President, don't mess around

In the study room on the second floor, Ji Yunjun sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette, "Is there anything important?" He asked the man opposite him calmly.

"Ji Shao, you are so direct." The man also sat down on another single sofa, "These are the information, you should read it first!"

Ji Yunjun took the kraft paper portfolio, and a stack of photos appeared in front of Ji Yunjun's eyes. Isn't this the photo of him and Ling Yanyan at the restaurant at noon?

"I didn't pay for you to take pictures of me." Ji Yunjun's tone was not very good.

"You should look down." Ji Yunjun continued to scroll down, and saw Fu Nina standing outside the restaurant, holding a mobile phone and taking pictures of him and Ling Yanyan.

"This woman is really not simple." Ji Yunjun pressed down the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.

The man took out another file bag, "This is the information on that woman."

Ji Yunjun took out the document and looked at it carefully, the corners of his lips curved up.

"How is it? Ji Shao, is this information useful? Is it worth that money?" The man said bluntly.

"Of course!" Ji Yunjun walked to the desk, took out a check book from the drawer, and wrote down the amount of multiple zeros on the check in a smart way.

"Very good, this is your reward, go ahead! As long as the information you provide is valuable, I will not let you down with this price." Ji Yunjun handed the check to the man opposite.

"Thanks, Young Master Ji, I'll take my leave." The man left the villa.

And Ji Yunjun sat on the sofa and put the information back into the file bag.

The blackout curtains blocked the light outside. Ling Yanyan looked at her sleeping daughter. She didn't sleep well last night and kept having nightmares. Anyway, she was not busy today, so she just lay quietly like this. , she was afraid, she was afraid that when she went downstairs, Ji Yunjun would appear downstairs again.

When the doorbell rang, Ling Yanyan's heart suddenly seemed to stop. In order not to wake up her daughter, she still put on her nightgown and went to open the door.

When the door was opened, she was hugged into a familiar and firm embrace. Ling Yanyan raised her head in disbelief, "Why are you here? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming."

"Dear wife, I'm here, I'm here." Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly.

"You're a villain, why didn't you tell me when you came here?" Ling Yanyan kept beating Feng Zhiming's back.

Feng Zhiming picked her up by the waist, walked into the entrance, kicked her lightly, and the door closed automatically.

Ling Yanyan tightly wrapped her hands around Feng Zhiming's neck, for fear of falling off, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you." Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat down on the sofa. "It's so late, why are you still sleeping? Did you do something bad last night?" There was displeasure in his tone.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Yanyan stared at him.

Feng Zhiming chuckled, "Miss me?"

"Why do I miss you?" Ling Yanyan would never admit that she missed him, thinking that even in her dreams, it was him.

"Don't you want to? Really don't want to? Do you want me?" Feng Zhiming's big hand caressed the softness of her chest through a thin layer of fabric.

Ling Yanyan grabbed his big hand, "Don't, Yiyi is sleeping in the room."

Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked into another room, closed the door and locked it.

"Yanyan, you can only be mine, understand?" Feng Zhiming has never been so afraid of losing her.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Yanyan felt that something was wrong with him today.

Feng Zhiming had already taken off the pajamas she was wearing, and kissed her domineeringly with thin lips, branding his marks one by one.

This time, he didn't care whether she could adapt to his existence, his entry, his size was surrounded by her tightness, constantly moving and possessing her.

"Zhiming, it hurts, please slow down." Ling Yanyan couldn't adapt to his too fast entry, and her small hands tightly grasped his shoulders.

Feng Zhiming kissed the sweat on her forehead, and slowed down to let her get used to his presence.

After a series of joys, Ling Yanyan lay on his body tired, her eyes slightly closed, "Tired?" Feng Zhiming's big hand was still moving on her smooth back.

"Hmm." Ling Yanyan was so tired that she could still respond to his teasing.

Feng Zhiming looked at her, he left everything in the domestic company, just for this woman in front of him.

"Zhiming, why did you come?" Ling Yanyan was still surprised by his sudden appearance.

"Didn't I say that? I missed you, so I came to see you." Feng Zhiming said lightly, but Ling Yanyan didn't believe it.

Ling Yanyan suddenly stood up and looked at him, "Did something happen?" And she had no idea how provocative her current posture is, the softness of her chest against Feng Zhiming's firm chest forward, rising and falling as he spoke and breathed.

"Yanyan, where are you here now?" Feng Zhiming's eyes clearly showed a man's love.

"I..." Ling Yanyan quickly pulled the quilt over her body.

Feng Zhiming laughed out loud.

"You're still laughing, it's you!" Ling Yanyan pouted and turned around.

"Then you mean, do you still want it?" Feng Zhiming hugged her from behind, and his lower body pressed hard against her.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." Ling Yanyan didn't let him have a chance to succeed.

Feng Zhiming put his hand on her flat belly, "Are you still going to sleep? It's almost noon now."

"Yes, I just want to sleep today." Ling Yanyan closed her eyes slightly and pouted.

"But, your dear husband is hungry, how about eating you? Or should we go out for dinner together?" Feng Zhiming let out a warm breath, blowing on her fair neck.

Ling Yanyan turned around quickly, raised her lips and smiled, "Let's go out to eat!"

She was really confused, she knew that Feng Zhiming usually didn't eat on the plane, and he had been on the plane all night, yet they had been arguing in bed for so long.

Because she was afraid that Feng Zhiming would be too tired, Ling Yanyan drove Feng Zhiming and Yiyi to a restaurant.

"Daddy, I'm so glad you came!" Yiyi kept pestering Feng Zhiming.

"Really? But, your mommy doesn't seem very happy." Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan next to her, only to see her depressed face.

Yiyi looked at Ling Yanyan, "Mummy, aren't you happy that Daddy is here?"

"No, Yiyi, don't listen to Daddy's nonsense." Ling Yanyan patted her daughter's head.

"Then why don't you smile?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and tugged the corner of her mouth lightly.

Ling Yanyan patted his hand off, "I'm sad, you've been on a plane all night, and I didn't notice you didn't eat, it's just... I'm a substandard wife, right? ?”

"So I'm sad about this, I think you are still my favorite wife." Feng Zhiming laughed, taking the opportunity to steal another sweet.

"Damn it! This is a restaurant, so people will see it." Ling Yanyan turned her head awkwardly and looked around.

Feng Zhiming didn't take it seriously, "So what if you see it? You are my wife, can I kiss my wife? Yiyi, are you right?" Ask only that little old daughter.

"Yes. Daddy is right." Yiyi kept nodding her head.

Ling Yanyan was really defeated by them, "Okay, let's eat soon, it's going to be cold." While speaking, she was holding the food for Feng Zhiming, and she turned her head, but saw the place on the other side of the restaurant The figure sitting there made her worry and fear.