After Meng Yanchen hurriedly finished talking with Director Zhang, he sat in Bentley and waited for Chu Qiao to come back from his lunch break.

The slender and powerful fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically, and suddenly, stopped moving, and stared sharply at Chu Qiao, who was walking towards the building.

She seemed to be in a good mood, the smile on her lips was faint, but warm as the afternoon sun.

Did she forget the terms of the agreement? It seemed that she had eaten happily just now, but a wave of anger could not help but rise in his heart. Never before has a woman bought so arrogant, dare to play with herself again and again?

His throat tightened, his eyes darkened, and he pressed the horn on the steering wheel.

"Horn ......"

Chu Qiao was carrying his bag and was about to walk towards the revolving door, when he suddenly heard a piercing horn, and hurriedly looked back, and through the dark glass window, he saw Meng Yanchen with a cold face. Through a glass window, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt that he looked like he was angry!

What the hell was he angry about? thought to himself, the man who made him angry was going to be out of luck! She subconsciously lowered her head and stuck out her little tongue.

Meng Yanchen's eyes were stunned. He didn't regret it at all, and stuck his tongue out at him defiantly. Meng Yanchen pulled the tie around his neck, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, Bentley quickly drove towards Chu Qiao, but stopped steadily in front of Chu Qiao.

"Chu Qiao, get me in the car!" his voice was angry and cold, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the seemingly confused woman in front of him.

"Doing, doing what?" Chu Qiao asked hesitantly, his feet taking a few steps back in disobedience.

"Do what a lover should do!" Meng Yanchen's voice was hoarse, and the anger in his eyes was churning: "Have you forgotten? Now that I need this, why don't you want to?" raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously ruffian, but still handsome and resolute.

Chu Qiaogen's heart was cold, but he said, "No...... No, I still have to go to work in the afternoon!"

"I'm the president of the company, and everyone in the company has to listen to me, especially you!" Meng Yanchen chuckled lowly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Oh, yes!

As for her, she was even less qualified to refuse his request. She nodded, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as he sat down, Bentley sped away from the Mont Building.

In the car.

The car was driving very fast, and before Chu Qiao could tie his seat belt, he leaned forward, his mind was gray, and he shouted, "Yanchen, you drive slowly...... I'm scared! Slow, slow!"

The corners of Meng Yanchen's mouth rippled with a narrow arc, but the accelerator under his feet did not loosen at all.

"Please...... I'm sick to death" Chu Qiao only felt dizzy and dizzy, and his stomach was very uncomfortable.

She suddenly wanted to cry. She was human, and 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 the sake of his father, he was still despised by him, and he was played with at will like a puppet doll.

Chu Qiao hugged his stomach tightly, his teeth pressed against his lips, and he stopped pleading.

Meng Yanchen didn't hear the sound, her eyes looked at Chu Qiao, but she saw that her originally red little face suddenly became a little pale, obviously uncomfortable to death, but she no longer begged for mercy, as if she was silently enduring it.

There was a distress in his heart that he hadn't even noticed, and a thick anger, which made Meng Yanchen feel a little inexplicable, but when he thought about it, the speed of the car slowly slowed down.

He told himself: forget it now, when you get to the villa later, you must not let her go easily!