The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

"Look at you, you look like you deserve a beating. Even your parents don't bother to pay attention to you." Chen Yuye said coldly after taking a sip of wine.

"Hey, my parents love me so much and obey me in everything. What's wrong? Are you envious?" An Xijie shouted in front of Chenyu today.

Chen Yuye didn't say anything harsh to him just because he was getting married today, otherwise he would have done it earlier.

After the wedding, Chen Yuye returned home and squatted pitifully in front of Meng Zimo.

"What?" Meng Zimo was puzzled.

"Wife, let's have a baby too!" Chen Yuye kept stroking her hand.

Meng Zimo looked at his pitiful appearance, nodded and said, "You were provoked by An Xijie."

Seeing An Xijie's smug look today, Chen Yuye wanted to strangle him to death, but when he saw that he looked like he was about to be strangled to death in front of his woman, he felt relieved.

"Half!" Chen Yuye actually wanted it himself. He had always wanted to see what the fruit of their love looked like.

After all, the combination of a talented man and a beautiful woman will definitely produce good-looking children.

"Yes, I agree." Meng Zimo agreed readily. After all, they had been together for so long, and it would be nice to have a child. After all, both families had only one child, and having a child would make the family more lively.

Chen Yuye couldn't believe it at first, "Really?"

"Well, go take a shower! I'm a little tired today, let's take a shower tomorrow!" Meng Zimo pinched her neck and felt like it was about to break.

Let’s put off having a baby for now!

"Okay, I'll carry you to wash."

After hearing Meng Zimo's answer, Chen Yuye was so happy that he hugged her like a princess and strode into the bathroom.

Sure enough, Chen Yuye was very well-behaved the whole night, rubbing Meng Zimo's legs and shoulders and giving her a massage.

The next day, Meng Zimo came to work as usual.

"Good morning, Xiaomo." Fan Wenjuan greeted Meng Zimo warmly as soon as she stepped into the studio.

"Good morning, Wenjuan." Meng Zimo smiled sweetly at her and walked towards her desk.

"Xiao Juanjuan, why weren't you so enthusiastic when I came?" An Yuhan leaned back in the chair, touching his chin, looking at Fan Wenjuan with dissatisfaction.

It shouldn’t be!

"I also greeted you, but you ignored me. You still have the nerve to blame me. I'm angry when you do this!"

Fan Wenjuan was so angry that she was speechless. An Yuhan came with headphones on, and she didn't hear a word Fan Wenjuan said to her warmly.

Blaming her now is really speechless.

"Is there? When?" An Yuhan approached her and asked in confusion.

She is always very polite.

It's impossible to say hello and not reply.

Meng Zimo looked at An Yuhan's confused expression and shook her head, "Throw away your broken headphones!"

Hearing Meng Zimo's answer, Fan Wenjuan gave her a thumbs up.

We really understand each other very well!

As expected, the person who knew her best was Meng Zimo.

"I don't want it. I just bought it not long ago. It's still hot. What? You want it too."

Thinking that Meng Zimo wanted one, I could give her one. There’s no need to let her throw it away!

After all, you paid for it, right?

"Stupid brain." After saying this, Fan Wenjuan went to inspect the classroom to check the hygiene and equipment.

"Hi, Sister Juan, hi, good morning everyone!"

Duan Shengpei still looks like a sunny boy.

He took the lead in greeting Fan Wenjuan at the door.

Fan Wenjuan smiled at him and went about her business.

"Morning!"

"morning."

The two people in the studio spoke at almost the same time.

Meng Zimo was looking at the class schedule, "Sheng Pei, are you free this Friday afternoon?"

"Yes! What's wrong?" Duan Shengpei was asked the question as soon as he put down his bag, and he answered immediately.

It feels like being called on in class.

Seeing how nervous he was, Meng Zimo chuckled and said, "I asked you to work overtime. The parents of the student that day said that they would have extra classes on Saturday and finish school early on Friday. It's the same for all students, so."

"I understand. I'm OK with everything." Duan Shengpei knew that the holidays were coming soon and the school curriculum had changed.

He agreed readily.

Knowing that the four of them had ordered takeout at noon and were eating in the studio, An Yuhan looked at Fan Wenjuan holding her phone and smiled awkwardly, "Xiao Juanjuan, are you thinking about love? Why are you smiling like you don't care about money?"

Seeing this, Meng Zimo advised, "You should talk less! Can't Wenjuan even smile?"

An Yuhan sighed, "I just noticed that something was wrong with her today. She rarely even touches her phone."

Something is wrong, absolutely wrong.

"Are you in love?" Duan Shengpei, who was sitting opposite Wen Juan, asked slowly.

It’s probably true. You can tell at a glance by the way she smiles.

An Yuhan instantly also wanted to listen to the gossip. He didn't even bother to talk and just sat down waiting to listen to the story.

Fan Wenjuan felt uncomfortable being stared at by these two people, "Oh no! It's gone."

An Yuhan really didn't believe it, "Really? I don't think you're okay, I think you have a big problem."

Fan Wenjuan's hands were sweating as she held the phone, which kept vibrating.

"See! It must be my boyfriend, otherwise who would send messages so frequently?" An Yuhan suddenly understood.

Judging from the people around Fan Wenjuan, they are definitely not as diligent in posting as her friends. After being together for such a long time, Fan Wenjuan never uses her phone to chat.

Today we treasure our cell phones so much, there must be something wrong with them.

Meng Zimo shook her head, this gossipy woman, "Let's eat first! Don't disturb Wen Juan while she's eating."

Seeing that Wen Juan wanted to eat but didn’t dare to, Meng Zimo took action.

An Yuhan narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Fan Wenjuan lowered her head and ate her meal as if she had been saved, fearing that if she ate less, An Yuhan would catch her and question her.

"Look how scared you are." Duan Shengpei looked at Fan Wenjuan who was eating with her head down and sneered at An Yuhan.

An Yuhan stroked his chin and buried his head in his food. He would ask again after he finished eating.

"Wenjuan, when will the watercolors arrive? The courses also need to be arranged." Meng Zimo was watching the courses.

Fan Wenjuan opened her phone and took a look. "It will arrive this afternoon, so we can arrange it."

"it is good."

Meng Zimo was very optimistic about Fan Wenjuan's ability to get things done. During work, Meng Zimo saw the WeChat avatar on the computer shaking.

She clicked on Chen Yuye’s message and it popped up, “What is my baby doing?”

He didn't even feel ashamed to ask this question even though he knew the answer.

You just stand there and watch like a camera all day long, and do you still need to ask others what they are doing?

At this moment, he was in the conference room with his mobile phone, and out of boredom he sent a message to Meng Zimo.

"work."

Just two words can prove that Meng Zimo doesn't want to get entangled with him.

"I'll pick you up after get off work!" Chen Yuye continued to complain.

Meng Zimo recalled the last time he came to pick her up, he acted like a scoundrel downstairs, "The security guard downstairs was at work yesterday."

Chen Yuye understood the message immediately after seeing it.

"I flirted with you with my license, but the security guards didn't dare to touch me because I was so handsome."

Meng Zimo was so angry at his rogue behavior that she almost laughed.