The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

After listening to what Meng Zimo said, Chen Yuye was glad that he had always stayed by her side. "How could that be? I have always been by your side. Even if you wanted to leave me, I would not let you go."

He didn't want to let her go at any moment.

If he had met her earlier, Chen Yuye felt that he would still pursue her as always.

"Hubby, if it weren't for that night, we wouldn't have met."

That banquet was the first time they met, and they hadn't intended for him to be responsible, but who knew that they would end up together after all these twists and turns.

"Even if that night hadn't happened, we would still be together, right? Your two mothers secretly brought us together. Just tell me, are we a match made in heaven?"

Chen Yuye pursed his lips slightly, once the indifferent man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

Now that he had a beautiful woman in his arms, he stopped, put his arms around her slender waist, and couldn't help pinching the soft flesh on her waist. "Don't think about the past. I just want to make the most of the present with you. Every day is full. Honey, I love you."

Meng Zimo smiled and avoided his breath, and the two of them chased and played under the tree.

As soon as the two of them stepped through the door, Meng Zimo's phone rang. She picked up the call without thinking, looking at the incoming call ID. "Hello, Wenjuan."

"Okay, I'll change my clothes and come over."

As Meng Zimo walked into the room, Chen Yuye considerately helped her take off her down jacket.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zimo said to Chen Yuye, "I'm going to go out for a while, and I may not be back for lunch."

"What's going on? Is it at the studio?"

"Well, the price of the renovation equipment is said to be fluctuating. We had already negotiated it, but now there is no contract signed. It seems that the workers can't afford to pay and are clamoring to quit the job."

Chen Yuye frowned, "Why is the price suddenly fluctuating? Isn't the price of this kind of equipment fixed? Who can change it so much?"

"I don't know. Wenjuan couldn't control herself at the scene, so she called me."

Meng Zimo said this as she walked towards her room, took a shower and then changed her clothes.

She packed up casually and went out. Chen Yuye originally said he would take her home, but Meng Zimo refused and drove herself there.

Chen Yuye was not idle at home either, "Hey! Xiaojie, can you help me check...?"

Meng Zimo got off the car as soon as she arrived at her destination. The cold winter wind was blowing even harder in the square, blew violently.

As I came out of the elevator, I saw Fan Wenjuan's thin figure wandering in the corridor.

"Wenjuan." Meng Zimo called her softly.

Fan Wenjuan ran over anxiously and grabbed Meng Zimo, "Xiaomo, you're here. They were making a lot of noise." Fan Wenjuan didn't forget to look behind her, "Isn't your boyfriend here?"

Fan Wenjuan was also afraid that if she came alone, two girls would not be able to handle it.

"No, come on, don't be afraid, let's go and take a look." Meng Zimo took Fan Wenjuan's hand and walked towards the studio.

The shopping mall is newly developed and many shops have not been renovated yet. Some have already been renovated and those rented out have been decorated according to their own ideas.

The unrented spaces are renovated according to the drawings of the mall manager. Meng Zimo's studio is on the fifth floor of the mall, which is also the top floor. She has rented five storefronts, which is equivalent to more than half of the space. The fifth floor is usually her studio, and opposite is the cinema.

The two large sites were directly separated. Now the workers were making a fuss about the sudden price increase of steel bars and cement. They were originally responsible for the advance payment, but now the price has increased by more than 50 yuan. They cannot afford it, and they are afraid that Meng Zimo cannot pay the wages or the material costs.

That's why he decided to quit.

"You are the person in charge of this studio." Seeing Meng Zimo and the other person coming over, the workers sitting on the ground stood up at once, and the first one to speak was an uncle-like man.

He had a big belly and a round head, and looked very dark. He wore long waders and his pants were so tattered that they had been patched over and over again.

"It's me, why are you making a fuss?"

"Why else? Little girl, now that you're here, I'll tell you the truth! Do you think you have so much money at such a young age?" The man who spoke just now spoke again.

This time, the words resonated with the people behind him. They agreed one after another, "Yes! I have the ability to rent it. Are you sure you can afford the money?"

Meng Zimo raised her eyes and chuckled, "You either don't believe me or you don't believe this area.

I know you are worried, I can pay you in advance, but you don’t have to come to us every few days to do things. "

Meng Zimo spoke very calmly. Although her fair face was bare of makeup, she gave people a very refreshing and confident feeling.

Meng Zimogui had calculated that although this area was not a central area, it had many children and residents. Moreover, after counting the children here, she found that quite a few were sent to cram schools thousands of meters away for tutoring.

Now that Meng Zimo's studio is here, it must have received a great response, with hundreds of residential communities and buildings surrounding it.

"We are uneducated and won't argue too much with you girls. We can continue working, but you have to be responsible for preparing all the equipment for us." The big brother just now lit a cigarette and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Okay, do you have any questions now?" Meng Zimo glanced at them and said in a light tone.

"Just now you said that we can advance our wages. We don't want too much, so just give us half a month's pay first." One of the brothers said hesitantly.

Meng Zimo also understood and agreed without hesitation, so the next step was for them to line up to scan the code for Meng Zimo.

After calming the workers down, Meng Zimo and Fan Wenjuan left the mall.

Now it’s time for her to find the equipment company and find out what’s going on.

Chen Yuye's car stopped downstairs of a company, and Xing Menghuan was waiting for him at the door of Yien Company.

"Hi, President Chen, we meet again."

"I'm going to meet your boss?" He said as he was about to walk into the headquarters building of Ion Company.

Xing Menghuan smiled happily, "Our husband has gone abroad, and he just contacted me to pick you up."

Chen Yuye didn't even raise his eyelids, "Wang Xin went abroad?"

Wang Xin is a very good person. After selling his former Meng family company, he switched to the cement and steel bar industry and acquired many small stores. He has gathered strength in the past two years and now he is enjoying himself abroad.

He must be holding a grudge about Meng Ruyan's incident, otherwise he wouldn't have put pressure on her everywhere after knowing that the studio was opened in Meng Zimo's name.

Chen Yuye had guessed this a long time ago, which was why he called and asked to meet him in a nice tone.

He sent his own men to fend him off.

It's really good enough.

"Isn't it the same if we just chat? Yuye."

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Since he's not here, let's talk about it later." Chen Yuye turned around and was about to leave, but someone grabbed his hand.

Chen Yuye glared at the hand he was holding and said coldly, "Let go."