President Sony Ericsson: Woman, you are mine

Chapter 882 President, Your Coffee

Chu Tiannan once sent Qin Mei home. She lived in a very remote place, and the place where she lived was very cheap. In his opinion, this girl had a lot of self-esteem, and she always thought she was not good enough for him. He won't let him hold her hand, and made a lot of rules when holding hands. Apart from not being allowed to provide her with any help at work, she is also not allowed in life.

Maybe she thought that living in that kind of place would hurt her self-esteem in front of him, so she didn't let him send her off.

After Chu Tiannan figured this out, he didn't insist anymore, he suddenly leaned over, his eyes were a bit malicious: "Meimei."

Qin Mei lowered her head almost like an ostrich: "What do you want to do?"

"I think, I think," he suddenly approached again, and acted directly.

Qin Mei opened her eyes wide, then slowly closed them.

The taxi stopped beside them, and Chu Tiannan sent her to the car.

As the car drove away, Qin Mei's cell phone rang.

Hang up the phone and say to the driver: "Master, turn ahead and go to..."

A luxury suite.

The man opened a bottle of cocktail and drank it slowly.

He heard the sound of the door opening, but he didn't turn his head, and continued to shake the wine, savoring the mellow wine slowly pouring into his throat.

A pair of delicate hands wrapped around his chest and rubbed slowly. The man's muscles swelled and exuded a masculine hormonal aura, which confused the woman.

The crimson lips evoked an evil smile: "Why, do you want it?"

The woman snorted and entangled her body.

The man raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, disgust flashed in his eyes, he pulled her hand away and threw it away, his voice was hoarse and magnetic: "How far is the matter?"

"Don't worry, I've used up what you gave me earlier," the woman didn't dare to be presumptuous after being waved away, but her hands still circled his back dishonestly, provocatively.

The man took out a bag of coffee-like powder from his pocket, "You know what to do next."

"Got it," the woman said in a delicate voice, she put away her things and was about to snuggle up, the man had already stood up, she lost her grip and almost fell down.

The man put down his wine glass, turned around and pinched the woman's small chin. Seeing the obsequious look on her face and the rolling eyes, he sneered: "I will reward you with the strongest cow tonight."

Then he picked up his coat and left.

……

After her son fell asleep, Xia Zimo lay on the big bed, flipping through a book.

After not watching for a while, Dongfang Chen threw off the quilt and lay down on it, smelling so heavy of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Honey, what are you doing..." Xia Zimo put down the book, and before he could turn around, he was rudely pulled away.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

Dongfang Chen's movements were rough, his body smelled of alcohol, his chest exuded a wild and rough breath, and he pushed up her nightdress with his big hands.

She curled her fingers in pain, and Dongfang Chen rarely treated her so rudely and directly.

Although he was eager every time, he was very gentle, afraid of hurting her half.

"Chen, you..."

It was as if he had changed into a different person, his eyes were like a ferocious leopard, he just focused on venting himself.

In the past few days, Xia Zimo tried her best to follow him and comfort him. She thought he was working in the study, but she didn't want him to treat her like this after drinking so much and smoking so much.

She sucked in her breath, still trying to cater to him.

I don't know how long it took for the storm-like devastation to subside.

"Chen," Xia Zimo pushed the man on her body, calling him softly: "Husband," and found that he was actually asleep.

Pushing Dongfang Chen aside, Xia Zimo sat up.

Under the light, her delicate skin was covered with bruises, several bruises on her chest, and red marks around her wrists.

Xia Zimo hugged her body and sat alone for a long time.

The next morning, when she finished her breakfast and brought it out, Dongfang Chen walked down fully dressed.

"Mo Mo, I feel much better today, I will go to the company after breakfast."

"Are you really okay?" Xia Zimo put down the tray and walked over anxiously, looking him up and down.

The suit is neat, the tie is neatly tied, and he is in good spirits. With a smile on his lips, he is back to the former handsome and overturning president of the East.

Seeing her nervous face, Dongfang Chen pinched her cheek with a smile: "Why, don't you want to part with me?" After speaking, he kissed her softly.

"No, husband, you..."

"What's wrong here?" Dongfang Chen saw the black and blue mark under her collarbone, reached out and pulled her collar away, frowning deeply: "How did you do it?"

Xia Zimo looked at him with wide eyes.

"I did it?" Dongfang Chen patted his head, then hugged her, gently kissed her on the cheek, and said to her softly: "I'm sorry, Momo."

The son was sent by Butler Lan to accompany his grandfather, and Xia Zimo went to the company with Dongfang Chen.

This man has been really abnormal recently, and she is very worried.

Dongfang Chen was sitting at his desk flipping through documents, while Xia Zimo was leaning on the sofa in the reception area and playing with his mobile phone, looking at him from time to time.

Her man's serious appearance is very sexy and charming, no wonder the little secretary is tempted, she even smiled when she thought about it.

Dongfang Chen entered the working state, and instinctively pressed the landline: "Secretary Qin, I want a cup of coffee."

coffee.

When Xia Zimo heard it, he immediately threw the phone and went out.

In the tea room, next to the espresso machine, Secretary Qin was making coffee deftly, and suddenly said, "Miss Qin is very good at making coffee."

The sudden voice startled the earnest Qin Mei. Looking back, she saw Xia Zimo standing behind her. Her expression quickly recovered, she bent down and called out, "Ma'am."

Xia Zimo watched behind her for a while. Qin Mei made coffee very professionally, as if she had received professional training.

"I had a job before, and I was also a secretary. I didn't know anything else, so I learned how to make coffee." Qin Mei replied in this way.

Xia Zimo nodded: "Go ahead, the president said he likes your coffee very much, teach me how to make it."

"It's an honor to teach my lady."

"Go on."

Qin Mei turned around and continued.

The coffee was brewed, and Xia Zimo brought it in.

Like a secretary, he put it on the table decently, bent over and said respectfully: "President, your coffee."

When Dongfang Chen saw that it was her, he smiled gracefully, picked it up and took a sip, and praised: "It tastes good."

At about twelve o'clock at noon, Qin Mei walked in, first called: "President," and then called to Xia Zimo: "Madam, do you want me to order food for you?"

"No need," Xia Zimo stared at her collar for a moment.

The secretaries are all in uniform professional attire, black skirt, high-necked white shirt, unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a slender and fair neck, which looks very elegant.

"Okay," she bent down again, and went out again.

Xia Zimo watched over Dongfang Chen all day long, and saw that he drank a cup of coffee in the morning, and when he went to work in the afternoon, he ordered another cup at two o'clock.

In short, as soon as he heard that he wanted coffee, Xia Zimo went out to learn from Qin Mei how to make the taste he likes.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, he actually wanted to order another drink.

(End of this chapter)