President, don't mess around

"Mom, it's okay if I sit with you." Ling Yanyan pulled Feng Zhiming, "Zhiming, you sit too! I'll pour you tea."

Feng Zhiming sat down on another chair and drank the tea Ling Yanyan poured, "It's not too bad."

"You two!" Yang Yunfang shook her head, "How about I give this place to you two to live together?"

"No need! Mom."

"Okay!" Feng Zhiming nodded cheekily.

Ling Yanyan patted the hand he extended to her, "Why are you doing this?"

"Yanyan, have you seen it, this son, alas!" After speaking, she stood up and walked into the hall.

Instead, Feng Zhiming put his arms around Ling Yanyan, took a deep breath, "I haven't been so relaxed for a long time, it feels so good to be at home with my wife."

Ling Yanyan leaned on his shoulder, "Should I go to the company tomorrow?"

"You decide." Feng Zhiming actually knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

"Of course I'm going! I messed up the minutes of today's meeting. I'm so embarrassed that I don't have this meeting minutes in the next meeting." Ling Yanyan had a sad face when she thought of this.

Feng Zhiming drank tea, but didn't speak. The two sat until evening before returning to the room.

The whole night, Ling Yanyan didn't sleep well, she was worried all the time, she got up early in the morning and stood on the balcony.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Feng Zhiming opened his eyes, and saw Ling Yanyan standing on the balcony, walking towards her, and hugged her into his arms from behind.

"It's nothing, I just can't sleep." Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms and said lightly.

"Okay, isn't it just a meeting record? See if you're so worried." Feng Zhiming held her hand.

Ling Yanyan turned around and looked at him, "It's easy for you to say, it's not that I haven't been your assistant before, I know the importance of an executive meeting and a meeting minutes."

All the way to the company, Ling Yanyan did not speak, Feng Zhiming was also sitting in the office, Ling Yanyan went to the tea room, the hot water in the kettle in her hand was poured out, accidentally splashed on her hand, she let go, and her hand The kettle fell to the ground and made a loud noise.

Feng Zhiming walked out of the office quickly, "What's wrong? Yanyan?" Seeing that the water on the ground was still steaming hot, "Is it hot?"

"I'm fine. My hand slipped, so..." Ling Yanyan was really taken aback just now.

"Okay, okay, it's fine." Feng Zhiming walked back to the office with Ling Yanyan on his arm, and ordered the secretary to tidy up in the tea room.

Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat on the sofa, gently blowing the back of her red hands.

"Why am I so clumsy about everything?" Ling Yanyan lowered her head slightly.

Feng Zhiming held her hand and stroked her back. "I've asked Secretary Chen to make the meeting minutes." Feng Zhiming said to her.

"Really?" Ling Yanyan immediately raised a smile on her face, but after less than three seconds, the smile on Ling Yanyan's face immediately froze, "Why did you ask Secretary Chen to prepare it?"

"Secretary Chen brought a recording pen and kept it on the conference table. Didn't you see it?" Feng Zhiming said to her.

Ling Yanyan shook her head.

"I knew for a long time that you were absent-minded yesterday, and you kept thinking about other men. I am your husband, and I am the one you should take care of." Feng Zhiming tightened his hand on her waist.

Ling Yanyan raised her face and looked at him, "I'm sorry, from now on, you are the most important person here, for the rest of my life." Ling Yanyan took his hand and placed it on her heart, "But, Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was worried yesterday, but you did it on purpose, didn't you? Are you happy if you make me worry on purpose?" How can there be such a hateful man?Or her husband?

"Then do you dare to think about other men in the future?" Feng Zhiming glared at her angrily.

"Why are you so stingy? I'm just worried about him, and I just want to thank him." Ling Yanyan looked at him, "Zhiming, you really care about me, don't you?"

Feng Zhiming smiled, "I don't care about you, who do I care about?"

"So, you're getting more and more stingy now?" Ling Yanyan looked up at him, with a slight arc on her lips.

"I'm still very generous. I didn't refuse any of your requests." Feng Zhiming said with a straight face on purpose.

Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "What!"

"Don't you know? It seems that I'd better take action." Feng Zhiming bowed his head and kissed her lips.

"Okay! I know everything." Ling Yanyan hugged him back.

"This is my good wife." Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Ling Yanyan quickly broke away from his arms, Feng Zhiming chuckled, "Come in."

Secretary Chen came in with a cup of coffee and a glass of juice, put them on the tea table, and just as she turned around, Ling Yanyan stopped her, "Secretary Chen, thank you."

Secretary Chen smiled, "Madam, you are welcome." Then he walked out of the office.

Ling Yanyan picked up the coffee and handed it to Feng Zhiming, "My husband, please drink coffee."

Feng Zhiming took a sip of coffee, put the coffee cup back on the coffee table, "Honey, actually, I don't need you to do anything, just be my favorite wife, I will love you forever, love you I will spoil you forever."

"But, isn't life too short?" Ling Yanyan pouted and looked up at him.

"Then there is the next life, the next life, the next life, the next..." Feng Zhiming continued, Ling Yanyan stretched out her index finger and put it between his lips, "Enough, enough, there is You love me so much, and I ask for so much, God will think I'm too greedy." There was water in the black water eyes.

Feng Zhiming looked at her, "Fool, why are you crying? You are not greedy at all, I am greedy, I want to keep you by my side all the time, and prevent other men from approaching you."

"Really?" Ling Yanyan looked at him, "Do you really want to only love me, really only want me?"

"Of course! Have I ever lied to you?" Feng Zhiming watched as she still couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, and they slid down her cheeks, crystal clear tears dripping down.

"Then you are not allowed to look at other women from now on, and you can't get too close to other women, you can't..." Ling Yanyan kept talking.

Feng Zhiming smiled, "Okay, as long as it's what you say, I agree."

Ling Yanyan slipped into his arms and leaned against him quietly. After a long time, she got up from his arms, "Hurry up and go to work!"

"In a good mood?" Feng Zhiming looked at her face and finally smiled.

"I'm in a good mood! Because I'm with you!" Ling Yanyan pointed to the documents on the desk, "You still have a lot of work to do! Do you need to work overtime at night?"

Because it has been almost half a day now, and I look at the little red marks on my hands, "Zhiming, from now on, I'll stay at home with my mother to take care of Yiyi and Chenchen, I find that I can't help you here I'm busy, and it always brings you trouble."