President, don't mess around

Feng Zhiming was sitting in the passenger seat, his head was getting heavier and heavier, Ling Yanyan freed up a hand, reached for his hot forehead, stepped on the accelerator, and accelerated the car.

After more than ten minutes, the car stopped at the gate of the hospital, "Can you still go?" Ling Yanyan supported his muscular body.

As soon as he walked in, he met Lu Zehao and came down, "Yanyan, why are you here?"

"Brother Zehao, he has a fever all over his body." Ling Yanyan was full of worry.

"Help him in first!" Lu Zehao and Ling Yanyan helped Feng Zhiming to a ward.

"Are you okay?" Ling Yanyan held him tightly with her small hands.

Feng Zhiming held her small hand with his big hand, "I'm fine, why do you care about me so much?"

"They're all sick, and they still have a playful smile." Ling Yanyan wanted to be angry, but she couldn't.

Lu Zehao checked Feng Zhiming himself, "There should be nothing serious, but you need to rest well, and I'll just prescribe some medicine."

Feng Zhiming opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zehao, but he always felt a little familiar.

"Brother Zehao, thank you." Ling Yanyan thanked her.

Lu Zehao patted Ling Yanyan's shoulder, "Thank you, he is Yiyi's biological father, isn't he?" He lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

"No..." Ling Yanyan wanted to deny it, but couldn't say it.

Maybe, they all saw it, only he was still foolishly trying to hide it from everyone.

Cough, Feng Zhiming deliberately coughed twice.

Ling Yanyan ran over immediately, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Zhiming held Ling Yanyan's hand tightly, without saying a word, leaning on her thin shoulder.

After Lu Zehao smiled, he walked out of the ward.

"Let's go!" Feng Zhiming got up from the hospital bed.

"Hey, you, you can't!" Ling Yanyan tried her best to stop it, but she still couldn't stop it.

Lu Zehao held a bag in his hand, "Yanyan, this is medicine, and the directions for taking it are marked on it."

Ling Yanyan took the medicine, "Thank you Brother Zehao."

Feng Zhiming walked forward without looking back, and Ling Yanyan could only say goodbye hastily.

"Yanyan, are you coming to see Zehao?" Lin Xiulan's voice sounded at this moment, Ling Yanyan stopped and turned to the source of the voice, "Auntie, come and see Brother Zehao! I have something to go first It's gone." Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming standing two steps away from her, frowning at her.

"Are you sick?" Lin Xiulan looked at the medicine in Ling Yanyan's hand and asked with concern.

Ling Yanyan shook her head desperately. "I'm fine."

Ling Yanyan was a little overwhelmed by Lin Xiulan's concern.

"Mom, why are you here?" After Lu Zehao turned back, he saw Lin Xiulan pulling Ling Yanyan, and Ling Yanyan had a troubled expression on her face, and Feng Zhiming, who was not far away with an ugly face.

"Hao Ze, what a coincidence, I originally wanted to find you, and asked you to bring Yanyan and Yiyi to my house for dinner at night. I didn't expect to meet Yanyan." Lin Xiulan brought Ling Yanyan to Lu Zehao's side A push brought the two of them closer together.

Feng Zhiming walked over, "Ling Yanyan, what are you doing here!" he yelled at her, his throat hurting hoarsely.

"Who are you? Why are you yelling at Yanyan like this? She is my future daughter-in-law," Lin Xiulan yelled back when she saw Feng Zhiming.

But Ling Yanyan and Lu Zehao didn't know what to do.These two people won't just fight like this, will they?After the two looked at each other, Ling Yanyan took Feng Zhiming, and Lu Zehao took Lin Xiulan's arm, and walked in two different directions.

"Stinky boy, why are you dragging me," she said while turning her head, "Yanyan, come to eat at home tonight!"

Ling Yanyan could only pretend that she didn't hear, and pulled Feng Zhiming into the car.

"What's going on? Future daughter-in-law?" Feng Zhiming grabbed Ling Yanyan's wrist as soon as he got into the car.

Ling Yanyan exclaimed in pain, "It hurts so much, let it go!"

"Say! What's going on with that man?" He's not a fool, how could he not see it?

"He and I..." Ling Yanyan said halfway but stopped.

It doesn't matter!

How she wanted to tell him that!However, she can't!

"He and I are in a fiancée relationship." Ling Yanyan answered his question holding back the pain.

Feng Zhiming increased the strength in his hand, "Ling Yanyan, you are brave enough, very good! Then you can go to him!" As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of her and got out of the car.

Ling Yanyan looked at his leaving figure, and put her hand on her left chest, it hurt so much!

A few seconds later, Ling Yanyan also got out of the car and caught up with Feng Zhiming.

"You're still sick, where are you going?" Ling Yanyan grabbed his sleeve.

Feng Zhiming threw her away, "You don't need to worry about it! You should still care about your fiancé!"

"What kind of temper are you playing now! Fever and confused?" Ling Yanyan felt very hot when she just took his hand.

"You sympathize with me? You pity me?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ling Yanyan looked at Yingzhi's eyes, which were bottomless, and wanted to retreat, but she didn't.

"I don't care, anyway, you are sick now, I have to take care of you." Ling Yanyan started to fight him.

Feng Zhiming quickened his pace, Ling Yanyan was wearing high heels and couldn't keep up with him.

In the end, Ling Yanyan simply trotted, accidentally sprained her ankle, and fell to the ground after crying out in pain.

After hearing her cry of pain, Feng Zhiming stopped, turned around, shook his head helplessly, and went back to help her up.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Zhiming asked her softly.

Ling Yanyan held back the pain, "I'm fine, don't be angry, let's go back first, okay?" She pulled his sleeve pitifully.

"Okay, go back, but before you go back, you have to go to the hospital to check your foot injury." Feng Zhiming picked her up.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No need, the injury is not serious anyway, I want to go back now."

He had a fever and had to hug her, Ling Yanyan's nose suddenly became sour, and tears flowed down her face.

"Why are you crying? I'm the one holding you with a fever." Feng Zhiming was still speechless when he touched Ling Yanyan.

Due to Ling Yanyan's insistence, Feng Zhiming could only drive back to the villa.

Ling Yanyan sat on the sofa in the living room, Feng Zhiming went to the refrigerator in the dining room and took out ice cubes, poured them into a basin, gently took off her high heels, and put her red and swollen feet in the ice cubes. in ice cubes.

"It hurts, take it easy!" Ling Yanyan cried out in pain.

Feng Zhiming gave her a blank look, "Do you know it hurts now?" Although he said so, the movements of his hands were much lighter.

Ling Yanyan flattened her mouth, "I'm sorry!"

Caressing his face with a small hand, "Zhiming, you are so hot, take medicine first! I'm fine."

Feng Zhiming ignored it, and still picked up ice cubes and applied them to the red and swollen ankles.

His tenderness made her intoxicated, but all of this could not last forever, it was just her temporary expectation.

It wasn't until the redness on her ankles subsided slightly that she took a towel to dry her feet.

"Is it better?" Feng Zhiming asked softly.

Ling Yanyan nodded, "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore." She put on her slippers.

"Are you taking medicine too?" Ling Yanyan handed the medicine beside the sofa to Feng Zhiming.

Feng Zhiming's face slowly approached, "Feed me."