The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

After washing up, the two went downstairs. Chen's mother was already eating there.

"Good morning, Mom. Where's Dad?" Meng Zimo greeted politely and looked around the room.

There was no trace of Chen Qinglin anymore.

"Your dad has gone to the company. He's itching to go after not being there for so long. I'm full and I'm going to the company too. You two can eat slowly!" Chen's mother, with a rosy face smiling, drank the last two mouthfuls of porridge, then hurriedly got up and went out with her clothes.

"Mom has a great figure." Meng Zimo couldn't help but sigh.

Chen's mother's figure is really good, with plenty of meat where it should be.

"Aren't you the same?" Chen Yuye pulled out a chair. Meng Zimo had just sat down when she suddenly felt that what he said seemed a bit strange.

After receiving her upward gaze, Chen Yuye hurriedly said, "Eat quickly! Otherwise, baby, you will be late."

After a quick breakfast, Chen Yuye sent Meng Zimo to school and then rushed to the company.

It was lunch time, "Hey! Come out and play!" An Xijie called Chen Yuye nonchalantly.

I don’t know what kind of evil wind he is blowing.

Chen Yuye checked the time and it was indeed time for dinner, "Go to work."

"Xuan Ran and I are together, let me treat you to a meal."

Ahn Hee-jae couldn't help showing off.

Chen Yuye frowned slightly after hearing this. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by An Xijie's sincere tone.

"I am absolutely serious and sincere this time. You know, I liked Xuan Ran at the beginning, but I didn't dare to express it." He recounted the frustration and fear he had felt over the years.

While I was worried that she was with someone else, I also had to learn more about how to pick up girls.

Chen Yuye stared at the phone screen with his sword-like brows and star-like eyes coldly. Sometimes he even felt like he was listening to a novel.

Ahn Hee-jae didn't even use a comma when he spoke, he just kept talking for nearly an hour before he stopped.

"I really love her. She is still in my heart. Now I will love her well."

Chen Yuye signed the documents indifferently, and then said nonchalantly, "You don't have to tell me this. I don't have a good relationship with her."

In fact, he and Xuan Ran have no connection at all.

There was really no need for him to sit here and talk to him for an hour.

"Then you are also her brother, I have to inform you."

An Xijie suddenly felt that the air was thinner. He had been talking so much, but he didn't take his words seriously.

"Yeah, okay, I know now."

After hearing Chen Yuye's answer, An Xijie had never felt that the air in the world was so thin, and now he suddenly realized it.

"Let's get together next time!" An Xijie grinned.

Anyway, he is just such a person who doesn't understand romance.

Why should I bother with him!

It's not the first time I've known this after all these years.

An Xijie began to comfort himself.

Chen Yuye seemed to have thought of something, "Oh, by the way, Xiaomo and I will be taking wedding photos next week, you can come and help then."

The corners of An Xijie's mouth twitched violently. Is this guy showing off to me?

"Why would I, a handsome boy, carry your shoes for you? Why would I go with you when you're taking wedding photos? I don't even know how to take photos."

Chen Yuye's handsome eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised a big arc, "I know, why are you still showing off in front of me?"

This is what men's desire to win is like.

Chen Yuye always felt that An Xijie was showing off that he had a girlfriend, making it seem as if he didn't have one.

No matter what, he is always one step faster than him.

"Hey!" An Xijie was about to refute something when Chen Yuye hung up.

One week later.

Chen Yuye and Meng Zimo came to the bridal shop. After hearing that they were going to take two sets of photos indoors today, they went to choose their clothes.

Meng Zimo put on a super skin-fitting makeup, "Okay, look here." The photographer fiddled with the camera to take test shots and adjust the light. The entire studio was filled with the photographer's commanding voice.

"Come closer, okay, smile."

"The groom kisses the bride. All right. Very good."

"The bride pulls the groom's ears. Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Um, it's natural."

"The groom squats down and looks up at the bride, and the bride looks at the groom. OK, that's it."

At the end of the day, Meng Zimo felt like her face was stiff from smiling.

This is even more tiring than going to work.

"Is this the end?" Meng Zimo returned to the dressing room to take off her headdress and asked the makeup artist tiredly.

"Not yet? We'll shoot outdoors tomorrow." The makeup artist comforted her while carefully removing her headdress.

Meng Zimo suddenly felt that there was no need to take wedding photos.

After removing their makeup and dresses, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. The two returned to the car, and Chen Yuye pinched Meng Zimo's shoulders.

"Be tired!"

Hearing Chen Yuye's comforting words, Meng Zimo slowly raised her eyelids, "Well, there's still one day tomorrow?"

All that is revealed is fatigue.

"You've worked so hard. What do you want to eat today? I'll take you there."

"I'm so tired that I don't even want to move my mouth." Meng Zimo leaned on the passenger seat and closed her eyelids that had just opened.

Chen Yuye fastened his seat belt and said, "I'll feed you."

"Let's go eat some spicy hot pot!"

Meng Zimo suddenly remembered that she saw others eating on her phone yesterday and she felt a little greedy.

Suddenly I felt a little more energetic.

"Okay, okay, little greedy cat."

As the sun sets, the afterglow gradually fades away, and the darkness of winter always comes suddenly.

It was just six o'clock and the sky was already dark. The street lights on the roadside seemed particularly quiet.

Watching people coming and going, I hunched my neck to resist the cold.

The last time Meng Zimo celebrated Chen Yuye’s birthday, she simply bought a cake.

During that time, he was busy with Chen Qinglin's affairs and had no time to celebrate his birthday.

It was Meng Zimo who insisted on waiting for him to get off work. When he came back tired that night, Meng Zimo gave him a warm hug the moment he walked in.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Chen Yuye saw her looking out the window without saying anything.

"I suddenly remembered that I celebrated your birthday last month." Meng Zimo said with a pout.

"Cough." Chen Yuye seemed to realize something and coughed lightly, then looked out the window with a wandering look.

Meng Zimo glared at him fiercely, and then the car became unusually quiet and awkward.

Chen Yuye kept rubbing his lips with his left hand.

Looking uneasy.

That night, Chen Yuye got home from get off work at around ten o'clock. He felt very depressed because he hadn't seen his wife for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Chen Yuye opened the door, Meng Zimo's soft arms hugged him tightly.

He stood there with an unsightly look on his face, as if he was about to take off his shoes.

His face was buried deep in her collarbone.

Since Meng Zimo had taken a shower, she was wearing a padded nightgown and her body was smelling of shower gel.

Chen Yuye once thought he was hallucinating.

He raised his hands and began to caress the two peaks under his chin.

It also has its own massage function.

It means the feel is very real.

However, Meng Zimo felt her whole body stiffen.

"What are you doing?" She let go of Chen Yuye and looked at his hand resting on her soft spot.

Chen Yuye pulled his hand back abruptly.