The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

When Meng Zimo heard her say that, she could think of that scene, but she didn't pay much attention to Chen Yuye during that time.

I just felt that the way he looked at her was different during that period of time. I thought so.

He was indeed ignored.

"The one in your family is so fierce, is his quality also bad?" An Yuhan asked relentlessly, leaning against the back of the sofa.

Meng Zimo smiled awkwardly and didn't pay much attention to what she said. She didn't think about it and asked, "What quality?" After asking, she felt something was wrong, but it was too late.

After all, An Yuhan is speaking very fast now.

"Liquid quality, aren't you planning to get pregnant? Have I delayed you?" An Yuhan blinked her big, clueless eyes and asked Meng Zimo with ill intention. After all, she had heard Meng Zimo say a long time ago that she was planning to get pregnant, but there had been no movement for such a long time.

Meng Zimo pretended to be calm as she looked at the computer screen. Her long chestnut curly hair, like seaweed, was casually draped over her shirt. She wore a white sweater underneath the brown shirt, showing off her snow-white skin to the fullest.

Meng Zimo turned her head and smiled at An Yuhan, "Why are you so bad? Xiaohan, you have changed." There was a breathtaking beauty between her brows and a subtle tenderness on her lips.

You can't tell if she's angry, but if you say she's not angry, it seems a bit awkward.

An Yuhan was amazed by her more than once or twice. During school, he would sometimes stare at her in a daze from time to time, wondering how she could be so beautiful, with a beauty that became more tender the more he looked at her.

The gorgeousness that makes people fall in love with her. Not only An Yuhan likes to look at beautiful women, even Fan Wenjuan next to her is staring at her. Meng Zimo makes them appreciate not only her appearance, but also her inner self and talent.

It's inexplicably easy to be with her.

“Mo’er, if I were a man, I would really pursue you for my whole life. Although I can’t compare to Chen Yuye, I really think you and Chen Yuye are a perfect match made in heaven. You are good-looking, talented, and rich.” An Yuhan held Meng Zimo’s hand holding the keyboard and said in an obsessed manner, “Even if you have Chen Yuye, I will still pursue you. I love your looks.” After she said this infatuatedly, Meng Zimo didn’t even have time to feel sick.

"Ah! Look at you, it's over." Meng Zimo looked at the four big words on the screen, she was speechless.

"What's wrong?" Fan Wenjuan and An Yuhan spoke almost at the same time. Fan Wenjuan walked over and looked at the screen with An Yuhan. There were four big words "Interview passed".

"What do you look like? How did you get through this?" An Yuhan was puzzled.

Meng Zimo didn't even turn her head, her eyes were already on An Yuhan, the corners of her plump lips trembled slightly, "How dare you ask me what your hands are doing?"

Fan Wenjuan and An Yuhan both looked down, only to see An Yuhan awkwardly retract his hand, "Ah! It's me! Haha, I'm so sorry."

"Forget it. The ability is there. I don't care how he looks. It's already like this anyway." Meng Zimo closed the computer and took a sip of coffee.

"Boss, where is the wall you are talking about?" Suddenly, the decorator knocked on the door and asked.

"I'll take you there." The wall left by Meng Zimo separates the calligraphy room, so the wall cannot be painted at the same time as the art room.

An Yuhan and Fan Wenjuan also stood up and followed.

The three of them stayed with the decorator until after four o'clock in the afternoon. "Let's go! Let's go eat something!" An Yuhan really couldn't bear the hunger anymore. He touched his empty stomach and felt sad for it for a second.

Meng Zimo looked up at Fan Wenjuan and then at An Yuhan who was complaining all day long.

"Sure! I'll just give some instructions and leave." Meng Zimo was very careful about her work. She and Fan Wenjuan told the masters that they could go back after they were done.

"let's go!"

After Meng Zimo and Fan Wenjuan finished their instructions, they came to the studio, packed up the things they brought, turned off the lights and left.

When they went downstairs, the sun was shining brightly. The spring sunshine was already a little warm. Meng Zimo put her hands up to cover her eyes. She was elegant and quiet, giving people the feeling of a lady from ancient times.

"What to eat?" Meng Zimo really didn't know what to eat, so she turned to ask An Yuhan and the others.

An Yuhan touched her stomach and looked into the distance, also lost in confusion. Fan Wenjuan looked around, "Do you want to eat something hot or something?"

"Let's go eat hotpot! We haven't eaten it for a long time." After hearing what Fan Wenjuan said, An Yuhan suddenly remembered the delicious hotpot.

Meng Zimo narrowed her eyes and raised the corner of her mouth in a self-deprecating arc, "The smell is quite strong." She looked down at the clothes she had just worn for a day.

An Yuhan squeezed her shoulders and said, "Oh! Don't worry about these little details, let's go! Let's go! Let's eat once! We haven't eaten for a long time."

"But I've only worn this dress for less than a day." Meng Zimo really felt sorry for this dress. She had to send it to the dry cleaners after just one day of wearing it.

"I'll pay, I'll pay, can you eat with me?" An Yuhan pinched her shoulders and pushed her towards the parking lot.

Fan Wenjuan followed closely, "I didn't expect our Xiaomo to be a mysophobe."

An Yuhan smiled gently and said, "Isn't it? We used to eat there often, and she didn't seem to care about anything. It's true that women are different after they have a husband. They care about these external things." After saying that, she shook her head with an expression of confusion.

Fan Wenjuan covered her mouth and laughed softly.

Meng Zimo smiled faintly in response.

It was five minutes later that the three of them arrived at the hot pot restaurant.

After asking An Yuhan to order the food, Meng Zimo sent a WeChat message to Chen Yuye, "When will you be back?"

"Baby, I miss you. When will you be back?"

……

Chen Yuye has sent her dozens of messages expressing his longing for her. Every sentence is about his thoughts for her.

When Meng Zimo saw this, the corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably and she even laughed out loud.

An Yuhan was looking at the menu when she heard Meng Zimo's bell-like laughter. She looked up and glared at her with dissatisfaction.

This look is no less than the déjà vu feeling one gets when a police officer looks at a criminal.

"What else do you want to order? Take a look." An Yuhan handed the menu to Fan Wenjuan. Fan Wenjuan looked at it for a while, and after thinking of the food she liked, she handed it to Meng Zimo who was looking at her phone and laughing.

"Xiaomo, take a look."

Meng Zimo pursed her lips and tried to control herself, "Have you all seen it?" She reached out to take it.

An Yuhan's sour voice came from the other side, "Tsk tsk tsk, you're not serious about being with us, you're still being annoying? What's wrong, are you afraid that we'll kidnap you?"

"It's so sour." Fan Wenjuan ate a piece of sour radish and just happened to reply to An Yuhan on behalf of Meng Zimo.

"Hey Yuhan, are you too lonely? Why are you always guessing about my feelings? Do you like me?" After ordering the dishes, Meng Zimo handed them to the waiter, raised her hands, raised her head, blinked her big watery eyes, and looked at An Yuhan with a smile.