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

Charles has real estate in many places, but he is still used to staying in his own hotel wherever he goes.The secretary brought Song Yuye to the room. The man stood in front of the window. He was used to standing at the highest place overlooking
"Charles." Song Yuye called out shyly.

The man turned around and walked to a desk to sit down, as gentle, steady and elegant as ever.Song Yuye took the initiative to come to him, and he knew the purpose well

"Sit." The man said lightly.

She nodded, bit her lip, and obediently sat down on the chair opposite him.

"Miss Song has something to do with me?" It's a businessman's usual style to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand.

"I want to ask you to do me a favor." Her voice was so small that only she could hear it.Not long ago, she told the other party that she already had a boyfriend, and then came to beg him again in a blink of an eye.

"Who will listen?" The man poured two glasses of red wine and handed her one.

She took it but didn't drink it, she held it tightly in her hand, the goblet was almost broken by the middle, and said anxiously: "I want to ask you to invest in Zheng's Real Estate."

"What? That little boyfriend of yours can't hold on any longer and wants his own woman to show up?" The man sat down on the sofa and took a sip of red wine and asked playfully.

"No, no, I came here by myself, he doesn't know." She tried her best to explain, worrying that he would not inject capital considering her relationship with Zheng Yanlang.

"Why should I help the Zheng family? I can definitely buy the Zheng family when the Zheng family can't survive." He is a businessman, so he naturally wants to maximize his profits.

"Mr. Charles, I know you are a businessman. I beg you to help Mrs. Zheng get through this difficulty. If you want, I can do anything." At this moment, she was humbled to the extreme, and her poor self-esteem had long since disappeared.

She knew that this time was different from the past, and Charles could make a decision. She had been driven into a corner, and there was nothing she could do.She knew she might be overestimating her own worth, and to Charles, she was just a speck of dust so small that it took a microscope to see her.But since he agreed to see him, it means there is still a chance.She is taking a gamble.

The man sat there without looking at her, just observing from the corner of his eye.

"Can Charles? Please." She put down her glass, slowly got up, and knelt down beside him.

The man stretched out his hand and gently pinched her chin. She put on delicate makeup, her beautiful crescent eyebrows were faintly frowned, and a slight worry appeared on her delicate face, which made her original surprisingly beautiful appearance even more beautiful. I feel sorry for my heart.

"Really everything is fine?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes." Bei Zi bit her lip, and she made up her mind.

The man smiled and stroked her hair lightly, like a pet.The secretary knocked on the door, and the man called "Come in".The secretary came in with an antique box.The man waved her out.

"Put it on." The man hooked his lips and said lightly.

Inside the box was a water-green cheongsam, which was of excellent workmanship, with light patterns embroidered on it, and exquisite white borders on the neckline, cuffs and skirt.Song Yuye's hometown is in the Jiangnan area, and he has seen many cheongsams. The texture should be Suzhou embroidery.

Song Yuye hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, turned his back, took off the clothes on his body, and changed into a cheongsam.This cheongsam seems to be tailor-made for her, and the size is just right.

"Okay." After fastening the last button, she turned around.

A gleam of light flashed in the man's eyes inadvertently, like, really like, he seemed to see a woman with a bumpy figure, fair skin and delicate skin wearing a cheongsam, walking leisurely under the plane tree with a light-colored paper umbrella.There is a faint smile on the white face, and the elegant small steps give people a warm and beautiful feeling...

"Mr. Charles, Mr. Charles..." Song Yuye waved his hand.

The man came back to his senses, he lost his composure just now.

There was a dinner in the evening, and Charles took her to attend. Song Yuye was wearing a cheongsam, which felt weird, and always felt that this was not her real self.

The dinner was held in a private club, with more than a dozen business leaders who often appeared on TV financial channels, Song Yuye glanced at it casually, and his eyes were intertwined with those of another person.There was a "thump" in her heart, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, why is Zheng Yanlang here?
"Charles, is this the little beauty you've been talking about?" A man among the guests joked.

Charles didn't say much, nodded and smiled and raised the cup in his hand to the man who was speaking, and put one arm casually on the back of the chair behind Song Yuye.

Zheng Zetian glanced at Zheng Yanlang beside him, as if to say, see, this woman is just out for your money, and when she sees that the Zheng family is failing, she immediately turns her head and climbs another branch.

"Come on, beauty, have a drink." The man among the guests lowered his cup and toasted Song Yuye.

The other party's posture is so low, it is nothing more than to give Charles face, Song Yuye knows it well.

Sniffing the red liquid in the goblet, she felt particularly nauseating and pungent, and her stomach was overwhelmed. She glanced at Charles cautiously.

Charles sat there without moving, tapping his fingertips on the table.

Song Yuye was ruthless, and raised his cup, before he could enter, he was stopped halfway.

"What kind of wine does the little girl drink, I will replace it." Charles raised his lips slightly, took the glass and drank it down.

"That's it!" Someone at the table teased.

Song Yuye laughed along and whispered something in Charles' ear.The man nodded, and she ran out with her bag.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yanlang found a reason to leave the table and followed.

She vomited profusely in the bathroom, as if her gastric juice was about to be spit out.The waiter came several times to ask if he could help but was refused.After vomiting, I felt a lot better, rinsed my mouth indiscriminately, and put on my makeup.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she saw Zheng Yanlang standing in front of her, with a burning eye between his slender fingers.He exhaled a puff of smoke, and the rising smoke curled around his face, making it hazy and impossible to see.

Song Yuye really did not expect to meet him here today, she lowered her eyes slightly, lowered her head, and planned to pass by him.

The wrist was grabbed by him suddenly.She struggled to get rid of his hand, but his strength increased a bit, and he snuffed it out.

"Zheng Yanlang, what are you doing?" She lowered her voice and called out.

Zheng Yanlang dragged her and opened the doors of each bathroom to make sure that no one would let her go.

"Why are you with Charles?" He propped up the wall with one hand, forcing her to nowhere to retreat, her throat was astringent.

She saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, his beard was shaved, but his chin was blue, and he was a bit downcast, without any vigor.Such Zheng Yanlang made Song Yuye feel distressed.

"He's interested in me, so just play with him." She deliberately used a relaxed tone.

Zheng Yanlang looked at her in disbelief, with a sullen expression and sharp eyes, she was playing with other men casually, what did she think he was?
"Do you know Charles? Do you know what kind of man he is?" He tried to suppress his anger.

"Haha." She laughed out loud, with a sloppy face, "So what? He's rich."

"Is it true that anyone with money can fuck you?" He didn't want to use such vulgar words, he was really annoyed by her, but after a night, she ran into someone else's arms.

"Yes, if Zhao Shimin has money, I will sleep with him. If you have money, I will sleep with you. If Charles has money, I will sleep with him. Now that your Zheng family is in danger, Mr. Zheng still has the mood to meddle in other people's business? I heard that you are about to go to jail, if I don't get out early, will I still have to guard my body like a jade for you?" She said how unbearable she was, and her heart hurt so much.

The expression on Zheng Yanlang's face was obviously dull, his eyes were flushed, and he looked at her quietly, as if he didn't know her.

She put her hands on his neck and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, come to me when you have money."

"Bitch, Song Yuye, you're a fucking bitch." He blurted out, pushing her away in disgust.

She laughed, the laughter was creepy, he finally said this sentence, "Then please Mr. Zheng stay away from me, this bitch."

The moment she turned around, the smile on her face froze, the corners of her eyes were moist, and she shed a tear of humiliation.Sure enough, he still cared in his bones.

The greatest sorrow of a woman is to break her own principles and bottom line to love a man, abandon herself without reservation, and get bruised all over her body as a result.

"What's wrong?" Charles noticed that her face was not very good after she went out.

"I'm not feeling well," she whispered.

"Then let's go back early." Charles said softly, extremely gentle.

"Old Li, are you a new little beauty and can't wait?" A man in the party joked.

"Charles, take it easy at night, don't break the girl's waist!" Another man also joked.

Song Yuye glanced at Zheng Yanlang who was drinking in the corner from the corner of his eye. He didn't seem to have heard what other people said, and his expression was blank, maybe his own words really hurt him.If he knew the truth, he would never allow himself to do this.

Charles greeted everyone with a smile, and left with his arm around Song Yuye's slender waist.Everyone felt bored, and it didn't take long for them to leave.

The rising mist in the bathroom made her chest tight and nauseous, and she stayed in it for a long time.The man sitting on the sofa outside the bathroom was not in a hurry. There was a glass of red wine on the tea table in front of him. The man didn't drink, and silently lit a cigar.

Song Yuye took a bathrobe from the cabinet and put it on.Her footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand jins, and when the door opened, what awaited her would be doomed.She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, with her hair loose and downcast, like a ghost.She deliberately delays time and blows her hair slowly.

The man outside seemed to be waiting anxiously, and the bathroom door was knocked lightly a few times.She opened the door numbly, and Charles looked at her and asked her why it took so long.She lied that her hair was long and not easy to dry.

The man didn't speak, and took off his clothes to reveal his strong back. She closed the door for him, lay down on the big bed, turned off the light and wrapped herself tightly with a quilt.

When the man went out after taking a shower, Song Yuye was almost asleep on the bed.There was no light in the room, and through the bright moonlight outside the window, he saw the butterfly bone exposed outside the quilt, which was as smooth as jade.The man's Adam's apple rolled, lifted a corner of the quilt, and climbed up.

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