President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan sat beside him, leaning on his shoulder, "The night is so beautiful tonight."

"What do you want to say?" Feng Zhiming patted her face lightly.

"Can you stop thinking too much?" Ling Yanyan said dissatisfiedly, even if there was, he wouldn't be happy if he didn't say it!

Feng Zhiming slightly raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then what will you say to me later?"

"If you don't say it, don't say it!" Then you have to do it.

Ling Yanyan opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, walked to the balcony, and sat on the white plastic hollow chair on the balcony. The coolness of the evening came, and she folded her arms around her chest.

In less than a minute, Feng Zhiming came out with a thick coat, "It's cold outside." He put the coat on her body.

"But, the air is very good, and it looks beautiful!" Ling Yanyan tightened her clothes, leaning against him in such a moonlight, she hoped that time would stop here.

Feng Zhiming wrapped his arms around her waist, letting her somewhat cold body stick to his body, passing on heat to her.

"Okay! It's too cold outside, go back to the room!" Feng Zhiming didn't like her appearance, she was clearly in her arms, but her heart seemed to have drifted far away.

"Zhiming, wait a while, okay?" Ling Yanyan clearly wanted to hold back the tears in her eyes, but they still flowed spinelessly.

"Not good!" Feng Zhiming directly picked her up by the waist, walked into the room, freed up a hand, pushed gently, and the floor-to-ceiling windows closed automatically.

Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest, her slender arms wrapped around his neck.

The two hugged each other and lay on the big bed, his breath permeated the whole room.

It wasn't until Feng Zhiming fell asleep that Ling Yanyan got up from the bed, walked into the study, turned on the computer, and clicked on her mailbox. It turned out to be an unread email. After downloading the attachment, it turned out to be a divorce agreement Book.

Does Ji Yunjun really want to do this?Let her sign the divorce agreement!

Suddenly a new email came in, Ling Yanyan clicked on it, and it was still from Ji Yunjun: Yanyan, don't let me down, I think you will sign for Feng Zhiming, tomorrow, I will wait for you at the villa.

He was certain that Ling Yanyan would sign this agreement for Feng Zhiming.

Should she sign it?

Ling Yanyan finally printed out the divorce agreement and put it in a drawer.

Walking back to the room, she looked at Feng Zhiming who was sleeping soundly. She didn't sleep all night, but looked at him by the moonlight. She wanted to remember him deeply in her heart, and she would never forget it until the sky was bright. rise.

Feng Zhiming retracted his arms around her waist, Ling Yanyan closed her eyes, felt him gently kissing her forehead, and then gently got off the bed.

It wasn't until he walked into the bathroom that Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, turned over, and lay on his position, his breath was still there.

Feng Zhiming came out after taking a shower, looked at Ling Yanyan, and shook his head helplessly, "This sleep is getting more and more dishonest." He pulled the quilt for her again.

Turning around and walking to the door, "Zhiming." Ling Yanyan stopped him, got off the bed, and walked towards him, "You will be very happy, right?"

"What's wrong? Why is it weird? Is there something you want to tell me?" Feng Zhiming's hand caressed her face lightly, and her bright black eyes lost their original expression, and there was a faint melancholy.

"Zhiming, no matter where I am, I only love you." Ling Yanyan met his dark eyes and reflected her figure.

"I love you too, dear, rest well at home and wait for me to come back at night." Feng Zhiming kissed her on the lips, ready to leave.

And Ling Yanyan tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, "Let me hug him again." She didn't dare to imagine what the result would be like in the future, so she let her spend some extravagant nostalgia.

After a long time, Ling Yanyan let go of her hand, "Goodbye, husband." Standing on tiptoe, her pink lips covered his sexy thin lips, it was a farewell kiss.

Feng Zhiming kissed away the tears on her face, "Why do you still cry so much? If you cry again, I won't love you anymore." A sweet and gentle threat.

"Okay, I won't cry. From now on, you just need to remember my smile, okay?" Ling Yanyan concealed the sadness in her eyes and showed a charming smile.

Feng Zhiming picked her up and asked her to lie down on the bed, "Sleep a little longer, and the dark circles under your eyes will come out." After stroking her face distressedly, he walked out of the room.

Ling Yanyan stood up, looked through the French windows, and watched him drive the black car away from the villa, the tears she held back, like broken pearls, slid down her face and dripped onto the ground.

After a long time, Ling Yanyan turned around and looked at everything in the room. She was used to this place, but she had to leave.

She took nothing and could not take anything, not even her heart.

I walked into the study and took out the agreement from the drawer. I didn't need to read the content, just those few words could break my heart.

Tears fell silently, big teardrops dripped onto the paper, I don't know how long this silence lasted, Ling Yanyan still picked up the pen, and signed the name with trembling hands.

Putting the divorce agreement in front of the dresser in the bedroom, took a deep breath, and left the room.

"Yanyan, are you going out? Ask the driver to take you there." Yang Yunfang saw Ling Yanyan wearing a light purple dress.

Ling Yanyan hugged Yang Yunfang, "Mom." Don't blame me, and don't hate me.

Yang Yunfang patted her on the back, "Yanyan."

"Mom, I'm fine," Ling Yanyan wiped away the tears from her eyes and smiled.

"Silly boy. I'll ask the driver to drive." Yang Yunfang said to her.

"Mom, no need. I'll go by car." Ling Yanyan smiled, "Mom, if I'm busy, I'll come back very late. You don't have to wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he kissed his son beside him, Chenchen, Mommy is sorry for you, don't hate Mommy.

He turned around and left the hall, almost running away from the villa.

Ling Yanyan didn't take a car, but just walked on the road. After walking for a long time, she was tired. She was not only tired, her feet were tired, but her heart was even more tired. She squatted on the side of the road, and suddenly a taxi stopped beside her. , "Miss, do you want to take a car?"

Ling Yanyan raised her head, nodded, so what if she was nostalgic, she had already decided to leave, got into the car, and reported the address of the villa to the driver Ji Yunjun.

Standing at the door of the villa, Ling Yanyan didn't go in for a long time. She just stood there. The luxurious villa in front of her was like a hell, like a cage that imprisoned her. Once she entered, she might not be able to get out.

Ji Yunjun sat on the sofa in the living room, and the ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts, and there was still a cigarette between his slender fingers.

"Master, Miss Ling has been standing outside the villa for an hour, do you want to invite her in?" Uncle Chen asked standing beside the sofa.

Ji Yunjun shook his head, "No need, let her come in by herself." Ever since Ling Yanyan got out of the car, he knew she was coming, and she had been outside all the time, not entering the villa.

"Yes, young master." Uncle Chen exited the living room.

***** Dear friends, one chapter will be updated first, and the other will be updated a little later. . .