President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan broke away from him, "That doesn't count." It was obviously an unequal treaty, why did he bring it up again five years later?Still using this to force her?

"It has legal effect, so why doesn't it count? Besides, if I say it counts, of course it counts!" Feng Zhiming looked at her with slanted eyebrows.

"You... scoundrel, despicable..." Ling Yanyan cursed regardless of her image.

"You're right. I'm a scoundrel, and I'm mean. What can you do to me? I'm sleepy and I'm going to sleep." Feng Zhiming strode into the bathroom, which is like his like home.

Ling Yanyan stomped her feet angrily, what is he doing!Who does he think he is!

"Mummy!" Yiyi appeared at the door of Ling Yanyan's room again, and Yiyi looked at Ling Yanyan with a strange expression on her face.

"Yiyi, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Ling Yanyan stepped forward and squatted in front of her daughter.

Yiyi pursed her lips, "Mummy, is that handsome uncle my daddy?"

Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "Yiyi, you..."

"When did you let other men get so close to you? Not even Uncle Zehao, you are kissing that uncle in the living room now." Yiyi looked ambiguous with a look of knowing everything Looking at Ling Yanyan.

"Don't talk nonsense, Yiyi belongs to Mommy alone." Ling Yanyan hugged her daughter tightly.

Yiyi rolled her eyes helplessly, "But, Mommy, I'm going to be late for school!"

Ling Yanyan looked at the time, and realized how it was eight o'clock, "Yiyi, Mommy will help you change your clothes first."

Leave everything else behind, especially Feng Zhiming, this hateful man.

After changing her daughter's clothes and washing her hair, she tied up her hair and put on a beautiful headgear, and then turned back to her room. Seeing Feng Zhiming's upper body was naked, and the thin quilt was only stretched to the lower abdomen, he was too excited. Do not treat yourself as a guest!Sighing helplessly, he took out a light green suspender dress from the closet and put it on, picked up a bag of the same color, and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Feng Zhiming on the bed opened his eyes, with a wicked smile on his face.

After Ling Yanyan sent her daughter to the kindergarten, she drove to the store, sat at the desk, her mind was full of Feng Zhiming's figure, she stroked her forehead, hey, is he still asleep in the villa alone?I don't know if I won't eat alone at noon?He has a bad stomach and cannot be hungry.

She patted her forehead hard, Ling Yanyan, why are you so worthless, why are you worried about him?Haven't you been wishing for him to be bad all the time?

At this moment, the phone in the office rang, and Ling Yanyan picked it up. It was from downstairs, "Sister Yanyan, there is a guest downstairs looking for you."

guest?She usually rarely has visitors!

"Let him come up!" Ling Yanyan put the phone off the line, and continued to design drawings on the computer. The new products for the next season have not been settled yet, and she really didn't feel anything recently. She sighed slightly.

"What? Are you unhappy to see me?" Feng Zhiming's voice came from the door.

Ling Yanyan raised her head, "Why is it you? President Feng, you really have a lot of time."

"Of course, time is what I have the most besides money." Feng Zhiming sat down on the sofa, his legs crossed naturally.

Ling Yanyan really didn't want to talk to him, but he just wanted to send it to his door, "President Feng, you are free, but I am very busy, and I still need to make money to support my family."

"Are you driving me away?" Feng Zhiming drank the coffee brought by his secretary.

I know I'm still leaving!Ling Yanyan said in her heart.

"I came to wait for you to have lunch together." Feng Zhiming leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes tiredly.

Ling Yanyan ignored him, she could wait as long as she wanted, and she didn't have time to talk to him.

In less than a few minutes, Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at his exhausted face, he was much haggard.

He must have been drinking too much coffee. Five years later, he doesn't seem to be doing well.

Ling Yanyan sighed silently, picked up a thin blanket, covered him, and then returned to her seat to start designing the sketch.

The whole morning passed peacefully, Ling Yanyan raised her head, rubbed her sore neck, and looked at the completed design sketch on the computer page, with a satisfied smile on her face.

And Feng Zhiming was still half leaning on the sofa, sleeping deeply, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortable. Why did he need to be like this? Was he trying to soften her heart?

Moreover, I am actually worried about him, Ling Yanyan, you are really worthless.

Ling Yanyan stood in front of him, looking at the faint black shadow under his eyes.

Feng Zhiming opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and Ling Yanyan fell into his arms steadily, "What's wrong? I haven't seen me for so long, do you think I've become more handsome?"

With a cheeky face, he asked Ling Yanyan with a smile.

Ling Yanyan kept struggling, but his big hands tightly locked her slender waist, "Yanyan, don't test my concentration, I'm a normal man."

It was only then that Ling Yanyan realized the abnormality under him, and stopped struggling.

Feng Zhiming smiled triumphantly, and Ling Yanyan put her little hand on his chest, "President Feng, it's lunch time, should we go out for dinner?"

She always felt unaccustomed to being hugged so tightly by him.

"But, I want to eat you more." Feng Zhiming's big hand began to wander restlessly on her body, and kissed her fair neck.

Ling Yanyan wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't escape, "No, someone will come in."

Feng Zhiming also let her go, "Let's go! I'm hungry." He took her hand naturally, picked up the handbag on her desk, and walked out of her office.

Ling Yanyan followed his footsteps and walked to a black luxury car in the parking space at the door, "This is?"

"Let's go!" Feng Zhiming ignored the surprise on her face and let her sit in the passenger seat.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Ling Yanyan also knew that rich people are too high-profile.

The car stopped at a western restaurant, which was an authentic French restaurant, and the two sat down at a window seat.

The waiter delivered the menu, but Feng Zhiming handed the menu to Ling Yanyan, "You order."

Ling Yanyan glanced at him, "Let's talk about whether it's your treat or I'll pay for it?"

"I'll pay for the treat, okay? Ms. Ling Yanyan, you shouldn't be poor now, right?" Feng Zhiming rolled his eyes, and reached out his hand to signal her to order casually.

Ling Yanyan smiled, and started to order, of course choosing the most expensive one.

And Feng Zhiming didn't frown, still relaxed.

After a while, all the meals were served, but Feng Zhiming didn't have any appetite, he just took a few mouthfuls, holding a goblet in his hand, pouring pure French red wine in the glass, which was mellow and sweet.

"Why do you eat so little?" Ling Yanyan asked worriedly.

Feng Zhiming waved his hand, "I'm fine, you can eat!"

Ling Yanyan looked at his unusually rosy face, stretched out her hand, and reached for his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

Feng Zhiming shook his head slightly, "I can't die."

"You, how can you not cherish your body so much?" Ling Yanyan glared at him angrily, "Come on, let's go to the hospital."

Feng Zhiming refused, joke, a little cold, is it necessary to exaggerate to the point of going to the hospital?

Ling Yanyan summoned the waiter, took out a card from her bag, "Check out."

She must take him to the hospital right now.