The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

"There are a lot of boys in the school, so you have to start well. Otherwise, you really won't have a campus romance, and how will you appreciate campus life in the future?" Meng Zimo said implicitly while holding potato chips.

An Yuhan pursed her lips and retorted, "You only say that now that you have a boyfriend, Meng Zimo. That's not what you said before. Do you want me to repeat what I said before to you?" An Yuhan stood in front of Meng Zimo and said everything to her one by one with a bad temper.

Meng Zimo suppressed her smile and waved her hands, "My fault, my fault. How about I help you find one?"

"That's better." An Yuhan then put down his hand and took Meng Zimo's arm and walked around the supermarket together.

As soon as I paid the bill and walked out of the supermarket, there was a notification on the campus forum.

"The school held a Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day performance. Each class prepared at least three programs. Those who had not performed in previous years must participate."

"Look, the rehearsal has started again." An Yuhan said while looking at his phone.

In previous years, the two of them never participated in such boring programs, and the most popular prizes are prizes and bonuses. This year, the most popular prizes are mountain bikes and a bonus of 5000 yuan.

"Wow, Mo, isn't this the car you wanted? Your mom didn't buy it for you, but now you have it."

An Yuhan thought the black mountain bike was very cool. She knew Meng Zimo would definitely like it. The bike at her home was a gift from her a few years ago.

"Yeah! What a cool car, but you have to perform to get it." Meng Zimo immediately lost interest. She was still very timid about showing up in public.

"Then go ahead and perform! I'll accompany you."

An Yuhan was not afraid of these. After all, she participated last year and won the prize money and went out to party with Meng Zimo for a day. This year's prize money was two thousand more, and there was also a limited edition mountain bike.

It was already past nine o'clock when I returned to the school dormitory. Meng Zimo's WeChat messages kept ringing. I was just reading the forum and forgot to reply. After I arrived at the dormitory, Chen Yuye called me.

"You go wash first! I have a call."

Meng Zimo originally planned to take a shower, but looking at the phone, she asked An Yuhan to take a shower first. She moved a stool to the balcony and answered the phone while looking at the night outside.

"Why didn't you reply to the message? What are you doing?" After dinner, Chen Yuye took a shower and saw that Meng Zimo didn't reply, so he called her.

"I just arrived at the dormitory. I'm so tired. I was about to take a shower when you called." Meng Zimo's delicate voice entered Chen Yuye's ears.

He felt that this woman was his calamity.

"Do you need me to come over and rub it for you?" Chen Yuye gave her all his tenderness. He would feel it was a sin if she spoke louder.

"Stop joking. How are you doing all day?" Meng Zimo hadn't asked about his situation all day, and she felt a little guilty inside.

Chen Yuye sat on the sofa on the balcony, took a sip of the water on the table, and calmly teased Meng Zimo, "I went home for dinner tonight, and my mother asked about you and asked when she would marry you back home."

Meng Zimo's ears turned red all of a sudden, "Don't talk nonsense, who wants to marry you?"

"What's wrong? If you don't marry me, do you have anyone else you like?"

What Chen Yuye was sure of was that Meng Zimo had extremely high requirements for appearance. She was not like other girls who were easily influenced by others and did not care about appearance. Although Meng Zimo did not say it, Chen Yuye understood it, otherwise she would not have agreed to date him so immediately.

Ever since Chen Yuye went to Meng Zimo's house last time, he found that everything in the house was very fresh and retro. Meng Zimo's mother was also a decent beauty that could be seen at a glance. Meng Zimo, who was influenced by her mother, gradually formed this kind of high-minded view.

She doesn't have many friends, but one is enough. So many people come and go, but none of them know her. This shows that she never shows off or communicates in front of outsiders, and she has a tenacity.

This is something that Chen Yuye likes very much.

"No, I don't like interacting with others, so how can I like them?"

Meng Zimo looked at Zhijia and muttered carelessly. The reason why she could rely on Chen Yuye so easily now was mostly due to her mother's approval and Chen Yuye's behavior in the past few days.

"I know. I haven't been able to concentrate on my work for a day since I last saw you. What should I do if my mind is full of you?" Chen Yuye leaned on the sofa, looking like a little man, with tenderness in his deep eyes.

"I really think so!" Meng Zimo felt sweet in her heart. After all, she had never been cared about so much by anyone.

"Of course, I want to be with you all the time and take you on a trip abroad in the future." Chen Yuye suddenly remembered what his mother had said just now, which might be a good thing.

"Really? Okay! I want to go to Tibet, but I don't want to go abroad."

Meng Zimo has never crossed the border. She was taken out for a trip by her parents when she was a child, but she has no memory of it.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go."

Chen Yuye's words became more and more unctuous, and the 28-year-old was still grinning foolishly while continuing on the phone.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower now. You should also go to bed early. You've been tired all day."

Meng Zimo reminded Chen Yuye with some concern that although he was not around, she missed him very much.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zimo sorted her clothes and walked towards the bathroom.

An Yuhan saw Meng Zimo coming in and quickly went to the balcony to dry clothes. Then she came back and complained, "You talked on the phone for so long! I didn't even dare to go out to dry clothes for fear of disturbing you."

"Why are you jealous?"

Meng Zimo walked into the bathroom with clothes and replied with a smile the moment she closed the door.

An Yuhan pouted and climbed onto the bed to play with her cell phone.

After Chen Yuye hung up the phone, he stretched and walked towards the room.

The next morning, the class group was in an uproar, "Oh my God, Mo'er, you are on the list." An Yuhan, who had not woken up yet, was suddenly awakened.

"What." Meng Zimo was so frightened that she sat up suddenly and frantically looked for her cell phone.

Meng Zimo was stunned when she saw the message in the group. She didn’t have any talent.

"We'll gather those on the classroom list later. I'll go with you to take a look." An Yuhan comforted the confused Meng Zimo. She could see from her expression that she didn't know where to start.

"it is good."

Meng Zimo and her friend arrived at the classroom at around eight o'clock to clean up. The classroom was full of people. Some did not want to attend and some declined, but their requests were rejected by the director.

"Whether you want to perform individual talents or a group, it's up to you," the director announced loudly at the podium holding the microphone.

Meng Zimo paused, seeing that there was no point in refusing.

"Director, I don't have any talent! Director."

"Director, I don't know how! How should I act? I'd better not act at all!"

"Yes! Otherwise it would be embarrassing for our class!"

Several boys in the audience were very distressed because they were all studying hard and had no talents to show.

"Those on your list please think about finding someone to pair up with you. Tell me what you're going to perform tomorrow and I'll report to the principal." After the director said that, he patted his butt and left.

"What should we do? It seems to be stricter this year." An Yuhan pulled Meng Zimo's cold hand in distress.

Meng Zimo walked out of the classroom with An Yuhan without saying anything. She was feeling a little worried and timid, not knowing how to resolve her current situation.

"Hey."

Meng Zimo let out a long sigh!

"Hey, Mo'er, why don't you sing a song?" An Yuhan suddenly remembered that Meng Zimo had sung in KTV before. Her voice was very beautiful and soft, and she was intoxicated by it.

"Sing! Oh! I won't make a fool of myself." Meng Zimo knew her own worth and was afraid of making a fool of herself in public.

Chen Yuye came to the company early and saw the invitation from the principal. They were about to open a small supermarket, and the new building needed a ceremony to let more investors see it.

The purpose of holding this large-scale performance is to create influence and let more people know about the school.

Chen Yuye originally wanted to refuse, but because he wanted to see Meng Zimo, he agreed to attend.

An Yuhan looked at Meng Zimo in confusion, "You are not showing off. I'm telling you, just choose singing. I won't tell you whether it's good or not. You have to decide now."

"Let me think about it. Oh! My headache is so bad." Meng Zimo held her head and felt a dull pain in her brain.

In the afternoon, classes were held in the classroom. Since all the major shareholders knew that Chen Yuye would attend, they all came. The director went to each classroom with papers to make announcements.

"Everyone whose name is on the list should fill out the form and specify clearly what program and how many people will be performing." After all, the performance will be the day after tomorrow, and there will be only two days of rehearsal.

"Have you thought about it?"

Looking at the list handed down by the director, An Yuhan felt a little worried for Meng Zimo. The schedule was too tight this year and the deadline was also brought forward.

"Let's do as you say. Otherwise there will be too many people." Wouldn't it be better for Meng Zimo to sing by herself instead of performing with others?