Daily Life After Marriage with a Boss

    Feng Chu didn't stay in Ling Yi's room all night.

      Too much makes Ling Yi feel terrified.

    He is trying to suppress his own nature.

    Ling Yi finally fell asleep in Feng Chu's arms, Feng Chu took a few pictures of Ling Yi sleeping, and he saved many pictures of Ling Yi in his mobile phone, most of which were in Ling Yi Filmed after falling asleep.

    When Ling Yi woke up the next day, Feng Chu just came back from exercising. Feng Chu went to the bathroom to take a shower. Through a glass door, Ling Yi was brushing his teeth by the sink.

    Because she just woke up, Ling Yi's consciousness was still a little drowsy, and she was in a daze while brushing her teeth.

    Feng Chu came out and wrapped herself in a bath towel, Ling Yi put down his toothbrush and washed his face with clean water.

    "Do you want to go to Tianchu Hotel today?" Feng Chu took a towel to wipe Ling Yi's face, "Don't move, your eyelashes are really long."

    Ling Yi's thick eyelashes are hung with crystal water droplets. His eyelashes are not dark in color. The eyelashes, eyebrows and hair are similar in color. Because the skin color is too white, it can be clearly seen that the upper and lower eyelashes are thick. It can make the water droplets not fall on it.

    Feng Chu likes everything about Ling Yi, Ling Yi is so delicate, she looks gorgeous when put together, and looks outrageous even if you look at it separately.

    Ling Yi shook her head: "I still won't go, because I can't see her appearance. I have an appointment with Mrs. Zhao and Dr. Zhao for dinner tonight, and I will stay at their house tonight. "

    "Okay." Feng Chu knew that Ling Yi had a good relationship with Dr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao, probably because Ling Yi lacked the care of the elders since he was a child, so it was easier to trust the elders, "I Come over tomorrow."

    The two had breakfast together, and Feng Chu returned to the company after breakfast.

    Ling Yi sat on the sofa for a long time.

    This year, City B has more rain than in previous years. When I woke up in the morning, the weather outside was gloomy, and it seemed like it was going to snow.

    Husband Liu brought Ling Yi a few new Braille novels, she sorted out Ling Yi's bookshelf, and suddenly heard Ling Yi say, "Miss Liu, are you busy this evening?"

    Nursing Liu said while arranging: "Nothing. Does Mr. Ling need my help?"

    Ling Yi nodded lightly.

    Nursing Liu and Ling Yi have gotten to know each other very well. She likes Ling Yi very much. There are other guests living in the nursing home. Ling Yi is the best person to take care of them. She doesn't feel comfortable flirting with beautiful female nurses, and she doesn't lose any temper with them. She often praises them for their outstanding abilities and can do anything. Therefore, under normal circumstances, she is happy to do anything Ling Yi asks her to do.

    Winter gets dark earlier, especially on cloudy days. There were snowflakes in the cold air, and nurse Liu accompanied Ling Yi into a flower shop.

    This flower shop is relatively large. Pink roses, white lilies, and eustoma are brightly colored. There is a very fresh fragrance of grass and trees in the air. Bought myself a small bunch of beautiful fragrant cedars.

    After a while, Ling Yi took a bunch of gardenias from the owner.

    Human Liu smelled the fragrance of flowers: "I thought there was no gardenia in winter."

    Ling Yi smiled lightly: "It is difficult to grow flowers in winter at home, but there are flowers in the shop."

    Hugong Liu and Ling Yi sat in the car, and the car was smelled by gardenias and smelled good.

    At eight o'clock, the whole city is full of lights. The bright and blurred lights and towering high-rise buildings make this area look extremely prosperous.

    Human Liu sent Ling Yi to the front desk of the hotel, and waited for Ling Yi to enter the hotel room before nurse Liu let out a sigh of relief and said goodbye to Ling Yi with a smile: "Mr. Ling, then I'm leaving, If you need me to pick you up tomorrow, remember to call me. Is your phone charged?"

    Ling Yi nodded: "Thank you. The phone is fully charged."

    Nursing Liu left here.

    She could guess the reason why Ling Yi came here, probably because she wanted to spend a good night here with Feng Chu.

    Although the nursing home is also very good, the place where the nursing home is located is not prosperous, and it is far less convenient for shopping and eating.

    Tianchu Hotel, which is one of the most high-end hotels in B city, the ultimate fusion of garden and hotel makes every guest feel relaxed and happy-Hugong Liu feels that province A is an industry monopolized by the closed family A lot of industries with Chu in their names might have something to do with Feng Chu. She googled it, and sure enough, this hotel was owned by Feng Chu's mother, Chu Manwen.

    When she left, she happened to see a group of foreigners entering the hotel lobby. The woman surrounded by them was tall and noble, with beautiful legs that looked like the goddess in Greek mythology.

    Hugong Liu was stunned. She stood there for a long time before she remembered to take a picture of the big star, but when she picked up the phone, the group of people had already entered the elevator.

    Annette looked tired, she made a video call to her husband, looked at her strong and lovely little son, forced a smile, and told them that she would be back before Christmas.

    Although she was exhausted by the activities of the day, she did not go to bed, but went downstairs for a walk.

    Maybe because the night is too cold, the warm and fragrant interior makes the guests more nostalgic, so there are only two or three people outside.

    Annette was wearing a thick faux fur coat, her face after makeup was still as bright as a diamond in the night, she sat on a bench in a daze, although the bench fell Snow particles would stain her pretty clothes, but she didn't care.

    A moment later Annette noticed the young man across from him, the young man had been sitting here longer, she noticed it when she came over, and only now saw his face.

    Annette did not expect such a coincidence in the world. That day, she and the photographer went to the temple to take pictures. Before going up the mountain, she met the child and the child's father in a restaurant.

    "You and your father are here for a few trips?" Annete speaks fluent Chinese with a very friendly attitude, "We met two days ago."

    Ling Yi didn't think he could see Ruan Qingzhi, the other side had bodyguards and assistants, and would not let ordinary fans approach.

    He just wants to stay here for one night, it doesn't matter if we can meet or not.

    Ling Yi remembers Ruan Qingzhi's voice, remembers what Ruan Qingzhi once said to him, and has seen her face on the screen countless times over the years.

    His fingers holding the gardenia suddenly tightened, and he said uncertainly: "Annette?"

    Annette raised her eyebrows: "So you know me. You kept typing on your phone with your head down that day. Your father doesn't know me."

    Ling Yi remembered the day she came down from the temple.

    He was burned by incense ashes. He thought it was because he was not careful.

    He did not tell the other party that Dr. Zhao was not his father: "My eyes can't see."

    Annette looked at Ling Yi's face carefully in the dim light. She thought that the child was really good-looking, and her eyes looked normal - no, there was no expression in her eyes.

    She was very surprised: "Then why do you recognize me?"

    Ling Yi smiled lightly: "I am your fan, remember your voice."

    He stretched out his right hand, holding a bouquet of fragrant gardenias.

    Dark green leaves and snow-white buds, exuding a wanton aroma in the dark night, Annette took it over: "Thank you, I have lived in China for many years, I have a Chinese name, and there is a The word is Gardenia of Gardenia."

    Ling Yi felt a pain in her heart: "Really? You never mentioned it in the media reports, fans only know that you are very interested in Chinese culture and speak fluent Chinese."

    Annette pulled the corners of her lips.

    She sat on Ling Yi's side: "Are you born blind?"

    Ling Yi's eyelashes drooped down, and she smiled lonely: "I forgot."

    Annette said: "I also have a relative in China, a young boy, he should be three or four years older than you, born after Christmas, and he will be his in about twenty days. 20th birthday."

    "A distant relative?"

    Annette shook her head, and then she thought that the child beside her could not see her shaking her head.

    "The blood relationship is very close," Annette shouldn't say too much to the fans, because every word she said may be big news, but she has been in a low mood these days , The child in front of her made her have a strong desire to talk, "He is a very cute child, with golden curly hair, especially big eyes, and very polite. His father said that this child must be a little angel in the sky."

    "This time back to China, don't you want to see him?"

    "He hates me." Annette smiled, but there were tears in her eyes, "I've done something really bad, probably the person he hates the most in the world. I've been here these few days. I always dream of him when I go to China, and every time I wake up, the pillow will be wet, baby, you are too young to understand this feeling."

    "When I was a child, my mother and father divorced, and every day I woke up, my pillow would be wet. It felt very strange. The whole person would be so heartbroken that he couldn't do anything, not even walk." Standing on the bench, "But I don't hate my mom, she's the only one who has loved me in eighteen years."

    Annette remembered that Ling Yi was sitting at the table with a middle-aged man that day. It turned out that his parents were divorced, so he was only with his father. But it wasn't her surprise: "You're eighteen? You look like fifteen or sixteen."

    Annette was half a head taller than Ling Yi when she stood up. The boys she has seen in the entertainment industry all these years are very mature. Fifteen or sixteen years old, they look like Ling Yi. Pretty much - it's also possible that Caucasians are more likely to mature.

    She looked at the boy in front of her.

    The boy's height is about 1.75 meters. Although he is a little thin, his body is very elegant. His slightly cold face has a white jade-like texture under the lamp, and his thick flaxen curls In the darker night, he looks impeccable no matter what country's aesthetics he looks at.

    Annette felt that she might be dazzled at night, and actually felt that her child was somewhat similar to this teenager.

    Actually, she can't remember the specific appearance of her eldest son. After all, more than ten years later, she was very determined when she left, and did not take any photos as a souvenir.

    Over the years, Annette only remembered that the other party had blond curly hair and a plump baby face. She was gentle since she was a child. She would smile politely and shyly when she met strangers. She didn't like to play with children. I like to watch "Andersen's Fairy Tales" quietly.

    Later, she remarried and gave birth to a younger son, she subconsciously felt that the eldest son should look similar to the younger son when he was a child, and the younger children are similar anyway.

    Ling Yi said: "It's very late, Annette, you've been busy all day, go back and rest."

    Annette also got up from the bench: "Good night. Can I give you a hug? You remind me of my child."

    Ling Yi took two steps back and refused with a smile: "No way."

    Annette never thought that she would be rejected by others when she was a goddess, and she was also the idol of this boy. Annette felt ridiculous for a while. After she laughed dryly, Feeling lost again, I turned around and went back to the hotel.

    Ling Yi sat back again.

    The night was cold and windy, and there was no temperature on his body, and the scenes from many years ago were quickly skipped in his mind.

    "Ling Yi?" A slightly stern female voice sounded, "Why are you here?"

    Ling Yi raised her head.

    Chu Manwen heard that Annette came to City B, and stayed at his hotel. It happened that she was resting these days and came to City B to meet Annette.

    When I just walked over, I thought this figure looked like Ling Yi. When I got closer, I realized that this was Ling Yi: "Why are you here? Feng Chu brought you here?"

    Ling Yi heard Chu Manwen's voice, he stood up: "I have something to stay here for one night. Auntie, why are you here?"

    Chu Manwen gritted his teeth and remembered that it was not good to get a character, but he chose a character who worked as a social animal. As the mother of a social animal, it is obviously not normal to live in such a high-end hotel. : "I'll bring something to my friends. It's too cold outside. You should go back to your room to rest. Young people should pay more attention to their health."

    Chu Manwen called Feng Chu an hour later: "Are you also at Tianchu Hotel? It just happened that I didn't have to ask my assistant to make a trip. I brought a few ginseng from home, You take it and let the cook at home make up the old lady's body."

    Feng Chu was at a bar with a few friends tonight, not far from the Tianchu Hotel, he frowned: "I'm not here, you ask the assistant to take it home. Mom, don't give these little things to you I called."

    Chu Manwen said "oh": "Then I will let Xiao Zheng go there tomorrow morning. I just saw Ling Yi sitting in the hotel garden, I thought you lived with him."

    Feng Chu took the coat next to her.

    He arrived at the hotel within ten minutes and asked the hotel manager directly for Ling Yi's room number. The hotel manager knew Feng Chu's identity - the son of the big boss and his future boss, so Feng Chu easily reached the door of Ling Yi's room.

    He rang the doorbell.

    After about three minutes, Ling Yi opened the door a little: "Hello, what's the matter?"

    "It's me."

    Ling Yi opened the door, wearing only a bathrobe, and said blankly, "Mr. Feng?"

    "I called Dr. Zhao just now, and he said you didn't plan to go to his house." Feng Chu said, "Ling Yi, you need to explain."

    "I want to stay here for one night."

    "Because of Annette? You want to chase stars?"

    Ling Yi nodded.

      , it's normal. But you can't see, and you need someone to be by your side. If this happens again, I'll be mad at you."

    Feng Chu suddenly found that Ling Yi's eyes were crimson, and there seemed to be traces of crying. But this is unlikely in Feng Chu's view, because Ling Yi's character does not cry, he thought that Ling Yi had just fallen asleep, which was caused by rubbing his eyes after waking up.

    Ling Yi let Feng Chu enter the room: "How does Mr. Feng know my room number? Did Miss Liu tell you?"

    "Hmm."

    Feng Chu checked the bedroom and bathroom: "Why don't you let me come with you? Have you seen her?"

    "I see." Ling Yi said, "I gave her a bunch of gardenias, she likes it very much."

    "Ling Yi, why do you like her? Because she is beautiful?"

    Ling Yi thought for a moment: "She-she looks like my mother."

    Feng Chu remembered that Ling Yi said that he was a mixed race, and that Annette was a foreigner and was replaced by Ling Yi. It was normal, but it sounds incredible to think of a female star as her mother: "Then do you like it? male celebrity?"

    "No."

    Feng Chu wanted to kiss Ling Yi, but he had just had a drink, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

    Annette is his mother's business, not many people know about it, Ling Yi doesn't plan to tell anyone, he doesn't want Feng Chu to be distracted by this matter, Annette will leave, everything is like A wind blew without any trace at all.

    His parents are not related and have no affection.

    Feng Chu came out after a long time, he saw Ling Yi actually fell asleep on the sofa, he picked Ling Yi up and carried him to the bed.

    He touched the pillow, it was actually wet.

    Ling Yi actually cried, and Feng Chu always thought that Ling Yi was very resistant.