The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

When Chen Yuye broke into the women's restroom, the man was kissing Xing Menghuan's neck.

He covered her mouth with one hand and held down her moving hands with the other.

Suddenly, Xing Menghuan only felt a tall figure appear in front of her, illuminating her like the dawn.

Chen Yuye reached out and grabbed the back of his collar and pulled hard.

Xing Menghuan hurriedly pulled down the hem of her skirt and looked up at Chen Yuye in embarrassment.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Who do you think you are to bully a woman?" Chen Yuye's expression was tense, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was cold and sharp.

The man frowned, "She is just a slut. I don't know how many people have pressed on her."

"Keep your mouth clean."

"Are you going back or not?" The man ignored Chen Yuye and looked directly at the woman sitting on the toilet.

Xing Menghuan looked as miserable as she could be at this moment. The collar of her clothes was torn and there were underwear on the ground.

"Who are you to her?" Chen Yuye looked at the man in front of him. He was no more than forty years old, neither fat nor thin, and looked like a decent human being.

"I am her..."

Before the man could finish his words, he was stopped by Xing Menghuan's yelling, "Shut up."

The man stuck out his back teeth and looked at the man in a suit in front of him.

"Thank you for coming to save me." Xing Menghuan stood up and didn't dare to look up.

Chen Yuye had his back to her. He had no feelings for her at all. He came to save her only because she called him.

The two waiters at the door were so nervous that one of them quickly sneaked out and called the manager.

If something terrible really happened here, it would be the end of us.

"You're welcome. It's just a small favor. If he is disrespectful to you, you can call the police." Chen Yuye looked at the man in front of him and he seemed to be very familiar with Xing Menghuan, and it didn't seem like he was having sex while drunk at all.

There must be something fishy about this.

"Well, I'll take care of it next."

"Yeah." Chen Yuye responded and left.

When the manager arrived, everyone had already left.

Back in the banquet hall, the people on the dance floor changed one group after another. Meng Zimo and Xuan Ran sat there together eating cake.

"Your An Xijie is becoming more and more presentable now."

At this moment, An Xijie was toasting with his elders. He looked unruly on the outside, but he became more and more eloquent when he spoke.

"Yeah, he's improved. Don't you know that at home, Little Mango criticizes him as much as he wants?"

"Really? How can you criticize me?"

"He said he was a bad father and didn't buy her food."

"Hahahaha, my daughter bullied me, and now I'm working hard to improve myself."

"Yes, yes. Now he is very honest and active at work."

"That's great! Are you still working there?"

"Yeah, still like that."

Chen Yuye walked up to Xing Menghuan's boss with champagne in his hand and asked, "Why isn't your assistant here?"

"Her relatives are here. She just said she would be away for a while, and she hasn't come back yet. Does President Chen want to talk to her about something?"

"No, just ask."

"I thought President Chen, you..."

"No, no, I came here with my wife. I don't like the rest."

"Oh! Hahahaha."

After clinking glasses, Chen Yuye left.

……

"Why are you crying, woman?" The man and Xing Menghuan walked one after the other.

Originally, he came here today to see why Xing Menghuan didn't return to her hometown.

Until he got her to talk last night.

When I got here, I saw her drinking with a man in sexy clothes.

He couldn't help but prepare to fuck her in the ladies' room.

Who knew she would call when she rebelled.

"Why are you here?" Xing Menghuan wiped the tears from her face.

This is the path outside the hotel. It is already past ten o'clock in the evening. This place is already remote, not to mention there are no people around.

"I miss you! We haven't seen each other for so many years, and you didn't even say you wanted to come home to visit." This man is Xing Menghuan's fiancé.

The two families were already preparing for the engagement, but Xing Menghuan told him that she wanted to study abroad and would marry him after she returned.

During the years we were abroad, we were in a long-distance relationship, we quarreled constantly, and had problems with communication.

After coming back for so long, Xing Menghuan planned to rekindle her old relationship with Chen Yuye, but she never told her family that she had returned to China.

It wasn't until the man checked her IP himself that he knew she was there.

"I have no feelings for you, go back!" Xing Menghuan tugged at her collar; her high heels had been broken by him just now.

It is as embarrassing as it can be at this moment.

"But I love you. I've waited for you for so many years and I never touched you. Why? I just wanted to marry you and do it on our wedding night. You said I would let you go abroad, so what do you mean now?" The man looked at her word by word with sharp eyes and said, "You're planning to break up with me when you come back. You're really cruel."

"I didn't ask you to wait. You saw it too. I like him. Who do you think you are?" Xing Menghuan rolled her eyes at him. She looked down on him at all.

"Do you think you are worthy of him?" He looked at the man just now. He was wearing expensive suits, which were something people like them could never touch.

What is she dreaming about.

Before she could say anything again, the man pulled her over and held her in his arms. The path was already densely shaded by trees, so the struggle between the two could not be seen at all.

The man's eyes were filled with lust, and he moved closer again. He grabbed the back of her head with his big hands, forced her over, and kissed her slightly cool red lips as he wished, demanding every corner of her.

Xing Menghuan resisted instinctively and bit him, and the smell of blood immediately filled her entire mouth.

"Damn it." The man angrily raised his hand and slapped him.

"Ah!" Xing Meng Huan screamed, and she took two steps back without wearing shoes.

The man went up to her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bushes.

Pressing her against the cold rock.

"Let me go." After the words were spoken, there was the sound of clothes being torn.

Possessive, he wants to possess her fiercely.

"Aren't you going to wait for him? Let me see how you can wait." The man's violent voice sounded in her ears.

"Go away! Yang Lei."

"You're mine tonight."

Before the man finished speaking, his strong hands clasped her waist and lifted her up gently.

"what……"

Along with physical relief,

He danced with her.

Xing Menghuan had never experienced this feeling before. Yang Lei was wild and unruly. Xing Menghuan liked him when she was in junior high school because conquering such a man made her feel proud.

The feeling of being pursued by him was even better. In that small village, he was considered a handsome man, but he was three years older than her.

"What are you thinking about, huh?" He kneaded her wantonly and found that she was not cooperating and cried out.

In return, he treated her even more harshly.

"Ah!" With the shouts one after another, he felt unprecedented satisfaction and experience.

The dark night seemed like an endless amount of thick ink painted across the sky.