The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

The bracelet was brought to Chen Yuye. He took off the bracelet with his bony hands and lifted up Meng Zimo's slender jade fingers with his other hand.

"Honey, this looks so beautiful on your hand."

Meng Zimo blushed as she looked at the bracelet and shyly thanked Chen Yuye, "Thank you, husband."

"What are you thanking me for, idiot? If you like the moon in the sky, I will find a way to pick it down."

"Hateful." Meng Zimo punched Chen Yuye's chest with her little hand.

This made An Yuhan, who was standing by, extremely envious.

Ahn Hee-jae was still holding his phone and sending ambiguous messages as usual.

He had already eaten enough of the dog food next to him.

Chen Qinglin looked at the way his son doted on his wife and was happy for him from the bottom of his heart. He unconsciously tightened his grip on Chen's mother's hand again.

After the auction was over, everyone moved to the banquet hall and started eating, drinking, and chatting. There were even people dancing the waltz in the center of the exhibition hall.

As the music played, several couples were dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Chen's father and mother also walked into the dance floor arm in arm and joined them.

"Mo'er, let me see." An Yuhan arranged his own Buddha statue and hurriedly lifted Meng Zimo's hand to look at it carefully.

Meng Zimo's wrists are so small and her hands are so smooth that even as a girl she couldn't help but touch them a few more times.

"It's so silky." An Yuhan couldn't help but exclaim.

An Xijie looked at his sister's infatuated look, pursed his lips and shook his head, unable to understand what kind of messed up thoughts these girls were thinking about every day.

"I'm going to the toilet." An Yuhan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so he said something to Meng Zimo and hurried to the toilet.

After being informed by the waiter, she walked from the exhibition hall into a closed corridor, and the toilet was just to the left.

When An Yuhan came out to wash her hands, she met Yu Huanhuan who came to the bathroom.

Yu Huanhuan glanced at An Yuhan and felt very familiar, but An Yuhan is no longer the same as he was in college.

Now she has waist-length hair and has dyed it.

When she was in college, she had short hair, the kind that was cut straight, neat black hair. Her face was a little dark when she was in college. Because she followed her mother to various cosmetics stores in the past two years, her skin has become a lot whiter.

With makeup on her face, she looks even more delicate.

An Yuhan felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by her, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman before?"

"Oh, I wouldn't have remembered it if you hadn't said anything. Now I remember it." Yu Huanhuan folded her hands in front of her chest. Even though she was wearing high heels, she was still a head shorter than others.

He could only raise his head and look up at her. An Yuhan turned his eyes away with disdain, "Sure enough, you have been blind for a long time. Since you are blind, I won't bother with you." An Yuhan was about to walk past her and leave.

"Why are you so arrogant? She's just a wild girl that no one wants."

"Watch your mouth, who are you calling a wild girl?"

"I know you. You grew up in your grandmother's house. Wasn't that unpopular of you?" Yu Huanhuan said with glaring eyes and gritted teeth.

An Yuhan was so angry with her that she was about to have mastitis. She had never seen such a disgusting person who would say something to her wherever she went.

"What's wrong? Are you speechless? Tsk."

Seeing her about to leave, An Yu blurted out coldly, "Second-hand goods."

"What did you say?" When Yu Huanhuan heard this, she immediately got angry and walked over and grabbed An Yuhan's hair.

An Yuhan's face wrinkled in pain instantly, and for the first time, he had a premonition that he could not keep this hair.

An Yuhan was not to be outdone and pulled her dress with one hand and her hair with the other, "Get off me, bitch!" Yu Huanhuan shouted anxiously.

When the waiter heard the noise, the two men were already fighting with their hair all messed up and were still pulling each other tightly.

"Ah! Stop fighting." The waiter was dumbfounded when he saw it. Those who came here today were either rich or noble. These people were young ladies after all. If they got hurt here, they would be punished when they left.

Yu Huanhuan pulled An Yuhan's hair, but An Yuhan held her with both hands and couldn't move at all, "Let me go, An Yuhan, you bitch."

"If you curse me again, Yu Huanhuan, who are you calling a bitch? You're a second-hand commodity. Everything you like is something I don't want." An Yuhan yelled hysterically at Yu Huanhuan behind him.

Meng Zimo had only come to see why An Yuhan hadn't come back yet, and whether she was really feeling unwell. Unexpectedly, she saw the anxious waiter as soon as she walked into the corridor. She followed her line of sight and saw two people fighting each other, "Ah! Stop fighting."

How can these two look like rich ladies! Their hair is like a chicken coop. "Mo'er, come and help me beat her to death." An Yuhan wanted to kill her now.

After seeing that the person coming was from her side, An Yuhan became bolder.

Meng Zimo had never seen such a scene before. After all, the woman was the mayor's daughter. She never thought that these two people would fight each other.

Meng Zimo took out her phone and called Chen Yuye, "Hey! What's wrong, baby?"

"Come quickly, Xiaohan is fighting with the mayor's daughter."

"? I'll be right there."

After Chen Yuye was stunned for a second, he talked to An Xijie next to him and the two of them hurried towards the toilet.

Seeing Meng Zimo in the corridor, Chen Yuye stopped and hugged her, "Don't let me hurt you if you stand here."

An Xijie rushed over and pulled the two people apart with the waiters, "If you have the guts, go ahead!" Yu Huanhuan's mouth seemed to be blessed and kept provoking An Yuhan.

An Yuhan was just about to retort when An Xijie, who was supporting her, spoke up, "I didn't expect Miss Yu to be so stubborn! What did my sister do to irritate you, for you to grab her and pull her hair like that?" An Xijie looked Yu Huanhuan up and down. Although she looked good in the clothes she wore, she gave people a very bad feeling.

Yu Huanhuan's lips trembled, "Aren't you her accomplice? I have nothing to say to you."

"If you have nothing to say, just shut up. Don't tell my sister what to do, or you'll be in trouble." After saying that, An Xijie helped An Yuhan leave.

Chen Yuye and Meng Zimo followed behind.

"Miss, are you okay?" The waiters didn't dare to look at Yu Huanhuan. After all, they couldn't be remembered by these young ladies in this industry, otherwise they would lose their jobs.

Yu Huanhuan didn't even look at the waiter, but turned to look at herself in the mirror. She screamed "Ahhh!" in annoyance, scaring the waiter away.

"Are you okay?" An Xijie said as he walked away.

"It's okay, just take me back. I don't want anyone outside to see us." An Yuhan said quietly while hiding in his arms.

"Then let's go back first. Aye, I'll take Xiaohan back first, you guys continue." After An Xijie answered, An Yuhan looked up and gave instructions to Chen Yuye behind him.

"Is Xiaohan okay?" Meng Zimo looked at An Yuhan who was nestled in An Xijie's arms worriedly.

An Yuhan raised her head and said, "I'm fine, don't worry Mo'er." Her hair was just a little messy, and her clothes were a little torn because of the large amplitude of the movement just now.