President, he is so charming to me

He pretended he didn't know anything, he pretended they were just dating, like a couple who just got together.

After drinking for three rounds, the only thing left in his eyes was the sharp-hearted person he was thinking of, and he called her name affectionately over and over again...

"Mumu, Mumu..."

Meng Yanmu took the initiative to lean forward, and let the man carry her to the bathroom, but the bathtub in the bathroom had already been filled with hot water, and there were some bright red rose petals floating on it...

It's very late again today, and Yan Jingheng hasn't come back yet.

Meng Yanran took a shower early and nestled under the quilt to wait for him. She didn't even have time to dry her hair. At this moment, her hair was sticking wet to her arms and pillow.

It was around 11:30 when she finally heard the sound of the doorknob being turned.

Meng Yanran still didn't fall asleep, but she didn't get up.

Yan Jingheng opened a crack in the bedroom door, and Meng Yanran squinted at him quietly through her eyelashes.

That is the man she loves, every corner of this room is full of his breath, and now it is even more intense.

Yan Jingheng seemed to be looking in her direction and sighed, then carefully closed the door.

Then there was the rustling sound of undressing, and soon there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Soon Yan Jingheng put on a bath towel and opened the door again, lifted a corner of the quilt, gently moved her arm that crossed the boundary, and then embraced her in his arms.

Yan Jingheng gently kissed her forehead, "Honey, why did you go to bed without blowing your hair?"

Meng Yanran knew she couldn't hide it from him, and she didn't fall asleep.

She put her arms around Yan Jingheng's neck and bit her hard. Yan Jingheng cried out in pain, but he didn't push her away. When she let go, he seemed to hesitate, turned over and pressed her under him...

The next day.

"Baby, isn't this your favorite perfume? How did you throw it away?"

Yan Jingheng, who was wearing a tie, freed one hand to pick up a delicate lady's perfume bottle, lily scented, from the empty trash can.

Meng Yanran lifted the quilt, got out of bed with bare feet, walked to the drinking fountain and poured a glass of water, as if she couldn't see him.

Feeling his eyes gradually withdraw from her body, Meng Yanran slowly said, "I don't like it anymore."

In exchange for a room of silence.

After a long time, he put down the perfume bottle and left quietly without even closing the door.

Yan Jingheng just left lightly, leaving her here alone.

Meng Yanran silently stuffed his used bath towel into the washing machine full of dirty clothes. The washing machine started slowly, as if it was overwhelmed.

It's an old appliance and it's time to replace it.

The bathroom is also cleaned, but she has to finish washing her own clothes first.

The house was quiet, and there was no breath of life.

He didn't have an explanation for his late return last night.

Meng Yanran knew that he never lied to herself, so he chose not to say anything.

Meng Yanran was familiar with the smell of perfume on the dirty clothes, but it wasn't hers.

Because she hasn't worn perfume at all during this time.

She has never liked to wear perfume, but the first luxury item Yan Jingheng gave her was an expensive perfume.

But now he brought back the same smell from outside. Thinking of this, Meng Yanran felt her stomach churning, she turned around and hugged the toilet to vomit.

She spit out tears and came out, as if a place in her heart collapsed, she thought that Yan Jingheng was different from others, the two of them have been fighting together for six years, when did they become like this?

Meng Yanran knew who that woman was.

As the wife of Yan's CEO, Meng Yanran has only been to Yan's company once, and today is the second time.

Holding the cold iron thermos, Meng Yanran entered the elevator. She knew that Yan Jingheng was in the office on the top floor.

If her suspicions are confirmed, what should their marriage be like...

She should be reluctant, after all, it has been six years, and she always persuaded herself to forgive him and accommodate him.

Because Meng Yanran really, really loves Yan Jingheng.

"Ding!", the elevator door opened, finally pulling the dazed Meng Yanran back to reality.

She was wondering if she should give a proper reason to explain her arrival later.

It's ridiculous, Meng Yanran shook her head mockingly.

Sitting in the office is her man, her husband, and she needs to find a reason to come to see him?
She shook her head and tried to calm herself down, her clenched hands were covered with sweat.

Arriving at the door of Yan Jingheng's office, Meng Yanran hesitated to knock on the door again.

Maybe it's because I think too much, maybe those rumors are groundless, maybe he really has a reason for his repeated hesitation...

"Brother Heng really knows how to joke." A silver-like laughter came from the woman inside.

Meng Yanran felt a chill in her heart.

Before she knocked on the door, the door opened by itself. Her younger sister, Meng Yanmu, was standing at the door of the office with a smile on her face.

Meng Yanmu had obviously dressed up, and today she looked brighter and more attractive than usual.

Meng Yanran panicked all of a sudden, she hurriedly put her hands behind her back, and hid the lunch box behind her back.

Meng Yanmu looked her up and down, and smiled proudly, "Sister Yanran is here?"

"It's nothing, I... I just passed by and wanted to take a look..."

Meng Yanran lowered her eyes, trying to escape from the scene.

She was inexplicably guilty, and she just wanted to escape because she wanted results. She didn't want Yan Jingheng to see herself.

"Yan Ran?" Yan Jingheng came out from inside.

The two stood side by side, and now they looked like a redundant outsider.

How ridiculous, my own husband actually asked her what she was doing here.

The expression on Meng Yanran's face was extremely embarrassing, she looked around anxiously, not knowing how to answer.

The company employees coming and going looked sideways, their eyes full of curiosity and gossip.

Meng Yanran experienced the feeling of being watched by others, she brought the lunch box in front of her.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't tell you in advance, I just came here today after making my specialty lotus root ribs soup."

Meng Yanran didn't look into Yan Jingheng's eyes when she said this.

She felt that she was really cowardly. It was the other party who did the wrong thing, but she was afraid that the other party would find out that she had noticed it, as if she was the one who made the mistake.

Yan Jingheng stepped forward to approach her, and the man smelled of familiar perfume.

He took the insulation box, "Thank you."

That smell made Meng Yanran feel nauseous, she took a few steps back, and blurted out the words hidden in her heart: "What's your relationship?"
Yan Jingheng's hand on the lunch box frowned and said, "Yan Ran, what are you talking about?"

Meng Yanmu, who was on the side, hurried forward and interposed between the two, but she pulled Yan Jingheng away first, "Sister, what do you mean?"

Yan Jingheng was annoyed and spoke a little aggressively: "Meng Yanran, are you suspicious of me? What's wrong with you recently, why are you suspicious?"

Yan Jingheng wanted to reach out to pull Meng Yanran, but she avoided it again.

Meng Yanmu also just grabbed his hand and pretended to persuade him, saying, "Sister Yanran, brother-in-law is busy with company affairs these days, and he doesn't touch the ground, how could you hurt him so much?" .”

"Sister Yanran, don't rely on your brother-in-law's favor to be so ignorant."

Meng Yanran sneered, ignorant?
She ignored Meng Yanmu's words, and still asked Yan Jingheng the same sentence:

"You guys, what's the relationship?"

Yan Jingheng became more and more impatient, "Don't make trouble here, you have to go home and make trouble!"

Meng Yanran felt her nose sore and her tear glands swelled. She was about to cry, "I'm powerless to make trouble? Yan Jingheng, did I make trouble for no reason? You..."

"I'm very tired, Yanran, you go home first, okay?"

There were more and more people around, Yan Jingheng interrupted her casually, not paying attention to his wife's words at all.

Meng Yanran's eyes still dropped, she tried her best to put on a smile to cover up the embarrassment at the moment, "Okay... I'll go home."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the person who frequently enters and exits our president's office every day is not the rightful owner. Now it seems that the rightful owner has torn the door open."

At this moment, people passing by all consciously walked around, Yan Jingheng was upset, looking at the crying wife in front of him only made it more annoying.

Suddenly, Meng Yanmu fell straight into his arms as if her center of gravity was unstable.

Yan Jingheng hugged her gentlemanly before letting go of her until she stood firm.

A smug smile flashed in Meng Yanmu's eyes

This scene hurt her deeply, and Meng Yanran left Yan's in a panic.

The pain in my heart is still vivid in my mind when I recall it after how many 360 and five days have passed.

The scene changed, and she came to the window of her and Yan Jingheng's wedding room again.

She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror combing her hair while Yan Jingheng was getting dressed.

Yan Jingheng said: "Who do you think chose those gifts for you? It's Mu Mu. She is afraid that you will be bored at home alone..."

Meng Yanran put down the comb with a snap, she rushed over to collect all the things Yan Jingheng sent, and threw them all downstairs.

Yan Jingheng was stunned for a while, then he was furious: "Meng Yanran, are you crazy? You're not finished yet!"

He is at the peak of his career, and he is already too busy every day.

In the past few days, his wife, who has always been well-behaved and virtuous, challenged his patience time and time again, and touched his backstab time and time again.

The door was heavily locked, and after a long time, the empty villa gradually calmed down.

Meng Yanran wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, went downstairs to look for them silently, and put them away one by one.

That was the first crack in their relationship.

It ended with her compromise, as usual.

Meng Yanran suddenly sat up from the bed in shock, unexpectedly... dreamed of Yan Jingheng again.

The sheets where she had slept on were sweaty, and Meng Yanran got out of bed in her pajamas.

She opened the curtains, and it was already daylight.

Meng Yanran leaned against the window sill, her thoughts skipping from one point to another.

When they were in love in college, they ate a bowl of noodles together, and walked through every corner of the campus holding hands together. He patiently waited for her to put on beautiful makeup in front of the female dormitory door. After graduation, the two were full of enthusiasm when they talked about marriage... …

The little notes they wrote between them, the childish little promises, the wishes they made together...

They went from university to society, and to the palace of marriage, and the two held hands tightly.

Meng Yanran sighed, maybe she did have regrets in her heart.

After all, they used to be so happy, everyone was optimistic about this perfect marriage, everyone thought they would go far, far, far, even Meng Yanran thought so innocently.