After Meng Yanchen hurriedly talked with Director Zhang, he sat in the Bentley and waited for Chu Qiao to come back from lunch break.
His long and powerful fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically. Suddenly, he stopped and stared sharply at Chu Qiao who was walking towards the building.
She seemed to be in a good mood, and the smile on her lips was faint, but as warm as the afternoon sun.
Did she forget the terms of the agreement? It seemed that she had enjoyed her meal just now, but a surge of anger could not help but rise in his heart. He had never bought a woman so arrogant, and dared to do it again and again.
And Sanchi is playing with himself?
His throat was tight, his eyes were dark, and he pressed the horn on the steering wheel.
"Baba..."
Chu Qiao was carrying her bag and was about to walk towards the revolving door when she suddenly heard the piercing sound of a horn. She quickly looked back and saw a stern-faced Meng Yanchen through the dark glass window. Across the glass window
, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt that he seemed very angry!
Angry? Why was he angry? She thought to herself, the person who made him angry would be in trouble! She subconsciously lowered her head and stuck out her little tongue.
Meng Yanchen's eyes were stifled. He didn't look regretful at all, and even stuck out his tongue provocatively at him. Meng Yanchen pulled the tie around his neck, stepped on the accelerator, and the Bentley quickly drove towards Chu Qiao, but Chu Qiao
Stop steadily in front of the cock.
"Chu Qiao, get in the car!" His voice was sullen and cold, and his eyes were fixed on the confused woman in front of him.
"Do, what?" Chu Qiao asked hesitantly, taking a few steps back uncontrollably.
"Do what a lover should do!" Meng Yanchen's voice was hoarse, and the anger in his eyes was boiling: "Have you forgotten? It was written in the agreement, and it will be delivered as soon as it is passed. Now that I have this need, why are you unwilling?
?" His eyebrows were raised slightly, obviously ruffian, but still handsome and determined.
Chu Qiaogen's heart felt cold, but he said: "No... no, I have to go to work in the afternoon!"
"I am the president of the company, and everyone in the company must listen to me, especially you!" Meng Yanchen laughed softly, as if he had heard some funny joke.
yes!
For her, she was not qualified to refuse his request. She nodded, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.
As soon as they sat down, Bentley sped away from the Meng Building.
In the car.
The car was driving very fast. Before Chu Qiao had time to fasten her seat belt, she leaned forward, her mind turned gray, and shouted: "Yan Chen, drive slower... I'm scared! Slow down, slow down!"
The corners of Meng Yanchen's mouth curled up in a narrowing arc, but the accelerator under his feet did not loosen at all.
"Please...I feel so uncomfortable." Chu Qiao felt dizzy and had a bad stomach.
She suddenly wanted to cry. She was a human being. That night, she was grateful to him and had a good impression of him. In front of him, she wanted to preserve her self-esteem. But for her father, she was still looked down upon by him and treated as a puppet.
Generally just play around.
Chu Qiao hugged her belly tightly, pressed her teeth tightly against her lips, and stopped begging.
Meng Yanchen didn't hear the sound, and looked at Chu Qiao, but saw that her originally red face suddenly turned a little pale. It was obvious that she was dying of discomfort, but she no longer asked for mercy, and seemed to be silently enduring it.
There was a distress in his heart that even he was not aware of, and a strong anger, which made Meng Yanchen feel a little baffled, but when he thought about it, the speed of the car slowly slowed down.
He told himself: Forget it now, when he gets to the villa later, he will not let her go easily!