Meng Yanchen tightly clamped Chu Qiao's small wrist, pulled her out of the Bentley without pity, and dragged her towards the villa. The temperature of his palms was scorching hot, and his fingers were so hard that they seemed to crush her wrists.

Sister Wan heard the sound of the car braking, hurriedly trotted out of the kitchen, and opened the door to greet Meng Yanchen.

"Big Young Master-" Sister Wan's mouth opened slightly, her eyes widened, what the hell is going on?

Meng Yanchen's face was stiff and cold, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and he didn't say a word, pulling the petite woman behind him. If she remembers correctly, it should be Miss Chu. The eldest young master has always been cold, and since the age of eighteen, he has been even more moody. What did Miss Chu do wrong to make him so angry?

Meng Yanchen's eyes glanced at Sister Wan, but he didn't say anything, and took Chu Qiao to the room on the second floor.

Chu Qiao tried to struggle, trying to shake off Meng Yanchen's clamps, but found that the harder her hand worked, the tighter his hand squeezed, the more painful it hurt her, and her brows were tightly wrinkled. In order not to let her left hand be wasted, she had to obediently follow behind Meng Yanchen.

In the master bedroom on the second floor.

Meng Yanchen slammed Chu Qiao on the bed, his eyes were sharp, like a cheetah exuding a strong aura of danger, staring at Chu Qiao in front of him.

"Are you angry with me, why are you angry with me?" Chu Qiao didn't understand why Meng Yanchen was angry just now. But if he treats her like this, she can't tell he's mad at her, she's really an idiot.

Meng Yanchen bullied her body with one step, pressed her under him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold, evil smile.

"Chu Qiao, at Lihua at noon, are you still satisfied with your meal?"

"What?" Could it be that Meng Yanchen had been somewhere, why hadn't she seen him, and why hadn't he come out to greet her and Brother Tang?

"It's only been a week since the agreement was signed, and you've started to break the contract, aren't you satisfied enough to be my woman?" his eyebrows raised, and as he spoke, all his breath sprayed on Chu Qiao's cheeks. Their faces were only a stone's throw away from each other. As long as she or he gets a little closer, lips to lips will definitely touch.

A trace of panic flashed in Chu Qiao's apricot eyes: "I didn't break the contract, I just went out for a meal with Brother Tang, and there was nothing!"

"Brother Tang, Chu Qiao, I don't like that man! I won't allow you to contact him in the future!" Meng Yanchen's voice was hoarse, but it carried a thick domineering and unquestionable tone.

No contact! Chu Qiao was stunned, Brother Tang was her friend, and there was really nothing else.

"Did you hear that!" Meng Yanchen saw her absent-mindedness, and suddenly felt angry in his heart, so he covered her lips.

This is not the first time Chu Qiao and Meng Yanchen have kissed, but this kiss has a strong sense of punishment. There was no gentleness, no intoxication, Meng Yanchen's teeth gnawed Chu Qiao's lips, and his tongue stirred her fiercely, with an aura of aggression.

Slowly, her lips seemed to be bitten by him, as a faint sweet smell began to fill their mouths. Chu Qiao wanted to dodge, but was imprisoned between the bed and his body by Meng Yanchen's hands, and there was nowhere to hide.

At this time, Chu Qiao began to be afraid.

Taking advantage of his breath, Chu Qiao's eyes were cowardly, and he asked, "Why? Why are you so angry? I just had a meal with him...... "Even if she was bought by him, she has her own life. What's more, she is just a tool for him to vent his desires, and he doesn't love her, which she is not unaware of.