Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

France, Provence, in a certain villa.

In a blink of an eye, Xia Lan has lived here for more than twenty days. To be precise, she and Qiao Zimo have been married for almost a month.

In the past month, she has been like a walking dead animal, eating and sleeping every day, but even so, she didn't gain weight, but lost a lot of weight.

Could it be Qiao Zimo's never-before-seen good temper, no matter what she did, he never got angry, no matter what she did, he never accused her, on the contrary, he tolerated her too much.

In mid-March, the weather was rare, and what was even more rare was that Qiao Zimo didn't cook dinner, but said that he would take her out for dinner.

"I eat at home every day. I guess you are tired of my cooking. Today I will take you out for a meal of French and western food."

"..." Xia Lanmo chose to ignore his words.

He asked her to go out, so she would go out with him. Of course, this is a rare opportunity. She hoped that tonight she would have the opportunity to let her leave him for a while, even for a few minutes.

Of course, it was basically impossible to escape from him, because Qiao Zimo would definitely not give her such a chance.

Her only hope is to use an excuse to go to the bathroom. Of course, Qiao Zimo will follow her to the bathroom door, but it doesn't matter, she can find someone to call in the women's bathroom.

All the way, Xia Lan was thinking about borrowing a phone when she went to the restroom at the restaurant, and she kept thinking about the possibility of this one, because she was going to make an international call after all, and not everyone's cell phone could do it. Make international calls.

At that time, she will have to find a foreigner. It is best to meet a Chinese or an Asian, and she will still come here for tourism. In this case, it will be much easier for her to make long-distance domestic calls.

However, when she followed Qiao Zimo into the private room of the restaurant, she realized that all her plans along the way were in vain, because Qiao Zimo would never give her a chance to go to the bathroom.

Qiao Zimo's private room is a high-end private room with a toilet. If she wants the toilet, it can be directly in the private room, and there is no need to go to the public toilet outside.

Authentic French dinner, and it was a candlelight dinner. Exquisite dishes were served one after another, with beautiful colors, exquisite shapes and tangy aromas.

"Come, try your favorite French meal." Qiao Zimo picked up a French meal and put it on the plate in front of him: "Try it."

Xia Lan mechanically picked up the fork, forked a piece into her mouth, and chewed it lightly. It was indeed made by a five-star chef, and it tasted very delicious.

"Eat more if you like it." Qiao Zimo put another bowl of soup in front of her: "And your favorite borscht."

Xia Lan nodded. Since there was no hope of escaping or calling, she had no choice but to face the reality.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't eaten Western food for a long time, she was a little raw with the fork, and when she couldn't cut the steak with a few strokes, she pushed the steak in front of her to the side in agitation.

"Here, you use this,"

Qiao Zimo suddenly took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to her as if by magic, then brought the steak she just had, picked up the knife and fork and cut it patiently, and put it in front of her.

"In this way, you can pick it up with chopsticks and eat it." He looked at her with a smile.

Xia Lan lowered her head and did not look at his smiling face. When Qiao Zimo was smiling, countless women could fall in love with him.

Because Xia Lan basically didn't speak, the two of them couldn't communicate, so the whole dinner was also held in silence, and their dinner was over when the candles were only half burned.

On the way back, there was a rare moon. Qiao Zimo drove very slowly, and opened the hood of the sports car so that she could see the moon when she looked up.

The moon is very round, and the white moonlight shines down like water. There are very few vehicles on the road, and the view is very wide. There are also very few houses on both sides of the road. The entire uphill road is a large green scenic spot.

The moon is so round and the scenery is so beautiful, but what Xia Lan felt was an ominous premonition. She always felt that something might happen tonight, and she couldn't escape.

Qiao Zimo's car finally drove back to the villa. As soon as the car stopped, Xia Lan couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car, and then quickly ran into the hall.

The hall was not lit, and it was pitch black. She pressed the light nervously, and then quickly ran towards the second floor, because their bedroom was on the second floor.

Although she and Qiao Zimo have been married for a month, they have always lived separately. There are two rooms upstairs, Qiao Zimo lives in one and she lives in the other.

After going upstairs, she took out the key to open the door of her room, but she didn't know if she was flustered, but she couldn't open it anyway. She was sweating from anxiety when footsteps sounded behind her.

Qiao Zimo came up and walked straight towards her. She became more and more nervous, and the hands holding the key were covered with sweat. He stood behind her, stretched out his big hand, wrapped her little hand directly, and then squeezed , the door clicked open.

She quickly entered the door, but she didn't have the chance to close the door with her backhand. He had already followed in and pushed towards her step by step.

She retreated nervously, but the room was so big, she had no way to retreat, and in the end her back was pressed against the wall, and he had already come to the front, and her head was lowered...

"Qiaozi..." Before he could say his name, his thin lips had already blocked her pink lips, giving her no chance to resist.

She and Qiao Zimo have been in love for ten years. He kissed her when she was 14 years old, and when they were teenagers, they couldn't help but kiss each other every time they met.

But now, she only feels panic and fear, and can't find any feeling at all. The only thought in her mind is to escape, to escape as soon as possible...

But how can he escape, he is like a mighty lion, and she is just a little white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, not to mention the power to fight back, she doesn't even have the power to parry.

How Qiao Zimo took off her clothes, how she took off her last fig leaf, and how she put her on the big bed covered with rose petals...

How this happened, Xia Lan has no memory at all, the only thing she knows is when Qiao Zimo covered her whole body, her resistance and struggle...

She tried her best to push back his entry with both hands, but where can she refuse?He kissed her lips, kissed her collarbone, and when he kissed her dizzy, he took advantage of her panic to sneak in...

He finally entered her body, and as a legal husband, she was full of shame and anger, and tears fell like broken beads...

And he kissed away the crystal clear teardrops on her cheeks one by one, comforting and caressing her carefully, until she was more emotionally stable before proceeding to the next step...