President, don't mess around

Although Ling Yanyan had a smile on her face, she scolded him thousands of times in her heart.

"Thank you, my fiancé." Every word she said was like gnashing of teeth.

"Thank you very much for your testimony to me and my fiancée. Now, I have to take my fiancée to dinner." After speaking, he hugged her by the waist as if no one else was around, and walked towards the car.

Feng Zhihao, Yang Yunfang and Wang Xueyi were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the villa. Of course, they also saw the live broadcast on TV. It was hard not to see it. Almost every station broadcast this scene.

Feng Zhi proudly threw the water glass in front of him on the ground, "Call him and ask him to come back immediately!"

Ling Yanyan sat in the car, took off the ring in her hand, and handed it to him, "President Feng, return this to you."

"You..." Feng Zhiming grabbed her wrist angrily, "Who allowed you to take it off?"

"No matter who you want to show to, I will finish the show with you, so of course I have to return such a precious ring to you." Ling Yanyan seemed to be extremely polite.

Feng Zhiming pulled her over, "Ling Yanyan, I'm serious! If you take off the ring without my permission next time, I will be rude to you, believe it or not?" Put the ring on her.

Ling Yanyan was stunned, was what he said true?

The phone rang, Feng Zhiming glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button, "Hello, got it, I'm coming back now."

After hanging up the phone, he drove directly to the villa. Half an hour later, the car drove into the villa. Ling Yanyan was sitting in the car. Should she go in?

"Get out of the car." Feng Zhiming saw her hesitation and anxiety, why did he think she was afraid?

Ling Yanyan glanced at him, then lowered her head, "Isn't it appropriate for me to go in?"

"You are already my fiancée, what else is inappropriate?" Feng Zhiming got out of the car, opened the door for her, let her get out of the car too, wrapped his arms around her waist intimately, and walked into the hall of the villa .

"Uncle, Aunt, President Wang, hello!" Ling Yanyan greeted, "How dare you bring him back!" Feng Zhihao's anger rose again when he saw him walking in with Ling Yanyan in his arms.

Feng Zhiming sat down on the single sofa, stretched out his hand, Ling Yanyan sat firmly on his lap, and he hugged her waist intimately.

"Yanyan is my fiancée from today, is there anything wrong with me bringing her back?" Feng Zhiming declared Ling Yanyan's ownership.

Yang Yunfang looked at Ling Yanyan, and her dislike for her deepened. Last time, she clearly agreed to leave her son completely, but now, she has become her son's fiancée. "Son, why don't you discuss such a big matter with your family, do you still have your parents in your eyes?"

"My own marriage is of course up to me, you just have to accept it." Feng Zhiming said indifferently, "Also, from today on, Yanyan will also live in this villa, I hope you can get along well. "After finishing speaking, he took Ling Yanyan directly to the second floor.

Walking into his room, it was decorated in a blue tone, "You can't do this, right? Besides, when did I promise to live here?" Ling Yanyan said to him after arriving at his room. The decision was also contested.

Feng Zhiming hugged her tightly, "You are my fiancée now, don't you want to spend more time with your future parents-in-law?" He had already decided to guard her for the rest of his life, yet she was so resistant.

"I..." Ling Yanyan concluded, and could only sit on the sofa sullenly.

Feng Zhiming sat down beside her, "I'm hungry." His hands moved irregularly on her bare back.

"Go eat when you're hungry!" Ling Yanyan broke away from his unruly hand and leaned to the side.

"But, it's you I want to eat." He bullied her directly and squeezed her into the corner of the sofa, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Fragile kisses fell, on her white neck, the big hand pulled down the zipper on her back, the expensive dress on her body left her body, the big hand covered the softness of her chest mercilessly, and kept rubbing Squeezing, "Mmm..." Ling Yanyan couldn't help moaning, and wrapped her slender arms around him.

Feng Zhiming picked her up by the waist, walked towards the big bed, and took off his clothes. The man's strong body and the woman's softness fit tightly together. He buried her deeply in her body, releasing the seeds of love .

After the cloud and rain, Ling Yanyan lay wearily in his arms, Feng Zhiming suddenly picked her up, walked into the bathroom, put warm water in the jacuzzi, and then put her in.

Ling Yanyan was originally enjoying the comfort brought by the jacuzzi with her eyes closed, but when she felt that there was an extra person in the bathtub, she opened her eyes suddenly, her face full of surprise.

"My fiancee, did I surprise you too much today? Why are you so surprised?" Feng Zhiming moved his hands around her body.

Ling Yanyan pulled his hand away, "I'm very tired, don't move anymore, I want to get up."

"But, if I don't move you, who do you want to move?" He took her into his arms again, domineeringly preventing her from getting up.

Ling Yanyan gave him an angry look, "As long as you are willing, there are many women who will come to your door."

"You let me down so much, but I will let you get the punishment you deserve. Just wait, I won't let you go tonight." Feng Zhiming closed his eyes and rested his head on his arms.

After taking a bath, Ling Yanyan could only put on Feng Zhiming's shirt. The overly long sleeves were rolled up. The length was just right enough to be used as a skirt, but the white color was a bit see-through, which attracted people's imagination and crime. No, there was one in front of her, eyes fixed on her chest.

Feng Zhiming put on a nightgown, went downstairs, and ordered the servants to prepare a meal. It was almost midnight, and this meal could already be called supper.

"Zhiming." Wang Xueyi was wearing a translucent black gauze pajamas, and saw Feng Zhiming sitting in the living room, looking lazy, with a cigarette in his hand.

Feng Zhiming looked up at her, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Zhiming, do you really like Ling Yanyan? Is it true that you proposed to her?" Wang Xueyi had a sad expression on her face, her head drooping slightly.

His slender fingers flicked the cigarette ash lightly, "Of course it's true." His expressions all showed seriousness, but Wang Xueyi was extremely disappointed.

"What about Yuqing? Have you forgotten? Didn't you say you won't forget her?" Wang Xueyi tugged on his skirt lightly, and a layer of mist engulfed her beautiful eyes.

Feng Zhiming took a puff of smoke slightly, "Isn't this what you wished for? Let me forget about Yuqing."