President, don't mess around

As soon as the off-duty time came, Feng Zhiming drove to the door of the office building, and Ling Yanyan got into the car with her handbag.

"Why is it so early today?"

"Mom has always asked me to take you home for dinner." Feng Zhiming said.After all, I haven't gone back for almost half a month.

The car drove into the villa, Yiyi stood at the door and watched, the car just stopped when her small body ran to the side of the car, "Daddy, Mommy!"

Feng Zhiming picked up his daughter and walked into the living room, "Is Yiyi good lately?"

"Yiyi is very good, but Chenchen is not good, always crying!" Yiyi pursed her lips.

Ling Yanyan smiled, "Chenchen is still young, when Chenchen is as big as Yiyi, he won't cry." Did Yiyi not know that she grew up crying too?

"I'll go and see Chenchen." Ling Yanyan got up and walked up to the room on the second floor, and saw Yang Yunfang teasing her precious grandson, "Mom."

"Yanyan is here. After a busy day at work, sit and rest for a while." Yang Yunfang said to her.

"I'm fine. I'm not very busy today." Ling Yanyan walked towards the bed with a smile.

When Chen Chen saw Ling Yanyan, he kept moving his small body, stretched out his chubby little hands towards Ling Yanyan, and kept babbling incomprehensible words in his mouth.

"Yanyan, look, this child looks like this when he sees his mother coming." Yang Yunfang smiled when she saw Chenchen's enthusiasm.

Ling Yanyan picked up her son, and kissed his white and tender face, "Chenchen is so good, do you miss Mommy?" It was still Yiyi who answered her, but the smile on his face also It can be seen that he still thinks about it, but she spends very little time with him. Since she started working, she has not only neglected Feng Zhiming, but also neglected her two children. It is no wonder that Feng Zhiming is so angry.

For the whole night, Chenchen clings to Ling Yanyan, not letting anyone hug her at all, no matter who comes to hug him, he will cry and make a fuss.

Finally, Ling Yanyan bathed her son and held him until he fell asleep.

Looking at her son's cute sleeping face, Ling Yanyan suddenly felt a little bit reluctant. She hadn't taken good care of him since he was born, but he was still very dependent on her.When everything is dealt with, she should be at home with her son.

Feng Zhiming walked into the room, and saw Ling Yanyan standing beside the crib, in a daze, "Is Chenchen asleep?" He lowered his voice so as not to wake up his son who just fell asleep.

"Well, I slept soundly!" Ling Yanyan leaned into Feng Zhiming's arms.

"He's tired, look at how he's tossing around tonight." Feng Zhiming was afraid that his son would tire his wife out.

"Let's go!" Feng Zhiming's bracelet was around her waist.

Ling Yanyan looked up at him, "I'll spend more time with him!"

Feng Zhiming also agreed, and it turned out that the company lasted until midnight, so he simply stayed in the villa.

As soon as Ling Yanyan returned to the room, she was hugged into a firm embrace, "Are you still asleep?" She deliberately walked in lightly.

"You're not here, how can I sleep." Feng Zhiming hugged the person in his arms even tighter, "Now, you have to accompany me."

"You're not jealous of your son, are you?" Ling Yanyan turned around and met his eyes.

Feng Zhiming hugged her and lay on the bed, "I don't want to be jealous of him." He tore off the clothes on her body.

"Obviously there is, but I still don't admit it." Ling Yanyan's struggle was futile.

"That son just followed me, and he loves to cling to you." Feng Zhiming reversed his words, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

"Okay, don't make trouble, I want to sleep." Ling Yanyan couldn't even open her eyelids.

Feng Zhiming doesn't give her a chance to resist, a single kiss from him can arouse all her enthusiasm.Another night of lingering love.

The morning sun shone warmly into the room, Ling Yanyan was so tired that she didn't want to move at all, Feng Zhiming kissed the tip of her nose lightly, "Honey, do you want to get up today?"

"No!" Ling Yanyan continued to nest into his arms.

"Then you won't let me get up?" Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan's hands tightly around his waist.

Ling Yanyan grunted, "Just a little while."

Feng Zhiming has no objection, anyway, it doesn't matter if he doesn't go to the company.

Ling Yanyan was awakened by the ringing of her mobile phone, her slender arms stretched out from under the quilt, and took the mobile phone on the bedside table, "Hello."

"Yanyan, are you still sleeping?" Qiu Yuxin was still deeply sleepy when she heard her voice.

"Yeah." Ling Yanyan hummed, and a few seconds later, she suddenly woke up and looked at the time, oh my god, it's ten o'clock.

"Yuxin, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone hastily.

When he was about to get up, he found a strong long arm tightly around his waist, "Zhiming, it's ten o'clock!"

"I know!" Feng Zhiming opened his eyes with a calm expression.

"I knew you didn't call me, but I forgot that a client came over for a meeting this morning." Ling Yanyan quickly changed her clothes.

"Isn't Yuxin still here?" Feng Zhiming also got up, she was the one who wanted to sleep, and now he blamed him for not waking her up, because he felt sorry for her.

Ling Yanyan walked into the bathroom and began to freshen up, "We can't leave Yuxin alone now."

"Why?" Feng Zhiming frowned with thick eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Ling Yanyan finished washing, sat in front of the dressing table, put on light makeup, and picked up the handbag, "Zhiming, I promise you, after a while, I will spend more time with you." She Guaranteed, but her guarantee has no credibility.

Then, she lightly kissed his handsome face with pink lips, and then quickly left the room.

Feng Zhiming could only helplessly look at her disappearing back, his wife really lacks training, her husband is always number one, doesn't she know?

When she came downstairs, she saw Yang Yunfang looking at him in surprise, "What's wrong with Yanyan? Why are you in such a hurry? Did something happen?"

"It's okay, she's busy with work." Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette leisurely.

Yang Yunfang sat down beside him, "Son! How about having another precious grandson?"

"Mom! Are you not busy enough?" Feng Zhiming turned to look at her.

No, she is extremely busy!

When he thought of Ling Yanyan's pain during childbirth, he decided not to have any more children, not to mention, having a son and a daughter now is enough.

"No matter how busy I am, I am willing to have my grandson in my arms." Yang Yunfang smiled.

"I really want to hold a baby like this. You and Dad will have one by yourself." Feng Zhiming stood up and walked to the second floor.

"This child, no matter how big or small." Yang Yunfang blushed slightly, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Feng Zhihao standing by the door.

"I think Zhiming's suggestion is good." Feng Zhihao looked at Yang Yunfang with a smile.

Yang Yunfang reached out and punched him, "Don't be dishonest, I'll go and see Chenchen."

Feng Zhihao also turned around and followed.

Ling Yanyan was sitting in the living room with her son in her arms. In a blink of an eye, another month had passed, and the work in the studio had come to an end. After resting at home for two days, she just spent time with her son.

Feng Zhiming walked into the living room with a briefcase, and saw Ling Yanyan coaxing her son, sat down beside her, hugged her son in her arms, put him on the baby chair, He kissed his face, as if announcing to his son with big black eyes that this was his woman.