The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Half an hour had passed since Meng Zimo went into the shower, and she only heard the sound of the hair dryer at the beginning.

Then it became quiet until it was silent.

Chen Yuye, lying on the bed, walked back and forth in the room no less than ten times, and finally couldn't help but knocked on the bathroom door.

Don't get too drunk, this isn't the first time.

"Mo'er, are you okay?"

"Mo'er."

Chen Yuye called out twice and was ready to rush in.

Meng Zimo's cold voice came from inside, "It will be ready soon, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you applying the facial mask?"

The mask on Meng Zimo’s face had not expired yet, so she took a bath for a while.

"Your skin will peel off if you soak like this." Chen Yuye frowned. They had been soaking for half an hour.

Even she doesn’t make wine the way she does.

"I'm not a snake, why should I shed my skin?"

Meng Zimo rolled her eyes. This stinky man only knew how to deceive girls all day long. Fortunately, she was not someone who could be easily fooled.

"Then I miss you, don't I? Then I'll wait a little longer."

Another half hour passed, "Baby, are you grinding on me?"

Chen Yuye was really getting anxious waiting.

The bathroom door was then opened, and as soon as it opened, it was filled with smoke. Meng Zimo standing there looked like a fairy who had descended to earth.

Her sparkling eyes under her two curved eyebrows glanced gently at the big man at the door, and her snow-white skin twisted as she walked towards Chen Yuye.

She has never gotten tired of them after being together for so long.

Especially when I see his hard chest muscles, I feel very safe lying on him.

Chen Yuye's burning gaze fell on Meng Zimo's bath towel. Meng Zimo was so lazy that she didn't even bother to wear pajamas.

It goes without saying that tonight will be a fierce battle, and she is ready.

When the woman walked in front of him, Chen Yuye's breathing slowed down. The girl's face was rosy, her hair was tied up to reveal her seductive neck, and the spring scenery under the bath towel was very imaginative.

What a beautiful picture of a girl coming out of the bath.

"Do you want me to die?" Chen Yuye swallowed and blurted out in a cowardly voice.

Meng Zimo sometimes felt that Chen Yuye had been assimilated by An Xijie.

"It's a shame. What? I don't want to." Meng Zimo stretched out her white arms and drew circles on his chest.

After hearing what she said, Chen Yuye put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her hard.

He had been staring at these moist lips since they opened their mouths. Meng Zimo was a little confused by her kiss. Chen Yuye pulled her body and removed the only thing that was wrapping her.

"Hiss, be gentle." Meng Zimo whimpered in pain and frowned at Chen Yuye, "I'm almost getting mastitis."

Meng Zimo finished speaking and Chen Yuye curled his lips and smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll be gentle, baby."

The room was filled with a light scent of bath water. His hands danced on her body like elves, and the movements were as gentle as morning dew rolling on flower petals.

Every little movement was full of temptation and sweetness. He bit her earlobe gently, and ripples appeared wherever his lips passed, like the morning sun shining on the lake, trembling slightly.

Two hours later, Chen Yuye carried the half-asleep Meng Zimo to the bathroom to wash.

In less than half an hour, the sound of water flooding could be heard in the bathroom, and the water overflowed from the bathtub.

The next day.

Meng Zimo opened her eyes tiredly. The alarm on her mobile phone rang. Even in her daze, she could still feel a foreign body on her chest.

Just as Meng Zimo was about to reach out for her cell phone, she was stopped by a strong force. The alarm on her cell phone also stopped, and a larger foreign object appeared instead.

The hot skin wanted to touch her, Meng Zimo was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, and she could even feel that she was lying naked at the moment.

The body on top of her was just like her, so she couldn't stop it.

Meng Zimo only felt that Chen Yuye was like a pig at this moment, and she was like a cabbage, being ruthlessly pushed by him.

I don’t know how long it took to destroy me.

Meng Zimo no longer had the heart to care about anything and just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.

Meng Zimo woke up in a daze in the afternoon. She reached out and took the mobile phone from the bedside table. There were more than a dozen missed calls.

"Why is there no sound?" Meng Zimo turned on the sound in confusion, and then a phone call came in.

She was so scared that she almost dropped her phone. She lay down and slid the answer button, "Hello!"

When the weak voice came out, Meng Zimo was stunned.

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent. Meng Zimo took the phone off the hook, looked at the notes, and then put it to her ear again, "Hello! Xiaohan?"

An Yuhan chuckled, "Mo'er, you're not going to be paralyzed in bed, are you? Hahaha." Hearing Meng Zimo's weak voice, An Yuhan was already very sure.

In addition, Meng Zimo didn't come to see her early today, which means she must have been tired last night.

Meng Zimo: “…”

Meng Zimo was speechless after hearing what she said. Although it was the truth, it just was unpleasant to hear.

Meng Zimo was ready to get up and change her clothes, but she couldn't get up with just one arm, and her legs were so tired that she didn't want to move.

"Hey, Mo'er, is your Chen Yuye so powerful? He has brought you down." An Yuhan was sitting in the studio with his legs crossed, while Fan Wenjuan was outside directing the decoration workers.

When Meng Zimo heard the word "lie", her face turned red in an instant, "How is the studio?" She didn't want to talk about these useless topics with An Yuhan.

She got straight to the point.

Who knew that An Yuhan was such a stubborn person, he would not give up until he got the truth, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, answer me first, are you in bed?"

Meng Zimo closed her beautiful eyes and calmed down, "Yeah."

An Yuhan was so excited when she heard her answer, "Chen Yuye is next to you?"

Meng Zimo: "Not here."

An Yuhan: "He's gone! He's irresponsible."

Meng Zimo said helplessly, "Please, sister, we are married and he has gone to work."

Meng Zimo sometimes doubted that An Yuhan was too stupid to find a boyfriend.

"I know, I'm just curious!" An Yuhan continued to ask while eating.

The call lasted for an hour. Meng Zimo felt that An Yuhan had worn her mind out, yet she was still asking about sex matters with great interest.

Meng Zimo felt that she was sick for chatting with her to this extent.

Meng Zimo really didn't want to answer, but then she heard An Yuhan suddenly ask her curiously, "Have you taken any safety measures?"

Meng Zimo rolled her eyes and remained silent.

"Tell me now, tell me now, I want to know."

"No." Meng Zimo replied impatiently.

Then I heard a voice on the other end of the phone, "Ahhh! Meng Zimo, you are incredible."

Meng Zimo was almost speechless, "Why are you so loud?"

An Yuhan immediately stopped talking, covered her mouth and asked quietly into the phone microphone, "So, do you think it's better to wear it or not?"

Meng Zimo: “…”

How do I start this?

"How about making it more comfortable?" An Yuhan tempted.

You know what, when she asked that, Meng Zimo actually remembered that Chen Yuye had taken precautions, but he didn't have time to wear them the next three or four times.

The feeling is indeed different, and close contact is indeed more exciting.

"Hurry up and tell me." An Yuhan urged.

"No." Meng Zimo blushed after saying this, "Okay, okay, I'm hanging up now."

I heard An Yuhan was still reluctant to hang up, but Meng Zimo had already hung up resolutely.