The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Wang Jie excitedly put away the tray and put it behind him.

Scratching his handsome hair, "You guys come here to drink too!"

An Yuhan smiled awkwardly, "Come and see, you work here."

"Yes, whatever you want to drink, I'll treat you." Wang Jie had just finished speaking when he heard someone calling him.

"No, no, no, go ahead and do your work! We'll be leaving soon." An Yuhan hurriedly declined. After all, Wang Jie's family conditions were not very good.

Looking at the two male models sitting next to her, Meng Zimo felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart, like a child who had done something wrong, and she felt very uneasy.

The male model kept pouring wine for them and tried to feed them from time to time, but they both refused.

It was already past eight in the evening, and three hours had passed since they entered the bar. Chen Yuye was still worried and asked Xu Zhi to call the bar manager. "Go check and see if the wife has left the bar?"

"Okay." Xu Zhike did not dare to neglect.

Chen Yuye started to feel uneasy the moment he saw Meng Zimo enter the bar, and he would always look at his phone from time to time during meetings.

Two minutes later, the bar owner called Xu Zhi back. Since it was a holiday, there were a lot of people there, and finding someone was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After hearing Xu Zhi's answer, Chen Yuye angrily called Meng Zimo, but the call was not answered.

Meng Zimo and the other person started drinking with the male model, and An Yuhan started playing dice with them.

"Drink, drink, drink." This time the male model lost again, so the two of them drank together. If An Yuhan lost, they would drink together.

Chen Yu woke up at night and wanted to smash his phone on the spot, "Take care of your sister. Tell me the news right now."

As soon as An Xijie heard that Chen Yuye was looking for a wife, he knew it must be related to her silly sister.

An Xijie broke out in a cold sweat, after all, Chen Yuye's anger just now was enough to swallow him.

He called An Yuhan three times but she didn't answer. "What is this damn girl doing? Is she trying to kill me?" He called the fourth time but she still didn't answer, so he simply checked the location.

"He actually went to the bar? No wonder that guy was so angry."

Chen Yuye on this side also briefly explained some things and left.

"I'll drive there now." An Xijie hung up the phone and drove towards the bar quickly.

Inside the bar, several men's eyes were fixed on this table, and they all watched with interest the two girls drinking and shouting.

"Drink up quickly, you can't afford to have fun, right?" An Yuhan shouted at one of the male models.

Although she has a loud voice, it can't cover the music.

"An Yuhan." An Xijie arrived at the bar first and shouted An Yuhan's name as soon as he entered the door. However, the place was so crowded that his voice was immediately replaced by singing.

He had no choice but to go in and search by himself.

"I really can't drink any more." Meng Zimo held An Yuhan's hand. She was almost drunk and was afraid she would vomit if she drank any more.

"Don't be afraid, I'll drink it, uh." An Yuhan was drunk with a burp.

The two male models were quite relaxed. "Ladies, I see you can't drink anymore. Why don't you take a break first?" These male models were quite nice.

They even knew to let them rest. Meng Zimo sighed, is the service in bars so humane now?

An Yuhan seemed to be on hormones, "When did we say we couldn't drink anymore? Don't underestimate us. No one is leaving today."

"An, Yu, Han." The sound, word by word, came intermittently into An Yuhan's ears.

An Xijie was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. How could he have imagined that his own sister would be even more powerful than he was back then.

With one foot on the table, she drunkenly looked at the male models and tried to knock them down.

Meng Zimo on the side leaned forward with a drunken smile on her lips, but her eyes were hazy.

"Brother, why are you here? Come on, come on, sit down and drink with me." Seeing An Xijie coming, An Yuhan was no longer panicked. He pointed to the seat next to him with a dignified manner, "If I don't beat them down today, I won't be named..."

"Drink your head, you always cause trouble for me and still talk big here." An Xijie gritted his teeth and yelled at An Yuhan. He walked up to her, snatched the wine glass from her hand, and held her up.

The manager behind him was smart enough to help the drunk Meng Zimo. Just as An Xijie was about to say, "Don't move, someone will help you," he saw a pair of big hands quickly pick up Meng Zimo from the sofa by the waist. When the manager saw who was coming, his hands froze in mid-air. Princess Chen Yuye picked up Meng Zimo and glanced at the two male models next to them with a bad eye, then looked at An Xijie, the two of them signaled with their eyes, and left together.

As soon as I left the noisy bar and walked out the door, I was enveloped by the quiet night, with only the sound of cars driving by.

Chen Yuye pressed his tongue against his cheek and glanced at the drunk woman in his arms with dissatisfaction.

Okay! Meng Zimo, you actually like this kind of man, right?

"Then I'll go back first." An Xijie, who was holding An Yuhan, said to Chen Yuye.

Chen Yuye nodded without saying anything. After leaving the bar, a chill swept through Meng Zimo's body. She leaned against Chen Yuye's warm chest again and again, and kept squirming in his arms.

Chen Yuye carefully put her in the passenger seat.

Although he felt reprimanded, he couldn't bear to bully her. He turned on the air conditioner in the car and covered her with a small blanket. "You just want to hang out. You're really restless."

While driving, Chen Yuye would glance at the little woman in the passenger seat from time to time. She was very drunk, and her long hair was scattered on her cheeks and shoulders.

After arriving home, Chen Yuye picked her up. Meng Zimo opened her bright eyes. Those beautiful eyes seemed hazy and vague because of drunkenness, like a bottomless pool of spring water that made people indulge, and Chen Yuye was no exception.

"Honey, is that you?" A blush appeared on her fair cheeks. This irresistible look made Chen Yuye want to get closer to her.

"Who else could it be if not me? The two ducks you ordered?" Chen Yuye put her on the sofa and went to the kitchen to prepare honey water.

"Honey, I met two very tall and muscular men today. They looked really strong and I really wanted to touch them." Meng Zimo said as her already blushing cheeks became even redder.

Chen Yuye, "..."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Chen Yuye squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

I'm really pissed off at her.

Chen Yuye could no longer bear it. Meng Zimo was still describing the two male models' outstanding figures, from the outside to the inside, from their hair to their skin color.

Chen Yuye felt very uncomfortable sitting next to her.

"Drink the water quickly, and don't think about those useless things. They are not yours no matter what, so just give up!"