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"She drank too much." Feng Zhiming put his arm around her waist.

"Then you go and accompany her, why do you come back?" Ling Yanyan turned around and looked at the man in front of her, but there was a sour taste in her heart that could not be erased.

Feng Zhiming held her tightly in his arms, "Yanyan, trust me for the rest of my life, the only one I love is you."

Ling Yanyan patted his back lightly, "You hate it, why are you always like this?" Her heart is still on his body, and she can't get it away, even if it hurts or hurts, it doesn't matter.

"Okay, if you keep hitting, your hands should be red and swollen." Feng Zhiming held her hand, and when her fist landed on him, it didn't hurt at all.

"Are you hungry? Let's go down to eat." Feng Zhiming walked downstairs with her arms around him, looking at a table of cold dishes, the two looked at each other helplessly.

Feng Zhiming smiled, "Tell me! What do you want to eat, I will make it for you."

"It's okay, just heat up the dishes and you'll be ready to eat." Ling Yanyan picked up the dishes and walked into the kitchen. In fact, she wasn't very hungry.

However, the two sat face to face at the dining table, but Feng Zhiming ate rice all night, "You didn't eat dinner either?" Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming with a look of surprise.

"I'm not full." Feng Zhiming said calmly.

Ling Yanyan filled a bowl of soup for him, "Why aren't you full?" Is he a fool?Obviously went to dinner, but not full.

"Because I just want to eat with you." Feng Zhiming ate happily.

"Sweet talk." Ling Yanyan glared at him slightly angrily. She didn't remember that there was sugar or honey in tonight's meal.

Feng Zhiming finally put down his chopsticks, "I'm telling the truth."

After dinner, Ling Yanyan cleaned up the dishes, while Feng Zhiming cut the fruit. Then, the two walked into the room together and sat side by side on the sofa.

"Come on, wife, this is your favorite." Feng Zhiming picked up a fork, picked up a piece of orange and handed it to her.

Ling Yanyan stuttered, but her eyes were still looking at the moonlight outside the window. Although it was late, she still didn't feel sleepy, and just leaned against him quietly.

"Zhiming, I'm busy with work, do you feel bad?" Ling Yanyan asked lightly with her hands around his waist.

Although this was arranged for her by him, it was also to realize her little dreams and hobbies.

"Don't you want to do it?" Feng Zhiming looked at her, because he knew how much painstaking effort and effort Ling Yanyan had put in, he should support her all the more.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No, I just think that Yiyi and Chenchen should spend more time with you."

"Silly Yanyan, if you don't want to do it, just keep doing it, don't think too much about it." Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan, and Ling Yanyan, who was leaning on his shoulder, saw a lipstick on his clothes print.

"Wait a minute, what is this?" Ling Yanyan tugged at his clothes lightly.

Feng Zhiming put her down, took off the casual clothes on his body, and a dazzling lipstick mark came into his eyes.

"You and her?" Ling Yanyan glared at him angrily.

"No! Don't think about it." Feng Zhiming frowned and looked at the lipstick mark.

Ling Yanyan held the dress, "Don't think about it, tell me, what's the matter with this lipstick mark? Could it be that the lipstick mark flew onto your clothes by itself?" Damn it!Even the clothes were stained with lipstick marks, and he said no.

"Maybe Nina was drunk and accidentally got it on." Feng Zhiming didn't know where the lipstick marks came from.

"Then you deal with this. Otherwise, you won't be able to enter the room to sleep tonight." Ling Yanyan lay down on the bed as soon as she finished speaking.

Feng Zhiming took the clothes and walked out of the room, and walked back to the room after a few minutes.

Ling Yanyan clearly felt the soft big bed sag, and a long arm wrapped around her waist.

"Why did you come back so soon?" Ling Yanyan turned her back to him.

Feng Zhiming untied the belt of the nightgown around his waist, "Because I disposed of that dress."

Ling Yanyan pulled away his restless hand, turned around and looked at him, "What's the matter? Did you clean it up?"

"Don't be so troublesome. I just cut the clothes with scissors and threw them into the trash can. Isn't that the way to deal with it?" Feng Zhiming said very easily, but his big hands had already fallen off Ling Yanyan's body pink silk pajamas.

"You..." Ling Yanyan was blocked by Feng Zhiming's kiss as soon as she opened her mouth.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Daddy, Mommy," the knock was a little urgent, with a crying tone.

"Okay, go and open the door." Ling Yanyan pushed Feng Zhiming away, took the pajamas and put them on again.

Feng Zhiming got out of bed, put on his nightgown, went to open the door, "Daddy, I'm having a nightmare, I want to sleep with Daddy and Mommy." Yiyi hugged Feng Zhiming's leg.

"Yiyi, go to sleep with grandparents." Feng Zhiming hugged his daughter and said to her.

"Wuuu, Daddy is bad, grandpa and grandma took Chenchen out and are not at home." Yiyi continued to cry, with two lines of tears rolling down her face.

Ling Yanyan got off the bed and came over, "Yiyi, be good, don't cry, Mommy hugs you." She took her daughter and walked into the bedroom.

Feng Zhiming followed helplessly.

"Mummy, Yiyi had such a terrible dream." Yiyi leaned into Ling Yanyan's arms, and the tears she just wiped flowed out again.

"Then Yiyi, tell Mommy, what kind of nightmare did Yiyi have?" Ling Yanyan patted her daughter's back lightly.

Yiyi wiped her tears with her small hands, "Mum, I dreamed that that bad aunt stole Daddy's land."

As soon as Yiyi's words came out, Ling Yanyan was slightly taken aback, and then smiled lightly, "Yiyi, no, look, aren't Daddy and Mommy very good? Besides, dreams don't come true Yes, Yiyi, don't be afraid, just sleep well."

Not long after, Yiyi fell asleep, Ling Yanyan gently put her daughter on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Then, I got out of bed, walked to the sofa and sat down, "What's wrong? Are you still asleep?"

Feng Zhiming hugged Ling Yanyan, "Let Yiyi sleep here again at night?"

"Then what should I do? Parents are not at home, Yiyi was crying so hard just now, is she still allowed to sleep alone?" Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming up, "Go to sleep!"

"I want to sleep with you in my arms." Feng Zhiming put his arms around her waist.

"No, what should I do if Yiyi falls next to her bed? Don't worry, Yiyi sleeps very honestly and won't kick around." Ling Yanyan reassured him, not to mention, it wasn't the first time Yiyi slept in their room.

Feng Zhiming smiled, "It's better for you to sleep beside me."

"Okay, Yiyi is asleep, wake up Yiyi again, don't sleep at night." Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming away, walked to the other side of the bed and lay down.

Feng Zhiming lay down on the bed displeased, looked at Yiyi who was lying in the middle of the bed, and turned off the light in the room, the moonlight penetrated under the gauze, casting a faint light, reflecting the whole room.