President, don't mess around

"Do you like him?" Yu Chen asked lightly.

like?Does she like him?Like it, don't like it, can't say.

"Then do you love him?" Continue to ask.

like?That is such a strong word, but she, Ling Yanyan, seems to have never had it.

"Yanyan, if you like him, you love him, and you think you can't do without him, you have to bravely grab him and love him well." Yu Chen patted her on the shoulder to encourage her.

Ling Yanyan looked at Yu Chen who looked like her own brother, and finally smiled, "Okay, I know what to do."

Even if it can't be forever, we must love vigorously once.

"I'll go back first." Looking at the already dark night, Ling Yanyan picked up her bag, walked out of the coffee shop quickly, hailed a taxi, and went back to the company.

Yu Chen looked at her receding back.Her eagerness made his heart cool down, "Senior, aren't you too generous? Don't you also like Yanyan, don't you also love her deeply?"

"As long as she is happy, I will be happy!" Yu Chen's face showed happiness, but his heart was extremely cold, never before.

Shen Tian shook her head helplessly, "Yanyan is so happy."

"I hope she can get the happiness she wants." But he couldn't give her happiness. From now on, he will love Yanyan as a younger sister, but can he do it?

When she arrived at the company, Ling Yanyan found that the office was already empty. She took out her mobile phone from her bag, but it was out of battery.

He walked out of the company quickly, took a taxi back to the apartment, opened the door and went in, and searched from room to room, only to see Feng Zhiming's figure in the bathroom, he rushed forward, hugged him tightly, and hugged him tightly.

"Yanyan?" Feng Zhiming called uncertainly, and Ling Yanyan buried her head in his chest regardless of the wet water on his body.

"Let me hug you for a while, it will be fine in a while." Ling Yanyan said softly.Arms around his waist.

Feng Zhiming smiled and hugged her back: "I'm wet." What happened to her today?

"I don't care." Ling Yanyan raised her head, tiptoed, and kissed his sexy thin lips.

Feng Zhiming put his hands on her face, "What's wrong with you today? Is there something wrong?"

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It's nothing."

"Is there really nothing?" Feng Zhiming looked suspicious.

"Yeah." Ling Yanyan could only nod her head, she could only keep her love in her heart.

Feng Zhiming picked her up and walked towards the big bed in the bedroom, "You are responsible for putting out the fire you light."

The two hugged each other tightly, and Feng Zhiming pushed the hair from her forehead behind her ears, "Today, were you scared?"

"A little bit." Ling Yanyan nodded honestly.

Feng Zhiming kissed her smooth forehead, "I'm sorry!"

Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes, "It's me who should say I'm sorry!"

"Silly girl, don't ever leave me, okay?" Feng Zhiming bit her small earlobe lightly, "Sleep obediently."

Peace can only be temporary, not forever.The same goes for night, when it passes, it becomes day.

As soon as they walked into the office, what caught their eyes was a large bouquet of exaggerated red roses.

Feng Zhiming acted as if he hadn't seen it, walked to the desk and sat down, Ling Yanyan took out a card sandwiched among the flowers, with a few words flamboyant: Yanyan, I love you!I hope you like the flowers I sent, Li Minghao.

He really didn't give up, Ling Yanyan shook her head helplessly, and was about to throw away the flowers, but the phone rang at this moment, a caller from an unknown number, "Hi, hello," "Miss Yanyan, I like the flowers I sent Is it?" Li Minghao's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ling Yanyan hung up the phone directly.

Li Minghao looked at the beeping phone, "Hey, what a coward, I just said a word and hung up on me. But you are too underestimating me." Put the phone back in his suit pocket, drove away go.

"He called, and he sent the flowers." Feng Zhiming didn't ask, but said affirmatively, "It's quite romantic, are you very touched?" He stepped forward and locked Ling Yanyan in himself in front of.

Ling Yanyan couldn't even retreat, and put her hands between the two, "Are you jealous? Mr. President." Pushed him away forcefully, "It's time to go to work, this is the company."

"Okay! I'll let you go for now." Feng Zhiming walked back to his seat and sat down.

After a while, the secretary knocked on the door and came in, "President, Mr. Ling's special assistant called Cheng's Construction to confirm whether the meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon will be held on time."

"Well, I will go there with Special Assistant Ling in the afternoon." Feng Zhiming turned the gold pen in his hand and instructed the secretary.

As soon as Ling Yanyan heard what he said, she raised her head, which was typing data on the computer, and was about to speak, when Feng Zhiming stared back fiercely.

"Yes, President." The secretary went out after receiving the order from the President.

As soon as Ling Yanyan saw the secretary go out, she got up and walked in front of him, "Isn't Special Assistant Li responsible for the cooperation case of Cheng's enterprise? Why did it become me again?" What's more, now, she doesn't want to talk to He goes in and out together.

"I'm the president, I have the final say." Feng Zhiming said domineeringly, not giving her a chance to refuse.

Ling Yanyan shrugged helplessly, "Don't blame me for messing up." She also didn't believe that she would have such ability, "With me here, it's not so easy to mess up." Feng Zhiming said confidently.

Ling Yanyan lowered her head and began to tap the keyboard with her fingers, ignoring Feng Zhiming, "Ling Yanyan." Feng Zhiming called her after a few seconds of silence.

"Huh?" Ling Yanyan did not stop the movement of her hands, and responded.

"Do you want to go to the design department?" Feng Zhiming asked casually.

Ling Yanyan finally raised her head, "What?"

"It's fine if you don't hear it." Feng Zhiming leaned back in the chair, flicking his fingers on the table.

Quickly got up and walked to his desk, "Is what you said true? Let me go to the design department? Did I hear you right?" Ling Yanyan's black eyes were wide open, and her long eyelashes kept rolling There was a flash of hope in his eyes.

"I just asked if you want to? I didn't tell you to go." When Feng Zhiming saw the eagerness in her eyes, he began to chew on words.

Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "I didn't let me go, but asked me if I wanted to? I really don't understand what it means?" She walked back to her seat and sat down.

"It seems that you really don't want to be my special assistant, so you can't wait to leave this office soon?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes and stared at Ling Yanyan.

Upon hearing what he said, Ling Yanyan became furious, "Obviously you asked me first, but now you're talking about me the other way around, anyway, you are the president, so you can do whatever you say, do I have the right to refuse? "As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the office.

Feng Zhiming looked at her leaving back and shook his head, a stubborn woman.