President, don't mess around

Wang Xueyi shook her head, "Auntie, no need, I don't want to eat yet. I'll make some preparations, and I have to go to the company later!" She gestured to get up, and before she left the table, Yang Yunfang stopped her. "Xueyi, if you are not feeling well today, you can rest at home! Today, I will make a call to the United States and ask your godfather and godmother to come over together."

"However, there are still many things that have not been dealt with in the company." Wang Xueyi said embarrassingly.

Feng Zhihao, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, "Let Zhiming handle the company affairs by himself. You are the future daughter-in-law of our Feng family, so you should take care of your body and take good care of the child in your belly."

"Yes, Uncle, I'll listen to you." Wang Xueyi sat back at the table again.

Feng Zhiming drank the coffee in the cup, stood up, "I'm off to work." Then he pulled away Ling Yanyan beside him.

Sitting in the car, Feng Zhiming took out the silk scarf in his pocket, leaned over, and tied it around her neck again.

So, did he want them to see it?Then what is she!

Turning her head, looking out the window, she didn't speak, the speed of the car was gradually accelerating, Ling Yanyan in the passenger seat felt the acid water in her stomach continuously rising, her little hand grabbed his sleeve, "Stop, stop! "With a squeak, the brakes were stepped on and rubbed against the ground. As soon as the car stopped, Ling Yanyan opened the door, squatted on the ground, and retched. There was nothing in her stomach. It's not very good, it may be a bad stomach.

"Are you okay?" Feng Zhiming held a bottle of drinking water in his hand, handed it to her, and asked her to rinse her mouth.

Ling Yanyan sat back in the car again, "It's okay, maybe it's a bad stomach, I'll go buy some medicine and take it then and it will be fine."

"Go and eat something! What do you want to eat?" Feng Zhiming slowed down the car and asked Ling Yanyan who was beside him.

"I want to eat ice cream, and I also want to eat mango mousse." She suddenly wanted something cold and dessert.

Feng Zhiming had no objection, and drove to the destination. After 10 minutes, the car stopped in front of a restaurant in Mayly, which is a professional dessert restaurant in Taipei.

Ling Yanyan ate blueberry ice cream by the spoonful, and on the other side was a piece of mango mousse for two.

Feng Zhiming watched her eating with relish, and shook his head helplessly. After she ate everything in front of her stomach, he asked her: "Ling Yanyan! Do you want to eat these desserts? You won't eat, will you?"

Ling Yanyan blinked playfully, then stuck out her tongue, "No! I'm not so scheming."

After leaving the restaurant, the two returned to the company.

As soon as Ling Yanyan entered the office, she saw Li Minghao sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee leisurely, which made Ling Yanyan extremely surprised.

"How will you be here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Li Minghao asked back.

Ling Yanyan sat down at the desk, "President Li, may I ask, is your company going to close down?"

"Do you want my company to go bankrupt?" Li Minghao walked in front of her and shrugged indifferently, "If you want, I have no objection?"

Ling Yanyan sighed helplessly, "It has nothing to do with whether I wish or not. If I really want to, I hope you can go back to work in your company."

"Okay! Then let's talk about business. Our company has a project now. I want to hand over the design to you. How about it? Are you willing?" Li Minghao put the information in his hand in front of her.

Ling Yanyan didn't look at the information, "President Li, I'm so sorry, I'm just a small design assistant, I can't make decisions about this kind of thing, you can go to the general manager!" She wished she could stay as far away from him as possible, Why do you accept the design in his hand now?

There was a little disappointment on Li Minghao's face, "Yanyan, you are so ruthless! You don't even give me a chance in business. I still like you so much."

"Don't do this." Ling Yanyan didn't want to hurt anyone's heart, but, unintentionally, she hurt an innocent person, "I can only say sorry."

Li Minghao took back the documents on the table, "Yanyan, you know I'm not sorry, but you've made up your mind about this plan, do you believe me?" After speaking, she walked out of her office.

Ling Yanyan leaned weakly on the chair, why she was so tired recently, she rubbed her forehead with her hand, after a long time, she turned on the computer and started to draw on the drawing software, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't get satisfactory results.

Feng Zhiming was sitting in the office, the phone rang, looked at the call, and answered it.

"Auntie," Feng Zhiming stood up and walked to the French window, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Zhiming, I heard that Xueyi is pregnant. I want to wait for your uncle to deal with the affairs in the United States. I want to spare some time and go back to Taipei to see you. I am really happy to hear the news. This means that you have Walked out of the shadow of Yuqing's death." Shen Wanrong smiled faintly on the other end of the phone.

"Okay. Auntie, I'm going to a meeting now. When you come to Taipei, make a phone call and I will pick you up and uncle in person." Feng Zhiming hung up the phone with an unnatural expression, his deep eyes Looking into the distance, it was a burst of irritability.

He walked out of the office, took the elevator to the design department, and signaled with his hand to the employees working in the lobby of the design department to keep quiet, and the employees seemed to understand it in their hearts, and they all recognized the relationship between the president and Assistant Ling as a couple.

Putting her big hand on the doorknob, she opened the door and went in. Ling Yanyan was lying on her desk with her chin resting on her hands, her eyes closed. He came in and stood there for a long time without noticing it.

Feng Zhiming walked to her side, and ran down her long hair with his big hand, from the top to the end of her hair, Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and raised her head.

"It's you? Why did you come here?" Doesn't it mean that all the colleagues outside have seen it, and they must be guessing outside, their little faces suddenly collapsed.

"President, what do you want from me?" Ling Yanyan stood up and walked to the farthest distance from him.

Feng Zhiming smiled, "Are you going to be so far away from me now? It's too late!" He understands her narrow-mindedness.

"What do you mean?" Ling Yanyan looked at him and asked puzzledly.

Feng Zhiming walked towards her and held her in his arms, "Your vigilance is too low, I have been standing here for a long time, what do you think they think we will do here?" With a happy face, only She will calm him down.

"Uh, no! You are the president!" Ling Yanyan pretended to be indifferent, but her heart was all tangled up.