President, don't mess around

Feng Zhiming sat on a single sofa and lit a cigarette. It has been three years since the incident. In the past three years, he has put all his attention on the company and on other women. He thought that everything would be buried in his heart, but Ling Yanyan's appearance completely changed his original life, and she had invisibly broken into his life.

With a wry smile, what caught his eyes was Ling Yanyan's smiling face.

"Yuqing, I really miss you, how are you?" Feng Zhiming put a photo of her on his chest.

With a bitter look on his face, Mo Yuqing's figure got further and further away, and it was Ling Yanyan who approached him.

He stood up, walked out of the room, and locked the door again.Wang Xueyi stood at the door of the guest room, watching him walk out of the room and downstairs.

Zhiming, you don't forget whether it's Yuqing or Ling Yanyan, no!Even if you can't forget Yuqing, then she is dead, even if you still have her place in your heart, I don't mind, Ling Yanyan, she is just the shadow you want to search for Yuqing, but you Just to fill the regret in my heart.

Feng Zhiming drove back to the apartment and walked into the room. The light in the bedroom was still on, and the door was not closed tightly. Is she still asleep?

Ling Yanyan sat on the bed, staring at the wall covered with wallpaper, without any focus, obviously very sleepy, but no matter how hard she forced herself, she couldn't fall asleep.

Lie down, toss and turn, just sat up, saw Feng Zhiming standing by the door, rubbed her eyes vigorously, she must be hallucinating, it must be!

"Feng Zhiming, I hate you to death. Why do you leave as soon as you leave, why does the shadow still appear here! You are such a big villain! I hate you to death." After finishing speaking, he hid under the blanket , covered his head.

Feng Zhiming stepped forward step by step, lifted her quilt, "Do you really hate seeing me so much? Yanyan."

Hearing the magnetic familiar voice, Ling Yanyan opened her eyes, sat up, and reached out to touch his face, "Is that you? Is it really you?" she murmured softly.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Feng Zhiming smiled and hugged her into his arms, smelling the fragrance of her body.

Ling Yanyan reached out and hugged him tightly, afraid that this was just a dream.

"What's the matter? Miss me so much?" Feng Zhiming was quite satisfied with her move.

Ling Yanyan pushed him away, "Who misses you, I don't miss you!" She lay back on the bed again, turned her head, unwilling to look at him.

"You obviously miss me very much, why don't you admit it?" Feng Zhiming took off his suit jacket, lay down in it, and held her in his arms.

"Is it so difficult for you to admit that you miss me?" Feng Zhiming pushed back her long hair, kissed the back of her seductive neck, and moved down a little bit to her smooth back.

Leaning over her body, let them face each other, "Yanyan, admit that you like me, admit that you miss me." He said domineeringly.

Ling Yanyan looked into his eyes, "I miss you, I miss you so much. I saw you with other women, and I was very angry. Really angry." The tears I had been holding back finally burst.

"Why are you crying, admitting that you miss me making you so sad?" Feng Zhiming looked unhappy.

Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest, tears wet his shirt, but she still refused to look up.

After sobbing, he raised his head and kissed his lips, which was affectionate and longing for love.

While she was breathing, his tongue slid into her tightly, and he didn't let her go until he was out of breath.

"Yanyan, say you are mine, and you will be mine for the rest of your life!" Feng Zhiming was suddenly afraid of losing her, very scared.

Ling Yanyan smiled, and raised the corner of her mouth, "I'm yours. For the rest of my life."

His embrace gave her endless warmth and unprecedented peace of mind.

Feng Zhiming took off the silk nightdress she was wearing, and kissed them one by one.

Tonight, he wanted her hard enough to let her know how much he loved her too.

One morning, Feng Zhiming drove Ling Yanyan to the company. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a ostentatious red open lotus parked at the door of the company. Li Minghao lay on the rolled-down window of the car. Ling Yanyan got out of the car immediately.

"Yanyan, you're here." Li Minghao stood in front of her with a large bouquet of imported red roses in his hands.

Ling Yanyan raised her head and stared at him, "Sir, I don't know you, can you let me go?"

Li Minghao still refused to give way, "Yanyan, you are too forgetful, but I don't mind, I can introduce myself again, my name is Li, Ming, Hao, remember! I don't want me to I have to introduce myself every time I see you, okay?" I deliberately lowered my head slightly and stared at her.

Ling Yanyan sighed helplessly: "Mr. Li Minghao, can you make way for me, I'm going to be late for work."

Li Minghao handed over the flowers, "As long as you accept it, I will let you go."

"Sorry, I don't accept it." Ling Yanyan directly refused.

"Don't reject people thousands of miles away." Li Minghao continued to talk to her without giving up.

Ling Yanyan rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Then what exactly do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything? I just want you to accept my flowers. You see, people come and go. I'm such a handsome man holding such a large bouquet of flowers. If you reject me again, how can you let me see people? Huh?" Li Minghao's charming peach blossom eyes swept over the people passing by, with an expression of innocence and grievance.

Ling Yanyan took the bouquet in his hand, "Don't do it again, otherwise, I will lose face even more than now." After speaking, she turned and walked into the company.

Li Minghao didn't drive away until he couldn't see her back.

"Why did it take you so long to come up?" Feng Zhiming went to park the car and arrived at the office, only to find that Ling Yanyan hadn't arrived at the office yet.

Ling Yanyan sat at the desk and put the flowers aside.

"Not bad, Ling Yanyan, I just parked the car, and someone presented you with flowers, your charm is really not small." Feng Zhiming's words had a sour taste.

Ling Yanyan lowered her head and ignored him.

Feng Zhiming walked in front of her without allowing her to ignore him, "Say, do you like such a man?" He pointed to the flowers beside him.

Ling Yanyan stood up and took his arm: "President, are you jealous?"

"Do you think I will?" Feng Zhiming looked serious.

"Well, how would I know? I have to ask you here?" He stretched out his long and slender fingers and poked his chest.

Feng Zhiming held her hand on her chest, "Okay! How about asking for me?" He said in her ear.

Wang Xueyi opened the door and came in, and saw the ambiguous posture of the two people, held back the jealousy in her heart, "Zhi Ming."

As soon as Ling Yanyan heard Wang Xueyi's voice, she immediately left his arms.