it was so real, she still dared to think it was unreal.

But pregnant women are the biggest, aren't they?Since you can't bear to pinch, you can only use kisses instead.

"Hmm." Before Ling Yanyan could react, she was covered tightly by his kiss, and she didn't let her go until she was out of breath.

Seeing her panting heavily, "You are not allowed to think about it anymore, and I will never leave you again."

Ling Yanyan sat alone in front of the French window. Today's weather was bad, cloudy, and drizzling. She touched her lower abdomen with her hand, and a bell broke the silence of the entire room.

"Is it Miss Ling?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Ling Yanyan wondered why a stranger knew the phone number of the villa and still came to find her.

"Hi, I'm from the nursery school. Do you know someone named Shen Yushu?"

When Ling Yanyan heard the name, she paused slightly, "Is there something wrong?" In fact, she couldn't bear to say that she didn't know her.

"It's like this. She passed out in the nursery just now, and we don't know anyone else. I only found this number in her cell phone. I think she may know you." The person on the other end of the phone said, and Ling Yanyan froze in place.

After a long silence, Ling Yanyan finally spoke, "Is she serious?"

"The doctor said it was just anemia, which may be due to being too tired."

"Then let her go back to rest!" Ling Yanyan hung up the phone hastily, she didn't know what to do?Should she visit her?Can she be innocent?

For the whole afternoon, she walked around the room restlessly like this, but in the end she still didn't come out of the villa, but the rain outside became heavier.