The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Meng Zimo didn't plan to get up to draw the curtains or turn on the lights, "Not yet."

The gentle voice is penetrating and has a hint of elegance, which makes one feel a little intoxicated when listening to it.

The man behind Meng Zimo moved all over her body, gently and without any ripples.

Fan Wenjuan asked again, "Look at these, Xiaomo, did you buy them?"

Meng Zimo looked at her phone and saw Fan Wenjuan taking pictures of the tables and chairs. "Yeah, I just happened to buy it when I was shopping yesterday." After answering, she thought of the person who passed the interview.

"Has the applicant arrived?" Meng Zimo was still concerned about that applicant.

After all, it was brought together by accident, so I'm still a little looking forward to it?

Meng Zimo slapped away the big hand that was doing whatever it wanted in her pajamas, signaling him not to act rashly again while still on video.

If this gets exposed, he won't be the only one to be embarrassed.

"He hasn't arrived yet. The appointment was at nine o'clock, but it's only a little past seven now. He won't be that early." Fan Wenjuan walked past the furniture and into the office.

The office looks better after being painted with latex paint. When you open the window, you can see the tall buildings. Directly opposite and above is Chen Yuye’s office.

Not to mention that from Chen Yuye's side, he can definitely see through this side at a glance.

"I've packed up and am ready to go. I'm looking forward to the arrangements for the first day." An Yuhan also quickly stood up, and several people hung up the video and got busy.

Fan Wenjuan opened the window, and the sunlight shone into the new office. The air was filled with the scent of hope. She first removed the smaller chairs and ornaments at the door.

There is a sense of excitement as if unpacking a package.

Chen Yuye saw Meng Zimo was about to go out again, so he hugged her and wouldn't let her get up.

He buried his head in her hair and sniffed the fragrance on her body and hair, "I have to get busy again."

"Well, so you." After saying that, Meng Zimo herself didn't think he was very self-conscious, and now it seems that he is still just as unconscious.

"No." Chen Yuye was like a mangy dog, holding her soft body and refusing to let go.

Meng Zimo turned around and lay face to face with him, and persuaded him kindly, "Okay, I have to go and get busy, you stay at home and be good, okay?"

"Come back soon." The magnetic voice sounded muffled and full of reluctance.

What can he do? His little woman has her own career and he can't keep her.

Hearing this, Meng Zimo's eyes lit up. She held his handsome face and smacked his lips twice. She loved his eloquence. He gave in right away.

When she arrived at the studio, Meng Zimo's face was full of smiles. An Yuhan saw that Meng Zimo's complexion was getting better and better, and it was rosy.

"You're smiling so happily! Did something good happen last night?" An Yuhan just said that casually. After all, Meng Zimo was standing there very quietly, but she had a plump figure and a beautiful face. There was nothing wrong with her.

Meng Zimo nodded, "I am very happy."

Fan Wenjuan wiped the table and said, "Mo'er, you look particularly rosy and beautiful recently."

After hearing what Fan Wenjuan said, Meng Zimo became even more shy, "Really?" She said this while touching her face.

"Chen Yuye serves you very well!" An Yuhan was busy wiping his glass mouth.

She feels very depressed if she doesn't talk for a whole day.

Meng Zimo put down her bag and said, "Yes, yes, you are right. Let's go! The three of us will move the big stuff in." Meng Zimo saw that there were still a few small sofas that had not been carried in, and she probably couldn't lift them both.

Those three people should be fine!

The three people stood at the door, and just as they were about to bend down to lift it, they saw a tall figure coming in, "Let me help!"

Before the three of them could see what he looked like, the man had already walked to the middle of Fan Wenjuan and An Yuhan.

Another figure directly replaced Meng Zimo's position and pulled her away.

Only then did Meng Zimo smell a familiar scent.

The smile on his face became happier.

The two men carried several sofas in with calm expressions.

Chen Yuye remembered the furniture he bought last night, and thought that a few girls would not be able to handle it, so he came in person.

Before entering the door, he saw a tall man coming in before him.

This made him feel uncomfortable. When did he have more male friends?

After the move, Fan Wenjuan brought water to the two of them. Since the water dispenser had not been delivered yet, they could only drink bottled water.

"Hello bosses, I'm here to apply for a job. I'm the one who was accepted online." The girls' hearts softened when they heard the clear and refreshing voice. He didn't look that old, and was probably about the same age as them at most.

With a slender face, slightly curly hair and two earrings hanging on his earlobes, he looks like someone who would do street dance.

"Well, do you have any opinions about the salaries?" Meng Zimo sat next to Chen Yuye, who looked straight at the man opposite with his cold eyes.

The threat of a man.

However, the boy was not afraid of him at all.

This really made him feel a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing. I like hip-hop dance. My home is right here. It's very close and I'm very satisfied."

"Did you just graduate?" An Yuhan looked at his delicate appearance and could tell that he was younger than them.

"It's been several years since I graduated. I'm 29 now, but I'm still thin." After hearing what he said, Meng Zimo estimated that he was only a little shorter than Chen Yuye. Chen Yuye is 189 cm tall, and he looks at least 185 cm.

It's actually bigger than me, I can't tell.

"What's your name?" After listening for a long time, Fan Wenjuan was still a little confused and didn't know the name of this sunny boy in front of her.

"My name is Duan Shengpei, and I have been learning street dance since elementary school." Duan Shengpei is always confident in his field. His appearance also proves that Meng Zimo's studio is getting on the right track step by step.

"Come to work at 8:30 tomorrow morning!" Meng Zimo was very satisfied after seeing this. She was looking forward to Duan Shengpei and his future work performance.

"After I sent out the recruitment information some time ago, several parents have already added me." Fan Wenjuan was mainly responsible for communication. Meng Zimo gave her an extra mobile phone specifically for adding students' parents on WeChat. Her and An Yuhan's numbers were also written on the recruitment information.

"The students will register early tomorrow, and we need to greet them at the door."

An Yuhan looked at the student list. There were quite a lot of people.

Interest classes are indeed the first choice of parents, and Meng Zimo is busy now.

After passing the interview, Duan Shengpei left first, and Meng Zimo didn't want to keep him for lunch.

The fruits that Chen Yuye ordered arrived, as well as milk tea and fried chicken. He also thoughtfully ordered a steamed egg for Meng Zimo.

"Wow! Mo'er, your guy is so warm-hearted!" An Yuhan couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the large and small packages of takeout. She would definitely not starve to death following Chenyu's nightlife.

Meng Zimo smiled sweetly, "Yes? He is a cold-faced but warm-hearted man."

As soon as Meng Zimo finished speaking, she felt a familiar smell approaching from behind her. She was planning to get something to eat, but Chen Yuye reached out and picked up the bag of egg custard, then pulled Meng Zimo to sit down on the sofa.