The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

The road in the bamboo forest was winding, rugged and narrow, and Meng Zimo could not run faster than a strong man.

Meng Zimo fell down on a slippery staircase out of panic. Her heart skipped a beat and her head went dizzy. When she came to her senses, she found herself sitting on the ground.

She slowly regained consciousness and gasped in pain.

The bamboo forest was damp and quiet late at night. She felt pain, cold and helpless in her thin clothes. She didn't think anyone would come to save her.

"Hey, why don't you run away?" There was only a little afterglow from the street lamps left here. Song Han stood in front of him with his sturdy body, directly blocking the little remaining light.

He stretched out his hand and grasped Meng Zimo's wrist tightly, feeling as if the wrist joint would break if he moved even the slightest.

Her face turned pale due to the pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared densely.

Meng Zimo sat on the ground. Song Han spat and pressed her to the ground, looking like he had given up hope. He looked around again and there was no possibility of getting out.

Otherwise, just be gentle and caring like this.

As soon as he thought of this, his other hand unconsciously reached out and grabbed Meng Zimo's fair neck.

"Ah! You, what are you doing?"

As soon as his hand touched her skin, Meng Zimo was frightened to death.

Meng Zimo used up her last bit of strength to move her body in another direction.

But Songhan's strong body is no joke.

She could feel the man's strong strength squeezing her delicate shoulders, and she felt like her bones were about to be crushed by him.

The man slowly lowered his head and prepared to do something, "Ah!" Meng Zimo screamed in surprise.

Song Han only felt that a force was restraining his neck, and even Meng Zimo, who was sitting on the ground, was pulled back.

Song Han pulled his collar with one hand, while he was reluctant to let go of Meng Zimo's shoulder with the other hand.

"Chen Yuye." Meng Zimo then opened her eyes and saw Chen Yuye, who was several heads taller than Song Han, standing behind him.

His fierce gaze was fixed on the back of Song Han's head.

It was as if he wanted to send him to see the King of Hell right now.

Only after hearing Meng Zimo's gentle voice did he put away his murderous ruthlessness.

Meng Zimo endured the pain in her feet and crashed directly into his arms.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry!" Chen Yuye hugged Meng Zimo with one hand, raised one leg with a fierce look on his face, and kicked Song Han on the waist.

Song Han knelt on the ground in pain, Chen Yuye still holding on to the back of his collar tightly.

"Cough," Song Han felt like he was about to suffocate.

There were sounds and lights in the darkness behind them until they got closer.

"I'm fine. Fortunately you came, otherwise I would have lost hope of survival."

Seeing him is hope, and he appears every time she is helpless.

"It's my fault. I didn't make good arrangements and put you in danger." After Chen Yuye handed the person over to my gangster, he turned around and looked tenderly at the little woman he hadn't seen for a long time.

Meng Zimo's hair was messy at the moment, and her clothes were wrinkled due to being dragged.

His fair face was covered in dirt, and he looked so miserable.

Meng Zimo didn't understand what he was saying, "What do you mean? Is someone targeting you?"

Looking at Chen Yuye's messy beard, he probably hasn't groomed himself properly for several days.

"It's okay, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. Let's go! Let's go down the mountain first."

"Okay." Chen Yuye carried Meng Zimo on his back and followed the main group down the mountain.

"Madam, the boss has been taken away."

Meng Ruyan had just hung up the phone and had no time to be happy that she had caught someone before she heard Song Han's personal bodyguard coming to report.

The bodyguards reported how Song Han was taken away by gangsters. One of the bodyguards who had been planning to rescue him had already been suppressed.

He was also taken away by them. He was no match for those people at all. Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining bodyguard did not take any more action.

"Waste, which direction are they going?"

Meng Ruyan angrily threw the phone at the bodyguard.

"I can't see clearly. They are going down the mountain now." The bodyguard reported timidly and looked at Meng Ruyan uneasily.

If Song Han was really arrested, the factory would not be able to operate at all, and Song Han would have to handle all matters, big and small, by himself.

After Chen Yuye and his group went down the mountain, Song Han was locked up in a gangster jail.

"Who are you?" Song Han pulled at the iron gate and shook it continuously.

"The one who collects your body." Gang members never say much, this is a rule repeatedly set within the gang.

You may not understand the principle that too much talk will lead to mistakes, but you must know the rules.

In the past two years, the gangs have been doing their work very covertly. They no longer get involved in meaningless fights. If they do their job well, they will get their rewards on time.

Chen Yuye arranged things for them abroad. If Meng Zimo hadn't been about to get into trouble, they could have set off abroad immediately.

So now the gangs hate people like Song Han who are in the way.

Then you can still talk to him in a nice voice.

After Chen Yuye sent Meng Zimo home, he arranged for Xu Zhi to bring food.

Her ankle felt much better after being massaged by the potion and was only slightly sprained.

After eating, Meng Zimo slowly walked upstairs and prepared to tidy herself up.

After all, he came back covered in dust and dirt, and only wanted to eat because he was so hungry. Otherwise, according to Meng Zimo's personality, she would definitely take a shower before eating.

When Xu Zhi saw Meng Zimo go upstairs and close the door, he reported quietly, "Boss Chen, how should we deal with that person?"

"Have you found out the identity of the person who came?" Chen Yuye asked lightly. He was sitting on the sofa with cold air all around him.

"You guessed it right. President Chen is indeed a master of foresight." Xu Zhi went to check, and found that it was exactly the same as Chen Yuye's guess.

Chen Yuye didn't say anything. His brows were furrowed, his lips were pursed, and a bony hand was rubbing back and forth on his lips.

After a long while, he looked at Xu Zhi with deep eyes, "If you touch my woman, I will handle it as I wish. I will be responsible for the rest. Do this for me." He stopped abruptly and spoke again in a very cold voice, "Clean and neat. I don't want to see something like this happen again."

"Okay." Looking at Chen Yuye's death-like eyes, Xu Zhi felt like he was suffocating.

It's already two o'clock in the morning.

"Honey, are you done with your work?"

Chen Yuye was just sighing and rubbing his brows when a delicate cry was heard from the stairs.

The word "husband" blew away all Chen Yuye's tiredness.

The man, whose mouth corners were drooping just now, now has their mouth corners folded to the back of his head.

"coming."

The next morning.

A male body found outside the DreamWorks factory sparked news reports.

The photo of Meng Ruyan crying over the corpse went viral on the Internet.

But Meng Zhezhong still hasn't shown up.

After Xu Zhi left Chen Yuye last night, he asked all the gang members to rush to Country K on a private plane.

After dealing with Song Han in Country K, they began to secretly investigate Meng Zhezhong.

If he is involved in this matter, he will not be able to escape the disaster.

Chen Yuye can no longer tolerate these people who hurt those around him and threaten him.

Meng Ruyan had not recovered from her sadness until the afternoon, when Meng Zhezhong called her.

As soon as she picked up the phone, Meng Ruyan couldn't help crying again, "Dad, wuwu, Songhan is dead, dad, what should I do? I, I'm a widow."

Meng Ruyan never thought until her death that her husband would die at such a young age.

Still no evidence of the body was found.

Even the police are powerless.

"I know, I've seen the news. You, stop doing things and live a good life!" Meng Zhezhong's tone was a little heavy. He didn't want to harm his child anymore.

Meng's mother had a sad face every day, and Meng Hao's affairs directly dragged down both of them.

Now Menghao is still lying in the intensive care unit because he was cut open.

The fear and physical pain scared Meng Hao to the point of being on his last breath. If Meng Zhezhong had gone to the police station a step later, he might have really lost his son.