President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in a white nightgown, watching the hazy moonlight shining down, the balcony was all golden, and Feng Zhiming was in Yiyi's room, being pestered by Yiyi to listen to fairy tales.

Happiness is simple and ordinary. It is just a light embrace between two people. Knowing each other, she can be desperate and give wholeheartedly.

The white mobile phone on the dressing table rang suddenly, making Ling Yanyan turn around, picked up the mobile phone, and when she saw the name displayed on the screen, she quickly answered the phone, "Linlin, is that you?"

"Sister Yanyan." Qin Lin's voice was very light and soft.

"Linlin, where are you now? Let's meet up." After Ling Yanyan hadn't heard from her for so long, she was very surprised when she suddenly received a call from her.

Qin Lin smiled lightly, "I'm fine, I just want to talk to you all of a sudden."

"Where are you now? Do you know that Minghao is very worried about you?" Ling Yanyan said anxiously, afraid that she would hang up the phone suddenly.

Qin Lin paused for a while before saying, "I don't want to see him."

"But, he has been looking for you." Listening to what she said, Ling Yanyan felt sorry for her.

"What did he ask me for? He just wanted to apologize for what he had done. He just wanted to feel at ease. I don't want to hear him say I'm sorry." Qin Lin's heart hurts, and she clearly loves , but can't stay together, if it wasn't for mutual desire, what would she do with such a love.

Ling Yanyan was stunned suddenly, she knew Qin Lin's love for Li Minghao, but she was helpless, because she was standing between them.

"Linlin." She heard a low sob on the other end of the phone.

"Sister Yanyan, I'm fine. You're very happy now, aren't you? You want to be so happy forever." After Qin Lin finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

"Linlin!" Ling Yanyan could only hear the regular beeps from the phone.

Just then Feng Zhiming walked in, "Why are you staring at the phone in a daze?" He took the phone from her hand and put it back on the dressing table.

"It's okay, is Yiyi asleep?" Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, calming down her mood.

"She's asleep." Feng Zhiming hugged her and walked towards the big bed, "You don't look very good recently, do you want to go to the hospital tomorrow?" Holding her in his arms, he didn't feel fatter, on the contrary, he became thinner and thinner.

Ling Yanyan nestled her small body into his arms, and found the most comfortable position to lean against, "No, I have something to do tomorrow."

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Feng Zhiming watched her close her eyes tiredly, and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the moonlight in the room.

Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around his waist, "I'm so sleepy." She was so sleepy that she didn't want to speak.

Feng Zhiming helplessly pulled the quilt over the two of them, hugging the person in his arms.

When Ling Yanyan woke up, Feng Zhiming beside her was no longer there. She sat up with difficulty, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and was picked up after two rings.

"Yanyan?" Li Minghao asked with some uncertainty.

"Minghao, it's me. Let's meet today." Ling Yanyan still decided to have a talk with him.

"Okay. I'll pick you up." Just as Li Minghao finished speaking, Ling Yanyan saw Feng Zhiming standing at the door, and was stunned, "No need, I'll just go there by myself."

Put away the phone, turned to face Feng Zhiming who was walking towards him, "Why didn't you go to the company?"

"You said you have something to see Li Minghao today?" Feng Zhiming's voice was a little cold, and the expression on his face was also a little gloomy.

Ling Yanyan got off the bed with a pale face, "I have something to do with him." Seeing his unhappy face, Ling Yanyan took him by the arm.

Of course Feng Zhiming was not happy. He deliberately turned down the originally arranged meeting today, but he didn't expect that she would want to meet Li Minghao behind his back.

"Let's go! Go change your clothes, I'll accompany you." Looking at Ling Yanyan's innocent and wronged face, her heart softened.

"Thank you." Ling Yanyan stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss on his stern face.

Feng Zhiming stroked her long hair, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Ling Yanyan nodded, "Okay." Just as she turned around, a pain hit her lower abdomen, her whole body went limp, and she fell to the ground. Feng Zhiming quickly embraced her, "Yanyan!"

"Zhi Ming, my stomach hurts so much." In just a few seconds, his forehead was already covered with a layer of sweat, and his fingertips were whitening to hold Zhi Ming's hand.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Feng Zhiming looked down and saw the gurgling blood flowing from between her legs, which stained the white nightgown on her body red, and the hands supporting her trembled suddenly.

Ling Yanyan bit her lips tightly, "It hurts!"

"Yanyan, bear with me, I'll take you to the hospital right away." Feng Zhiming carried her downstairs, walked to the garage, let her sit on the passenger seat, and drove towards the hospital.

At the door of the emergency room of the hospital, Feng Zhiming waited anxiously. Her dazzling red body made his hands tremble slightly.

Not long after, Ling Yunxiang also arrived at the hospital with Yiyi in his arms, "Zhiming, what's going on?"

Feng Zhiming shook his head, until half an hour later, the lights in the emergency room went out and the doctor came out.

"Doctor, how is Yanyan?" Feng Zhiming stepped forward and asked.

The doctor took off the mask, shook his head, "It's a miscarriage."

"Abortion?" Feng Zhiming asked in disbelief.

"She has been pregnant for more than a month. It may be because of her weak physical fitness. She had a miscarriage last time, and it may be difficult to conceive. Even if she conceives, she will have a habitual miscarriage." The doctor said to them with some regret.

"However, in the past year, our suggestion is to recuperate first, and to use contraception in sexual intercourse. It is best not to have children within one or two years." The doctor said to Feng Zhiming.

Feng Zhiming said with a stern face, "Can I go and see her?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded, "Let's stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."

In the advanced ward of the hospital, Ling Yanyan's anesthesia had not subsided, and she was in a coma. Feng Zhiming asked Ling Yunxiang to take Yiyi back first, and stayed in the ward by herself.

Looking at her face without a trace of blood, he felt guilty in his heart.

Ling Yanyan woke up after a long time, looked at the whiteness in her eyes, turned her head to look at Feng Zhiming, "What's wrong with me?" Her voice was so weak that she could barely hear it.

"It's okay, take a good rest." Feng Zhiming really didn't know what to say.

Ling Yanyan unconsciously caressed her aching lower abdomen, "Did I have a miscarriage?" Her eyes were dim, and she asked in a very soft voice.

Feng Zhiming was startled for a moment, but didn't speak.

It was a woman's intuition that told Ling Yanyan that there was a sense of loss, and there was endless loss. She lost her unborn child again.

Feng Zhiming looked at her drooping eyes, and the tears slid down his cheeks calmly, "We can have another one if the child is gone."

"Do I still have the qualifications?" Ling Yanyan turned her head away, not letting him see her pain, losing two children, and not even knowing she was pregnant.