The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Why didn't I realize he had so much nonsense to talk about before?

"I don't want to bother with you anymore. I'm busy now, so you should just step aside appropriately!" Meng Zimo finished typing and left the studio.

Today's tutoring sessions are particularly important.

This is the first time for students who are going from junior high school to high school to come for tutoring.

The tutoring time for primary schools is now only on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, with a day off on Thursdays. Later, Meng Zimo thought of incorporating some high school knowledge to tutor a group of students who are about to enter high school from junior high school, with tutoring every Sunday.

Today is the first day, and I didn’t expect that there would be ten students admitted, half male and half female.

Meng Zimo was wearing straight jeans today, which perfectly accentuated her straight legs. She also wore an off-white tight short sweater and tied her hair into a high ponytail, giving her the look of a high school student.

When Meng Zimo pushed open the door, the students who were doing homework inside were startled. They thought they were also taking extra classes together, but when they saw Meng Zimo's calm expression, they understood. That calmness and temperament were not like those of a student.

He seems more like a senior literary youth.

"Hello everyone, I am your tutor, Meng Xiangmeng." Meng Zimo walked to the table and introduced herself gracefully.

The wonderful ten minutes ended with self-introductions. Meng Zimo's memory was not bad. Everyone had their own characteristics, which allowed her to remember them better. Some were good at liberal arts, some were good at science, and there was one person who was not good at studying but was very good.

Poor study performance does not mean that one does not like to study but that the knowledge does not enter the brain. There are thousands of people in the world, not all of them are good at studying, and some people’s shining points are not in studying.

At lunchtime, the students all went back home to see their mothers, and those who came to make up for the missed hours were all residents nearby.

As soon as Meng Zimo stepped into the studio door, An Yuhan crossed her legs and looked at her, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Mo."

"What are you doing? You're so sarcastic every day." Meng Zimo ignored her and walked straight to her desk and sat down.

She was stunned when she saw the egg custard on the table, "Did you order takeout?" Meng Zimo looked at An Yuhan in confusion.

An Yuhan shook her head, "Oh! How could I be so considerate?"

After hearing what she said, Meng Zimo sat down without thinking. She knew at a glance that it was the takeaway that Chen Yuye ordered, and it must have been brought to the table by An Yuhan for her.

"What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you." Although An Yuhan was the only one in the studio at the moment, the other two, Meng Zimo, would not miss it.

An Yuhan shook her head, "I'm full of dog food."

Meng Zimo, "? What dog food?" After all, Chen Yuye was not here, and she didn't understand where An Yuhan's taste came from.

Seeing that she was puzzled, An Yuhan took out a black potato chip bag from the trash can. On the bag was a dog standing upright with two big words on it: "Dog Food".

"Hey! Did you see that? Your husband is so thoughtful. He sent three bags of dog food and three bottles of mineral water."

After showing it, An Yuhan threw the bag into the trash can.

Meng Zimo covered her mouth and chuckled, "Hahaha, that's just like his style."

"So! You two are a perfect match. Well, I'm off work and won't wait for you today." An Yuhan picked up her small bag and looked like she was about to leave.

"Why are you in such a hurry? What are you going to do?" Meng Zimo had never seen her in such a hurry to leave before, and today she was acting strange.

"Oh! Let's go out for a walk, let's go!" She was still looking at her phone before leaving. Meng Zimo felt that something was wrong with her.

It was already past six in the evening, and Chen Yuye's messages had exploded. Meng Zimo quickly clicked on them.

"How about custard, babe."

"Are you in class?"

"I'll pick you up tonight! Okay?"

"Message me back if you see it."

"really miss you."

"..."

Meng Zimo's lips curled up unconsciously as she read the message.

Then Xinxin replied the message.

After class, Fan Wenjuan packed up and prepared to leave. She said hello to Meng Zimo, "Mo'er, I'm leaving first!"

Meng Zimo poked her head out from the computer and said, "So urgent!"

What's going on today? Everyone is so anxious.

"Haha, I have an appointment. Bye." After Fan Wenjuan left, Duan Shengpei also came into the office.

They all knew that Duan Shengpei had a girlfriend, "You should leave soon too!" Meng Zimo saw that Duan Shengpei had already turned off the lights in several classrooms. She knew it, after all, the surveillance camera in front could see it clearly.

"Hahaha, you're so smart. They both left. So soon?" Duan Shengpei also found it very strange. Usually, An Yuhan was the last to arrive. He could hear her chattering from far away in the studio.

"Well, everyone is very anxious. I don't know what's going on." Meng Zimo was also puzzled.

"I guess you're in love! I'm leaving now! Bye, you should get off work early too."

"Yeah, okay, bye."

After saying goodbye to Duan Shengpei, Meng Zimo looked at the computer for a while and prepared to get up and go to the bathroom.

When I came out of the toilet, I saw Chen Yuye's handsome face that infuriated both humans and gods.

"Why are you here?" Meng Zimo asked.

"Everyone has left, why are you still not leaving get off work?" Chen Yuye noticed that the lights in the classroom had been turned off a long time ago, and saw Meng Zimo sitting alone in front of the computer.

Look, he came here happily.

Meng Zimo closed the electric curtains and prepared to get off work.

"Why are you closing the curtains?" Chen Yuye's sudden closeness made all the pores on her body stand up. "What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"

"You, you better pay attention, are you in the studio?"

Meng Zimo spoke tremblingly.

His chest was pressed against her back, with only two thin pieces of clothing between them.

After Chen Yuye came in, he took off his suit jacket and was now wearing a snow-white shirt with two buttons open at the collar.

"What are you afraid of, huh." Chen Yuye walked up to her and saw her face was as red as a monkey's butt. He suddenly became interested.

"Or, try it here."

"Stop making trouble." Meng Zimo slapped away Chen Yuye's big hand on her waist.

Who knew that the more you push and hug, the tighter it gets.

Looking at her chattering little mouth, he lowered his head and kissed her. The more he kissed, the more he couldn't stop. Meng Zimo was even left with no strength after being kissed by him. "I've never felt that a day is so long." After saying that, he kissed the corner of her lips again.

Then it was the earlobes and the neck, gradually getting out of control. The whole studio was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere and the uneven breathing of the two people.

Two hours later, Chen Yuye carried Meng Zimo out of the mall.

Seeing this, the security guard nodded to Chen Yuye and Meng Zimo, "Boss Chen is here to pick up his wife from get off work!"

"Well, it's been a hard day."

"Yes, yes. Take care, both of you."

Seeing Chen Yuye left after he finished speaking, the security guard behind him finished excitedly.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Meng Zimo patted his shoulder heavily. If it wasn't him, would she let him carry her on her back?