President, don't mess around

Feng Zhiming in a black shirt sat on the sofa in the villa, his legs crossed naturally, a cigarette was held between his slender fingers, and he casually puffed out the cigarette.

Feng Zhihao and Yang Yunfang sat across from him, with angry expressions on their faces, "What do you want?" A magazine was thrown in front of him, and it was a scene of him and Yu Na hugging and kissing.

"Didn't you all see it? Why do you need to ask me again." Feng Zhiming seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Wang Xueyi sat next to him, "Zhiming, please explain to your uncle and aunt, you are just acting on the occasion, the reporter's words are exaggerated, the truth is not like this."

"I don't think it's necessary to explain, you can think whatever you want, I have something else to do." Feng Zhiming threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, then picked up the suit jacket on the sofa, ignoring Feng Zhihao's voice Roar.

Driving, galloping on the road, passing one car after another, and finally parked under the apartment building, why would he come here again?Is that what you think in your heart?He obviously wanted to keep her away, but he still couldn't let her go.

Open the car door, take a long leg, close the door again, and walk into the apartment.

He took out the key, opened the door, and walked into the bedroom, only to see Ling Yanyan sitting in front of the laptop, staring at the blueprint in a daze, rubbing her forehead.

"Assistant Ling, it seems that I really hired a good employee!" Feng Zhiming sat down on the sofa, Ling Yanyan turned her head and looked at him sitting behind him in surprise.

Ling Yanyan got up, "You, why are you back?" Didn't he say that he won't come back recently?

She obviously had expectations and was very pleasantly surprised, but she kept it in her heart.

"Can't I come? I just want to make sure, after seeing the intimate photos of me and other women, will you be jealous and want to run away, or will you be sad alone." Feng Zhiming stretched out his arms.

She proactively stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, "Why should I be angry? You are just my boss, you are very attractive, and there are so many women in your arms, why should I be unhappy." Indifferently, She has to remain calm.

She didn't care on the surface, how could he not know?

"Really? You are really generous. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing?" Feng Zhiming hugged the person in his arms, smelling the fragrance of her body.

It seems that he is still so attached to her, "Yanyan, will you marry me?"

"Ah?" Ling Yanyan raised her head, looked at him, and shook her head.

"Don't want to?" Feng Zhiming tightened the hand on her waist.

Ling Yanyan snorted in pain, "Why do you always push the boundaries!" She clearly said she would let her go, why is she now a lifelong prison, she doesn't want it!He will not belong to her, and she will not force it.

"You really don't know what to do!" Feng Zhiming let her lean into his arms, and looked at the design drawing displayed on the computer screen.

Ling Yanyan sighed slightly in her heart.

Feng Zhiming picked her up, threw her directly on the bed, and looked down at her, "You should know what will happen anyway."

"No!" Before Ling Yanyan got out of bed, he was already under him.

Just after the kiss fell, a bell rang, Ling Yanyan put her hands against him, her face flushed, "Phone." She reached out and picked up the phone on the bedside table, before she could see the caller ID, he snatched it away.

"Yanyan." Li Minghao's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Feng Zhiming frowned, "Mr. Li, isn't it good to disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night?" Although his tone was light, there was dissatisfaction, great dissatisfaction.

"President Feng, what a coincidence." He smirked twice, "I don't know Yanyan..."

"Are you looking for her? Is it a coincidence? Did you do it on purpose?" Feng Zhiming glanced at Ling Yanyan who was at the side.

Ling Yanyan wanted to take the phone, but he held her small hand, and then pressed the hands-free button, signaling her to speak with her eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Li." With a polite and rusty voice, she had already seen his face turn ugly.

"Yanyan, didn't I bother you?" Li Minghao had already heard the displeasure from Feng Zhiming's mouth, but he still asked unwillingly.

Ling Yanyan smiled wryly, "President Li, what can you do for me?"

"I'm here to care about you! Yanyan, for you, I can give up an entire forest. Compared with him next to you, I will definitely treat you wholeheartedly. I won't have any scandals, and I won't have sex with other women. Toutiao, would you like it?" Wasn't he too straightforward?

Ling Yanyan was speechless and silent, this was the best choice.

"Yanyan?" After she was silent for a long time, Li Minghao spoke again.

"Uh, this, Mr. Li..." Ling Yanyan struggled and hesitated.

Li Minghao took the words directly, "Yanyan, I understand, you are embarrassed to say, I understand, then have a good rest tonight? Don't be too tired, see you tomorrow." Then he poked into the microphone and hung up the phone .

"Speak! When did you become so familiar with him?" Feng Zhiming threw her phone directly on the ground, and it was pitifully broken into several petals. The back cover of the phone and the electric board were all separated from the phone.

Ling Yanyan's wrist was still tightly held by him, and it was already bruised and purple, "It hurts!"

Finally let her go, "I have nothing to do with him, it's him who keeps calling."

She is also innocent and helpless, okay?

"Really? Very good, the mobile phone has been destroyed, so let's replace it all!" Feng Zhiming looked at the torn mobile phone on the ground, with a triumphant smile on his face.

Can you not treat money as money if you have money?Ling Yanyan glared at him, if possible, she really wanted to kick him out.

"It's getting late, go to sleep!" Feng Zhiming lay down.

Ling Yanyan sat back in front of the computer again, and just as her fingers touched the mouse, she was snatched away by a big hand stretched out, and the computer was turned off immediately.

"My picture..." Before Ling Yanyan's exclamation fell, she was picked up by him and walked towards the big bed.

Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt over the two of them, "I am more important than the picture." He said domineeringly.

"But it hasn't been saved yet." Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, wanting to cry but not crying.

Feng Zhiming turned off the bedside lamp, and the whole room became dark, "It doesn't matter."

The dark circles around her eyes were getting worse day by day, but she didn't care.But he doesn't allow it!

Nestled in his arms, fell asleep in less than 5 minutes. It is conceivable that she is obviously very tired, but she still insists on staying there. He has never understood that she is always faint resist him.

His Yanyan can only belong to him, and will be his for the rest of his life. A decision, he finally made this decision, no matter the consequences, no matter the price, he finally made this decision.

Tomorrow, he will tell her his decision!

She is not allowed to have any right to refuse!