President, don't mess around

"Auntie, I think you have misunderstood." No matter how Ling Yanyan explained, Lin Xiulan couldn't listen to a word. Instead, she turned to Yiyi and asked, "Yiyi, do you like grandma?"

Yiyi nodded vigorously, "I like it."

Lin Xiulan wanted to take Yiyi home right now, but in the end, she still reluctantly watched Ling Yanyan take Yiyi into the car and leave.

"Mum, is what the grandma said just now true?" Yiyi blinked her big eyes and asked Ling Yanyan who was driving.

Ling Yanyan could only smile wryly, "Yiyi, children can't talk so much, you understand?"

"Mum, I care about you too." With her arms folded over her chest, her small body sank into the back of the chair.

Ling Yanyan didn't speak, and continued to drive the car intently. This time, it's better not to make any big troubles. However, Lin Xiulan's eager expression made her very worried.

At first, she thought that if she knew that she was the mother of a child, she would definitely dislike her, but not only did she not dislike her, but she even liked Yiyi more, and she was [-]% sure that Yiyi was her granddaughter. Like this?

The car finally drove into the villa, and Yiyi in the passenger seat had already fallen asleep, and gently carried her daughter back to the room.

Looking at her daughter's sleeping face, Ling Yanyan sighed softly, turned off the bedside lamp in the room, and walked out of the room.

Lu Zehao was sitting on the sofa, wearing white casual clothes, facing Lin Xiulan and Lu Shijie.

"Tell me! When will you get married?" Lin Xiulan looked angry, "Do you know how many years I have wanted to be a grandmother, and when you are in your 30s, you are still single. Now, I order you, Within a month, I will marry Yanyan immediately."

"Mom, you can't do it like that!" Lu Zehao frowned, and what did his mother sing?

Lin Xiulan took a sip of water and glared angrily at her inattentive son, "I zhuanzhi? I only want my granddaughter."

"Granddaughter? Mom, what's wrong with you today? I don't know when you have a granddaughter?" Lu Zehao was about to get up and leave, talking to his mother, he was too tired.

"Of course my granddaughter is Yiyi!" Lin Xiulan's words surprised Lu Zehao.

"How do you know Yiyi?" Lu Zehao asked in surprise.

Lin Xiulan looked proud, "Do you think you can hide this from me? Admit it now?"

"I can do whatever I like, anyway, I have nothing to do with Yanyan." Lu Zehao turned and walked up to the second floor.

Feng Zhiming sat on the plane for more than ten hours, and finally landed at Paris International Airport in the early morning. With an unconcealed exhaustion on his face, he stopped a taxi and went straight to Ling Yanyan's villa.

Keeping ringing the doorbell on the round concrete pillar outside the door, Ling Yanyan just woke up when she heard the doorbell ringing, so early, who could it be?

Putting on a thin coat over the light purple silk pajamas, he walked out of the hall. It was him, Feng Zhiming, rubbing his eyes vigorously. He must have not slept well to have such an illusion, let alone He has returned to Taiwan now, even if he is in France, he may not be able to find her address.

"Ling Yanyan! Open the door!" Feng Zhiming looked at Ling Yanyan who was standing there with a sleepy face, and yelled at her.

Ling Yanyan wanted to turn back to the room with an ostrich mentality, but his roar came from behind, "Unless you never open the door! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Damn it!As soon as I saw him, I wanted to run.

Ling Yanyan could only turn back, walked to the gate, opened the white iron gate, Feng Zhiming threw the suitcase to her, and strode directly to the hall.

"Hey!" Ling Yanyan could only pull up the suitcase and follow him into the hall.

With the suitcase still in her hand, Feng Zhiming grabbed her, and the suitcase in her hand fell to the ground without any warning.

"Well..." His domineering kiss fell directly, and his big hand directly clasped the back of her head, leaving her nowhere to escape.

The domineering and forceful kiss gradually became gentle and tossed. From the beginning of the resistance, Ling Yanyan didn't realize that her arms had wrapped around his neck.

His tongue nimbly opened her white teeth, and was tightly entangled with her tongue. At some point, the jacket on his body had slipped off, and the suspenders of the silk nightdress had also slipped off his shoulders.

Feng Zhiming's lips moved down, and his big hands moved on her back through the silk nightgown, moving down a little bit, all Ling Yanyan's reason was emptied.

That familiar aura, the aura of nostalgia, swept over her, making her unable to think or refuse.

Just when the silk nightgown was about to be torn off by Feng Zhiming, a cry made the two of them stop.

"Mommy." Yiyi came downstairs as soon as she woke up.

Feng Zhiming picked up the jacket on the ground as quickly as possible, and covered Ling Yanyan's body.

Ling Yanyan tightened her coat and walked towards her daughter, "Yiyi, you're up!" The smile on her face was embarrassing.

"Mommy, do you hope that I won't wake up? If I know you're busy, I won't come down!" Shui Liang looked at the tall man who was leisurely at the side, as if nothing happened just now.

"Uh, no!" Ling Yanyan said to her daughter with a wry smile.

Yiyi pursed her lips, "Hi handsome uncle, I'm sorry, Yiyi definitely didn't mean to spoil your good deeds on purpose, I will leave right now, you continue." After finishing speaking, she turned and walked upstairs, only two After walking up the stairs, she turned her head again, "Mum, as long as you manage your time well and send me to school on time, it will be fine." Then, she walked back to the room on the second floor without looking back.

Ling Yanyan's face was quickly stained with a blush, my God, is this her daughter?Is it her own daughter?

Feng Zhiming sat on the sofa leisurely, looked at Ling Yanyan's shy and annoyed face, stepped forward, hugged her from behind, and blew warm breath in her ear, "Yanyan, we continue or not?"

Ling Yanyan turned around and waved her hand, but was caught by Feng Zhiming, "This beating habit is not good. It's been five years, and you still haven't changed it."

"I want you to take care of it!" Ling Yanyan is full of anger now, what is he doing here, what is he coming to disturb her peaceful life!Turning around and walking towards the room on the second floor, Feng Zhiming also followed.

"Why can't I care? You, Ling Yanyan, are still my woman. In this life, you don't want to have anything to do with other men, otherwise, he can only die!" Of course Feng Zhiming had to remind her to save her forget.

"You have so many women, why bother me again? I already have my life." Ling Yanyan very much hoped that his appearance was just an accident, not that he came here because he knew something.

Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows lightly, "Really? How can you live without me?"

"Stop being self-righteous, I have lived a very, very good life without you for the past five years." Ling Yanyan said emphatically.

Feng Zhiming put his hands on her face, "Yanyan, is it fun to be brave? I'm here to take you back."

"What?! Why do you take me back? My home is here, so where should I go?" Ling Yanyan said excitedly.

She knew it a long time ago, when she met him in Italy, she knew that he would not just let her go.

"Why?! Have you forgotten the contract in my hand?" Feng Zhiming looked at her evilly, only to see her face turn pale.

A contract, a contract with no deadline!