President, don't mess around

Tears flowed from her eyes, and pain filled her whole body. She walked aimlessly on the street. After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yanyan was wandering in the street. It was already dark. Where is she?Stretching out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, he raised his head, looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, sighed helplessly, and sat down on the wooden chair by the roadside.

The mobile phone in the bag rang, and she knew who was calling without taking out the mobile phone, because since the mobile phone was dropped by Feng Zhiming, he not only helped her buy a new mobile phone, but also gave her a new number. Now, Except for him, no one should know her mobile phone number.

However, she really didn't want to answer it. If she didn't answer it, the phone kept ringing. Finally, she took out the world-limited edition pink-purple slider phone in her bag, and slid the cover, "Hello."

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Feng Zhiming's voice on the other end of the phone was very displeased.

Ling Yanyan was silent for a few seconds before she spoke: "I didn't hear it just now."

"Really?" He didn't quite believe it, "When will you come back? Did President Ling invite you to eat again?"

When Ling Yanyan heard him, she paused, "No, I will go back soon."

"Where are you? I'll pick you up." Feng Zhiming looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.

Ling Yanyan hesitated, "I, I am..." Looking at the road signs beside me, "Zhongchang Road."

Zhongchang Road? "What are you doing there?" Feng Zhiming searched for the address in his mind, but this road is far away from the urban area.

"I, I will go back now!" Ling Yanyan answered eagerly, but avoided his question.

Feng Zhiming yelled: "Wait for me where I am, I'll drive over." Does this damn woman have to make him worry before she's willing to do so?

Before Ling Yanyan could say her refusal, he had already hung up the phone and could only stay where he was, waiting for his arrival.

Her mood has not calmed down, but she still pretends that nothing happened because he is too sensitive.

Half an hour later, the black BMW stopped in front of her, the door opened, and Feng Zhiming in a black suit got out of the car.

"Ling Yanyan, what exactly do you want? What are you doing here alone!" Feng Zhiming stood in front of her and kept yelling at her.

Ling Yanyan lowered her head, reached out her small hand and tugged at his sleeve, "I'm sorry!"

Fell into his arms, tears flowed out again.

"Don't cry!" Feng Zhiming felt a burst of wetness on his chest, and this damn woman became more and more clueless.

Ling Yanyan still buried her face in his chest, with her small wrist around his waist.

"Why are you crying? Am I wrong in scolding you? You still have the face to cry." Feng Zhiming helplessly hugged the little woman into his arms.

Ling Yanyan said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She didn't know why she wanted to cry when she heard her voice, and the tears that had just stopped burst out of her eyes again.

Feng Zhiming pulled her into the car, did she blow the cold wind all afternoon?Why is she like an iceman?Turned on the heater in the car, took off his suit jacket and put it on her body, "Now you can tell me what happened."

"It's nothing! I'm just in a bad mood." Ling Yanyan said haha, trying to fool her.

Feng Zhiming squinted his eyes slightly, "You are in a bad mood, who messed with you? Also, have you finalized the design draft with Cheng's?" Now she is so different from before, she always feels that she is preoccupied of.

"Uh, this..." Oh my god!She forgot about it.

Feng Zhiming stretched out his slender fingers, raised her chin, and made her lowered face face him, "Did you mess it up?" Seeing her bitter face, he guessed.

"Forget it! Then President, you can transfer this case to the senior!" Ling Yanyan doesn't want to have any contact with Ling Yunxiang now, and she doesn't want to confirm the authenticity of this matter and the photo, she just wants to treat it as This never happened.

Feng Zhiming didn't say anything, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and was about to drive back to the villa.

Ling Yanyan leaned against the car window, and fell asleep after a while.

Feng Zhiming slowed down the speed of the car, and the car was driving slowly on the road. It took two hours to arrive at the villa after driving for half an hour.

He carried her out of the car with light movements, and the woman in his arms was buried in his chest habitually, her small face still rubbed against his black silk shirt, and continued to sleep.

Feng Zhiming smiled, and strode into the hall. As soon as he entered, three eyes shot over him, but he didn't care. He carried the person in his arms to the room on the second floor, and let her lie on the bed. And covered her with a quilt.

Walking back to the hall, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Feng Zhihao stared at his son who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, "Do you still have us in your eyes?" Seeing his son walking in with a woman in his arms, he walked upstairs without saying a word. For that woman, he The son has lost all respect for his parents.

"Dad, it's not right for you to say that. Of course I have eyes for you and mother." Feng Zhiming lit a cigarette and smoked it one after another.

Yang Yunfang came over and snatched the cigarette from his hand, "Didn't you see Xueyi sitting here? She is pregnant, so can you bear with your cigarette addiction? When did you become so addicted to cigarettes?" The smoke was suppressed, and the mouth was still nagging.

Feng Zhiming stood up, "Then I'll go up first." After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the second floor, then turned around again, "Mother Zhang, get some food and bring it to my room."

Ling Yanyan still slept deeply, isn't she a night owl?What stimulated her in the afternoon?Seeing her frowning, she was still so restless in her sleep, and her big hand stroked her face.

The curled eyelashes flickered, and he opened his sleepy eyes, looking at everything familiar, "I fell asleep." Sitting up, he looked at Feng Zhiming on the edge of the bed, with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Zhiming held her in his arms and asked softly.

It’s okay not to mention it, but once I mentioned it, I felt hungry, so I nodded, "I’m hungry, but you didn’t eat, I’m sorry!" If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t be hungry either. It’s almost midnight now, so it’s okay dinner?It's all supper.

At this time, Mama Zhang served the prepared meals and brought them in.

The two sat side by side in front of the coffee table, eating their dinner bite by bite. Ling Yanyan put down her chopsticks, looked at his side face, "Mmm... Zhiming." Hesitating what to say.

"Just say what you want!" He also put down his chopsticks and put his arm around her shoulder.

Ling Yanyan forced a smile, "I want to ask you something."

He rolled his eyes, he already knew that nothing good happened to her, so what's the matter?

But he still asked calmly: "If it's not a good thing, don't open your mouth."