The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

After Meng Zimo finished washing up, she sat on the bed and looked at her phone. Chen Yuye had just finished blowing his wet hair and walked to the bedside.

"Aren't you going to get ready for bed?"

Meng Zimo was still concentrating on her phone. "I'm watching the video sent by the professor. The professor asked me to go abroad in a while."

"I'll go with you." Chen Yuye replied without thinking.

"Am I going to work?"

"Then I'll accompany you too."

Chen Yuye stared at her small profile.

Her waist-length hair fell on her shoulders, she had cherry lips and a beautiful nose, and her eyes were as bright as stars. She also exuded the scent of shampoo and the faint sweetness of her body.

He really couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned his head and started to nibble on the white swan's neck.

"You are born in the year of the dog!" Meng Zimo's soft and tender complaining voice sounded in his ear.

"Just a kiss? I haven't kissed you in two days."

The two nights when Chen Yuye was well behaved were the nights when the two little darlings slept together.

"It's so itchy..."

Chen Yuye ignored her completely.

His face had turned red, his breathing had become rapid, and his body was filled with an uncontrollable heat.

He turned over and pounced on her, lowering his head and kissing the woman's lips fiercely.

She responded to Chen Yuye's kiss passionately, and her nose emitted a tone that was more alluring than her body.

There is white snow outside the window, and in the bright night, two figures have overlapped tightly together, indistinguishable from you and me.

That night, Meng Zimo experienced again and again what it meant to live in a drunken state and a dream.

The next day, the sun was exceptionally bright.

It's almost nine o'clock.

The warm winter sun shone through the window, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.

Chen Yuye beside her held his head up, lay on his side, stared at her face, and smiled strangely.

Meng Zimo instinctively grabbed the quilt and covered her chest with it: "What are you doing?"

"look at you."

"What are you looking at? You've been looking at me for so many years. What? Do you think I'm not worthy of you?"

"How could that be? I still think I'm not worthy of you." Chen Yuye said with a wicked smile, "Besides, you look even more rosy and charming today."

"Stop talking nonsense. What time is it?" Meng Zimo was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Men like to say some flattering words after eating and drinking so that the relationship can continue.

"My mother knocked on the door at nine o'clock."

"Why don't you call me? It's all your fault." Meng Zimo struggled to get up and leaned against the back of the bed, her two slender arms holding the quilt, for fear that it would slip off.

At ten o'clock, the two men came downstairs dressed neatly. The two fathers were walking around the living room with the two chubby little kids.

The two mothers were washing vegetables in the kitchen, whispering to each other.

"Look, mom and dad are coming down." Chen Qinglin was holding Xiaomiguo and just happened to see the two of them coming downstairs, so he reminded Xiaomiguo.

"Mother."

"dad."

Although the two little babies' voices sounded babyish, they were particularly pleasant to the ears.

"Dad, you guys take a rest! Aye and I will take them for a walk." Meng Zimo took the millet fruit from Chen Qinglin's hand and held it in her arms.

It was a little difficult to carry him because he was wearing thick clothes.

"I'll push the strollers." Chen Yuye walked to the door, pushed two strollers side by side over, secured the two babies in the strollers, and then hugged Meng Zimo and went out.

The two of them wanted to take a walk in the countryside. They opened the window just now and saw that the snow had melted. The sun was also out, making it a perfect time for a walk.

Walking on the country roads, even your heart will become peaceful.

The warm winter sun shines on Meng Zimo's face, making her little face red.

Maybe because she was a little cold in the morning, Meng Zimo couldn't help but sniff and sneeze loudly.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Chen Yuye took her hand and put it in his pocket, then took two tissues from the basket under the stroller and handed them to Meng Zimo, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to sneeze, let's go!"

Every open space where the sun shines is filled with people, chatting and eating melon seeds.

I want to say all the words I have accumulated over the year right now.

"Here, have a tangerine." Chen Yuye took out two tangerines from his big pocket and handed them to Meng Zimo.

Meng Zimo was surprised and asked, "When did you take it?"

"I just took it from the table before I left. Eat it! I have more in my pocket."

"Ah."

Meng Zimo sat down on a stone pier nearby. From this high place, she could see the huge crowd of people below. Chen Yuye was trying his best to amuse the child.

Meng Zimo sat there eating tangerines, feeding them to the three people in front of her from time to time.

The two little babies smacked the oranges in their mouths, with different expressions on their faces.

I don’t know whether it’s sour or sweet.

"Hubby, let's live here when we get old!"

Meng Zimo looked up at a pine tree not far from her. Standing in the cold wind with the sun above its head, it gave her a sense of hope.

This kind of peaceful and undisturbed beauty is really desirable.

"Okay, when we get old, I'll come back with you, and we'll work from sunrise to sunset, and I'll farm and support you."

"Haha, can you?"

"Of course I can learn it, for you."

"You're so corny!"

"I'm only nauseous to you."

"Shao Pin, where's the baby? It won't have a good influence."

"How could that be?" Chen Yuye said as he sat next to Meng Zimo, lifted her chin and kissed her plump lips passionately.

"Oh my! Should I not have come?" A laugh broke the sweetness between the two.

Meng Zimo blushed and pulled Chen Yuye's down jacket to cover her face.

"You're a grown man, but you're sneaking around. No wonder you're single." Chen Yuye narrowed his eyes as he watched his cousin approaching.

"You can't say that! I just went to look for you and couldn't find you. My uncle and the others said you went for a walk."

"Brother, how did you know we were here?" Meng Zimo stuck her head out. At this moment, she had regained her composure.

"I'm not blind. I saw your backs from underground." My cousin pointed to the area surrounded by people.

"Let's find a hidden place next time." Chen Yuye whispered in Meng Zimo's ear.

Meng Zimo glanced at him and told him to stop messing around.

"My two little nephews, I have to watch you eating dog food." My cousin said as he walked to the stroller and released the brakes. "Let's go! Take a walk."

"This is the only way. You've ruined the good atmosphere." Chen Yuye was still feeling aggrieved.

"Oh! My cousin is already married to you, and the kiss is still not enough!"

The cousin was speechless and looked at Meng Zimo again, "Why? You abused him."

"Stop making noise and talk less." Meng Zimo walked in front with her hands in her pockets and her head held high.

The morning tree-lined path was filled with the noisy voices of the three of them, which echoed.

We always want to freeze the beautiful moments. How many people can still walk on the paths of their childhood, feel the wind of their childhood and look at the roads of their childhood?

Nowadays, there are tall buildings everywhere, but the scenery behind the small wooden door that I disliked when I was a child is not as good as it was.

Perhaps what we are fascinated with is not our childhood selves, but the period of time in our childhood that we think is very beautiful.

It seems that I don’t miss it so much if I walk back alone.

The traces left by those people in this world are so deep in our bones that they are hard to shake. This is the beauty of it, worth remembering and worth taking out to observe again and again.