CEO: My daughter-in-law said she wanted to protect me

Zheng Zetian, Shen Mingqing, and Zhao Shimin stood at the door, staring at the men and women at the dining table dumbfounded.

The atmosphere suddenly changed from the tropical style just now to the glacial world, the air seemed to be still, and the room was so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.

Zheng Yanlang was the first to react, and quickly wrapped Song Yuye with one side of his suit jacket.

Zheng Zetian and Shen Mingqing blushed and turned their backs.Zhao Shimin's face darkened, he hooked the corners of his lips, and turned his back.Mr. Zheng recited early in the morning that today was his grandson's birthday, and called his daughter-in-law and grandson to surprise Zheng Yanlang, and they went back to the old house together for a reunion dinner.

He never expected to be surprised, but not happy at all, and he didn't expect his grandson to be so early in the morning... This woman is a goblin.Zheng Zetian didn't blame his grandson for being intemperate, and blamed Song Yuye for all his faults. The clothes he was wearing were indecent and inappropriate. This woman is a vixen who sucks a man's blood.

"Grandpa, you didn't say hello in advance when you came?" Zheng Yanlang looked a little displeased, holding the trembling man in his arms.

Zheng Zetian cleared his throat, and scanned the room, "We'll wait for you downstairs, let's go back together." After saying that, he turned and left, then turned his head to look at Song Yuye, and said majestically, "Song Special Assistant, come here together."

Song Yuye was so embarrassed that he almost bit his tongue and killed himself on the spot. His pink cheeks were as red as a ripe tomato, but he couldn't blame anyone for letting him die.

"Hey, go change your clothes." Zheng Yanlang acted quite calmly, coaxing the woman in his arms in a low voice.

The woman had the heart to jump into the Yellow River, so she ran into the cloakroom and changed into a blue turtleneck and high-waisted wide-leg pants, wrapping herself tightly, even her neck was not exposed outside.After looking at the full-length mirror for a long time, he was still conservative, and then he followed Zheng Yanlang downstairs with confidence.

Feeling guilty, she lowered her head, like a wronged daughter-in-law.

Zheng Zetian glanced at the two of them indifferently in the car, to be precise, he should have glanced at Song Yuye indifferently.

Calm down, pretend nothing happened, as long as you are not embarrassed, it is someone else.Song Yuye tried hard to convince herself and brainwash herself.He tried his best to adjust his emotions, and finally returned to calmness when he arrived at the Zheng family mansion.

The Zheng family deservedly started out as a real estate business. The entire house occupies an area of ​​over a thousand acres. The grand gate is slowly opened, and the road leading to the villa is lined with trees, as if entering a deep mountain forest.The villa is an imitation of European-style architecture. When you enter, you will find an extremely luxurious hall. The retro and prosperous chandeliers emit a cold light, and the high walls on all sides cast dark shadows on the soft carpet.

Assassin Song Yuye really felt the gap between him and Zheng Yanlang, not only in age and past, but more importantly in family background, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.Every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree in the villa reminded her that she was unworthy.

"Take you to my room." Zheng Yanlang kept holding her hand.

Like an ignorant child, she followed behind him cautiously.The villa has seven floors in total, and Zheng Yanlang's territory is above the sixth floor. The roof on the top floor can accommodate dozens of helicopters at the same time.

The gray L-shaped fabric sofa close to the floor looks soft, comfortable and high-end, and the round and bulky coffee table has a touch of cuteness.A rectangular gray rug adds class to the living room.

The black walnut wall panel and the marble TV background wall have a unique visual effect.Large floor-to-ceiling windows, lightly white gauze curtains.Simple but very high-end, not the kind of magnificent publicity, but the kind of mature restraint.

"This photo?" A photo of a young girl hanging in the bedroom caught Song Yuye's attention.

The girl in the photo is wearing simple jeans, a white T-shirt, and her hair is casually tied in a loose ponytail. She is elegant, elegant, and full of youth.

She showed a look of surprise, "This is me?" As a 19-year-old self, she has almost forgotten what she looked like back then.

"Yeah? Nineteen-year-old Rachel." He murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"How did you get this photo?" She was curious. At the age of 19, Zheng Yanlang was probably still a 15-year-old junior high school student.

He smiled without saying a word, and was pestered by her for questioning, and said mysteriously, "This is a secret." It was hard to tell her, and he told her that he had liked her when he was 15 years old when he was young and ignorant.

The door of the bedroom was knocked open, and a servant in her thirties dressed as a woman walked in and said respectfully, there are guests at home, and the master asked the young master to go down to receive him.

The guest Song Yuye also knew, Xiao Yining's family, the little girl Song Yuye met in the United States a year ago, returned to China to visit relatives during the holiday.As soon as he saw Zheng Yanlang, Xiao Yining's petite body clung to him, and the two adults did not stop him, and watched happily.

Song Yuye knew what this girl was thinking. Although the girl's family background was not as good as that of Zheng's family, it was still well-connected. The girl's mother and Zheng Yanlang's mother were still close friends.

"Brother Yan Lang, let me prepare a birthday present for you." Xiao Yining took out a wooden box and opened it to find a Patek Philippe diamond men's watch.That watch is a couple's watch, and it is a pair with the one on Xiao Yining's wrist.

Song Yuye's eyes dimmed, everyone was surrounding Xiao Yining, she looked out of place, like an outsider.

Zheng Yanlang smiled politely, and his subordinate gift said "thank you".Passed it to the servant behind him, and led Song Yuye, who was stunned to the side, to introduce domineeringly, "Song Yuye, my girlfriend."

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds, the Xiao family couple smiled shyly, and Xiao Yining's pink face turned completely pale.After so long, brother Yan Lang still hasn't broken up with this old woman.Tears of grievance swirl in the eye sockets and will fall at any time.

"My Ningning is wronged. Brother Yanlang is not good. Auntie gave you a small gift." Shen Mingqing smiled and hugged Xiao Yining in his arms, took off the necklace around his neck and put it on her snow-white neck.

Shen Mingqing used to think that her son would like a quiet and lovely girl like Xiao Yining, and she had always regarded Xiao Yining as her daughter-in-law candidate, but she had no choice but to give up if her son didn't like her. She would never marry her son Intervene more, as long as the son likes it and is a girl from an innocent family.

Getting a gift is equivalent to getting the affirmation of his future mother-in-law. Xiao Yining laughed through tears and glanced at Song Yuye proudly.

Song Yuye smiled indifferently, not reaching his eyes.

Sensing her unhappiness, Zheng Yanlang gently embraced her slender waist, and whispered beside her earlobe: "My mother has a big dowry box, and it will be yours from now on."

She gave him a blank look, pretending to be disappointed and said: "Well, I thought you were going to give me a jewelry box!"

"If you want it, it's not impossible." Zheng Yanlang raised his eyebrows. A man earns money for a woman to spend. He has always adhered to this truth. If a man can't even satisfy what his woman wants, what kind of man is he.

"Okay, go back tonight and hand in your salary card." Let him groan, confiscate his salary card, give him 500 yuan pocket money a month, and let him cry and call him dad.

He even looked a little happy.What a masochist, Song Yuye thought to himself.

While talking, Zheng Yanlang and Zhao Shimin were called by Zheng Zetian to the study to discuss matters. The men talked about their careers, and the women talked about family affairs, fashion jewelry, beauty and fitness.

Song Yuye sat quietly and listened. It wasn't that she didn't understand, but she could see that these people didn't like her, maybe they looked down on her in their bones.

Zheng Ya has always been displeased with Song Yuye. This woman seemed to be with her son Zhao Shimin before, probably because her son fell out of favor and hooked up with her nephew.

"Miss Song, you don't have a boyfriend yet, why don't you introduce one?" Obviously Zheng Yanlang had already introduced it just now, but Zheng Yaquan pretended not to hear it. Anyway, the old man, Yan Lang and Shimin are not here at the moment, so no one can hold him back she.

Several human rights who were sitting together pretended not to hear this sentence, and sipped tea from their own cups neatly, but secretly looked at Song Yuye from the corner of the eye, not knowing how she would respond.

Song Yuye smiled faintly, and was just about to say, "Don't bother Miss Zheng." Zheng Ya said to herself, "Aunt Yang's son who helps out in our kitchen is nice. Although he just graduated from junior high school, he is not tall and has limited legs. But the young man is very nice, honest and stable, and will love others."

Shen Mingqing's face changed slightly, but she didn't speak. She seemed to agree to the behavior of her aunt. Aunt Yang's son is over 30 years old this year. Earn some money to support yourself outside.Such a man is like a cancer in society.

Song Yuye tried her best to maintain a good family education, and said with a faint smile: "Miss Zheng is bothering you."

Zheng Ya hit a soft nail and was about to say something...

"Mom, I can't find anything, go and help me find it." Zhao Shimin came out of the study first, and from this posture, he knew that Song Yuye had been squeezed out, and asked his mother to leave under the pretext.

The person Zheng Ya is most afraid of is not her own father, Zheng Zetian, but her son Zhao Shimin. Her husband divorced her more than ten years ago and ran away with Xiaosan. Her son is her reliance, and she always listens to him and obeys him.

"Sorry, excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom." She left with an excuse.

The few people who were having a good chat naturally ignored her. Instead, they chatted more comfortably when she left.

The house is very big, Song Yuye came here for the first time, no one would install signage in her home, and she didn't find the bathroom after looking around.

"Going to the bathroom?" Zhao Shimin suddenly appeared behind her, and he had been paying attention to her for a long time.

Song Yuye was startled, turned around and saw that it was Zhao Shimin, and nodded in relief.

"Come with me." Zhao Shimin glanced at her calmly, and walked to the elevator with ease.

She could only follow, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and the fifth floor was all Zhao Shimin's territory.

"Go in." Zhao Shimin pointed to a room.

She thanked her, went in and found Zhao Shimin's bedroom, wanted to leave, but fell into Zhao Shimin's arms.

"Let me go, let me go." She tried to struggle.

The man's panting became heavier, with jealousy, "Why didn't you wear that dress in front of me before?"

"What do you want? Let me go?" She regretted coming up with Zhao Shimin, she should have known what kind of person he was long ago.

"What do I want, don't you know? You can only be mine, what's the point of that little bastard Zheng Yanlang?" Something, even if it's borrowed, will feel like it's yours after a long time.