The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

A month later.

"Xiao Juanjuan, can you take my place for a moment? Okay?" An inappropriate and cute voice came from the office.

There was also a male laugh.

Duan Shengpei has been working here for a month. The people who have received their salaries have become more motivated, and Duan Shengpei has become like sisters to them.

"Yuhan, you need to practice your ability to act like a spoiled child more." Duan Shengpei stopped laughing, crossed his hands and leaned back in his chair.

Seeing that An Yuhan and Fan Wenjuan had been talking for so long but failed to persuade Fan Wenjuan to switch shifts with her.

"This is not something that can be solved by just acting cute." Fan Wenjuan looked down at the course. Her art tutoring class was about to start teaching watercolor painting.

Now she still needs to order paint online.

But as soon as she arrived at the studio today, An Yuhan acted like a madman and said she wanted to take turns tutoring with her.

An Yuhan also knew that Fan Wenjuan had taught yoga before, and twisting and turning was not much different from dancing, so she came up with an idea.

"Then what do you need? Just tell me and I'll satisfy you." An Yuhan patted his chest and promised.

We must take down Fan Wenjuan.

As soon as Meng Zimo walked to the door, she heard An Yuhan's loud voice. Now her studio is not only open on Saturdays and Sundays, but has even changed to being open every day. There are also students coming to the cram school from Monday to Friday. Sometimes when Meng Zimo is not there, they take turns on duty.

From Monday to Friday, the courses for Saturday and Sunday should be arranged to ensure that students can fully engage in learning as soon as they arrive.

"What are you doing? Your dance studio equipment has just arrived. You can go and take a look with Sheng Pei." Meng Zimo put down her bag and sat at her desk.

"Oh! Wasn't I just joking with Xiao Juanjuan? I'll go check it out now."

An Yuhan is not afraid of anyone except Meng Zimo.

She herself couldn't figure out what was going on.

Duan Shengpei shook his head and smiled as he went out with An Yuhan, "Hey, Xiaomo, how many copies of this watercolor are needed?" Fan Wenjuan was in a dilemma.

All the items in the studio were purchased by Meng Zimo and Chen Yuye, from the inside to the outside.

Meng Zimo had no time to take care of these things now, so she asked them to place orders for whatever they needed, and then she would reimburse them after issuing the invoices.

"Order a hundred copies! Watercolors are consumables. If you don't buy enough for backup, it will be difficult to replenish them when they run out. If you buy, buy more at once."

"Okay." With Meng Zimo's words, Fan Wenjuan felt reassured and placed the order on the spot.

Meng Zimo was like a reassurance to them. During the period of work, whenever Fan Wenjuan felt confused and at a loss, Meng Zimo would always be the first to comfort her.

Entering society without the help of her family, Fan Wenjuan struggled on her own until she met Meng Zimo again.

She is no longer the eloquent Fan Wenjuan in college. The many difficulties she encountered when entering society have worn away her innocent and pure character, and what remains is only steadiness and caution.

Chen Yuye would drink coffee and stand in front of his large floor-to-ceiling window in his spare time, looking at Meng Zimo.

He was delighted to see his little woman busy fiddling with the computer.

"Mr. Chen, there is a meeting in the afternoon. What do you think?" Xu Zhi looked at Chen Yuye, who was holding a cup of coffee leisurely and smiling.

Ever since Meng Zimo Studio opened, Chen Yuye would look at it whenever he had some free time.

It's like a stone where a man is waiting for his wife.

"Well, I'll arrange it right away."

Finish it early and pick up my wife from get off work early.

Chen Yuye has been living in Chen's house for nearly a month, and it has been a long time since he has been able to spend time with Meng Zimo as he pleases.

Meng Zimo now goes out early and comes back late, because Chen's mother said last night that a party would be held for Chen Qinglin's birthday.

That’s why I let her get off work early today. Otherwise, she would get off work very late every time and she would be exhausted. The two of them wouldn’t even have time to make a baby.

Chen Yuye has been a vegetarian for more than a month.

Chen Qinglin held a small party for his birthday today.

A banquet was held to entertain local celebrities at Chen Qinglin's own land, which is a new indoor stadium he opened in the past two years.

"You guys should get off work early. I have something to do today so I have to leave first." Meng Zimo looked at her watch. It was given to her by Chen Yuye, who insisted that she wear it all the time.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Meng Zimo picked up her bag, turned off the computer, said something to An Yuhan, and left.

Fan Wenjuan and Duan Shengpei were teaching in their respective classrooms, and only An Yuhan was sitting with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds and watching TV.

"Okay, drive slowly on the road." After nodding in agreement, he said with concern.

Meng Zimo nodded and left.

After getting off the elevator, Chen Yuye was already standing in the wind waiting. From time to time, girls around him turned around to look at him and whispered.

"Who is this handsome guy waiting for?" Meng Zimo walked up and asked in a reserved manner.

Chen Yuye looked at Meng Zimo's mischievous face, then raised his head and looked around, pretending not to know her and said, "Wait my wife, this little sister would you mind adding WeChat?"

The night breeze blew against her face. Meng Zimo smiled and said, "You already have a wife, but you still added me on WeChat. What? You're playing both sides."

"I fell in love with the girl at first sight. What? Don't you give me a chance?" Chen Yuye curled the corners of his mouth.

Meng Zimo crossed her arms across her chest and said, "I don't date married men." Then she prepared to leave.

Chen Yuye reached out and held her back, "Don't go! Can you bear to leave me alone here?"

"If you have something to say, please talk nicely. It's not proper to touch me." As he said this, he was ready to knock off his dog's paw.

Chen Yuye pulled her into his arms with force.

"You like playing hard to get, don't you?" Chen Yuye brought his handsome face close to hers and lingered on her face.

Meng Zimo felt itchy from his tickling, "Okay, okay, I won't fight with you anymore."

"It's getting late, let's go!"

If the trouble continued, Meng Zimo was afraid that he would get too immersed in the play.

Many businessmen from the same circle came to Chen Qinglin's dinner party, some of whom even Chen Yuye had never seen before.

The main focus today was eating, drinking and having fun, and no work-related matters were mentioned on the spot.

When everyone met, they simply exchanged a few words of greeting and then had a drink. There were also many dignitaries who liked waltz in the banquet center.

They slid into the dance floor in pairs, playing carefree like a pair of mandarin ducks in the water, intoxicating everyone outside the dance floor.

"What a great dance!" Meng Zimo couldn't help but sigh. Although they all had white hair, the couples looked energetic and bright-hearted as they danced to the music.

Chen Yuye shook his glass and said, "Would you like to show off a bit too?"

"No, my skirt is inconvenient today. Besides, I won't embarrass myself compared to them."

After watching their dance, Meng Zimo felt ashamed of herself, but she was determined not to shoot herself in the foot with an axe.

The dinner lasted until ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone left shortly after eating Chen Qinglin's super-large cake.

"Dad, happy birthday, be happy every day." Most of the guests had left before Meng Zimo and Chen Yuye dared to approach them.

Meng Zimo called "Dad" sweetly, which made Chen Qinglin melted.

"Happy birthday!" Chen Yuye didn't say much, he has always been taciturn.

The Chen couple have become accustomed to it. After all, Meng Zimo can speak now, so it doesn't matter whether she listens to Chen Yuye or not.

He is no longer the center of the family.