Hidden marriage and love, the president is super domineering

Looking at Ye Yuhan's sleeping face, Mu Xiaoya was a little lost in thought. I have to say that Ye Yuhan's appearance is very handsome. When he fell asleep, his usual domineering feeling faded away, and he looked much gentler.

The bushy eyebrows, dark pupils, high nose bridge, thin lips, and sharp-edged outline made Ye Yuhan look particularly masculine, supporting Ye at such a young age.

Mu Xiaoya remembered what her mother once said: People with thin lips are more heartless.

"Have you seen enough?" Ye Yuhan opened his eyes and looked straight at Mu Xiaoya, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Mu Xiaoya blushed, looked away, got out of bed in a hurry, and ran out.

Ye Yuhan looked at Mu Xiaoya's back, feeling in a good mood, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Mu Xiaoya returned to her bedroom and hurriedly changed her clothes. Looking at the time, it was already ten o'clock. If she was late for such a long time, the director would know about it and she would definitely be scolded.

As a result, as soon as Mu Xiaoya came to the office, the director's assistant came over, saying that the director had something to call on him, and asked her to go over now. As Mu Xiaoya walked, she was thinking about making up a reasonable reason later.

When Mu Xiaoya entered, she thought that Director Li must have a dark face, but he didn't expect him to invite her to sit on the sofa with a smile.

"Xiao Mu, you have worked hard. I went to follow up the project early in the morning. Mr. Ye even called to praise you personally."

Mu Xiaoya's thoughts immediately turned back and forth, she didn't expect him to be so kind all of a sudden, did the sun come out from the west today?Ye Yuhan felt weird this morning, why did he let himself go so easily?He didn't say anything ugly.

"It's okay, this is what I should do." Mu Xiaoya said with a smile.

"That matter... I have wronged you." Director Li paused for a moment, then reached out and patted Mu Xiaoya's shoulder.

"I'm not wronged." Even if I'm wronged, what can I do? For the company's interests, the company won't even bat an eye at sacrificing a little girl.

"The director, I'll go to work first." Mu Xiaoya stood up.

"Go."

After leaving the director's office, Mu Xiaoya went back to her own company. Because of her own affairs, she delayed a lot of work, so she called Xiao Lu and Yu Yang and asked them to come to the office.

"I'm sorry, my personal issues have dragged everyone down these two days." Mu Xiaoya said solemnly.

"It's okay." Yu Yang felt that Mu Xiaoya was being too polite, and besides, there was no serious problem, so Manager Zhang didn't say anything.

"Then let's start, Xiaolu and Xiaoyang, tell me what you think about the design of this villa?" Mu Xiaoya raised her head from the information and glanced at the two of them.

"I think it should be designed according to the preferences of the elderly."

"I don't agree. Although that villa is far from the city center, rich people have private cars now. Who cares about the distance?" Yu Yang immediately refuted Zhang Lu's idea.

"I think what Yu Yang said makes sense." Mu Xiaoya nodded, agreeing with Yu Yang's statement.

The three of them never left the office except for lunch, and they discussed it until they were about to get off work in the afternoon. Gu Qing knocked on the door to remind them that it was time to get off work. They suddenly realized that they picked up their phones and saw that it was already 06:30. It was half an hour after work, and after Gu Qing reminded them, they also left.

"That's it. Today's discussion is here, I already have a preliminary design concept." Mu Xiaoya walked back to the desk, packed her things and prepared to go home.

"Okay, let's go then." Zhang Lu pushed Yu Yang out and closed the door by the way.

It was already seven o'clock when Mu Xiaoya returned home. She thought Ye Yuhan was not at home, but saw the lights on in the villa, Mu Xiaoya parked the car, walked out of the entrance to change her slippers, her eyes froze suddenly.

On the shoe rack, Ye Yuhan's slippers were quietly placed in place, and there were no leather shoes he had replaced. Ye Yuhan would change his shoes every time he went home, could it be...

Mu Xiaoya tightly held the bag in her hand, and walked lightly. When she walked to the living room, she found no one there. Then she looked upstairs, returned to the entrance, and pulled out a golf club from her golf bag.

Mu Xiaoya put her bag on the sofa, and went upstairs cautiously, her palms were beaded with sweat from nervousness.

Mu Xiaoya was about to push open Ye Yuhan's bedroom door, but found the sound of turning things over in the study. Mu Xiaoya was tightly holding the club in her hand. She had never been in Ye Yuhan's study. Their company had a relationship with Ye's. Cooperation, she'd better avoid suspicion.

The door of the study room was not closed. Mu Xiaoya felt that it might be a commercial spy, and she probably didn't have a knife in her hand. She secretly encouraged herself and carefully pushed open the door of the study room. A black figure was rummaging for something beside the desk.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when his back was turned to her, Mu Xiaoya quickly ran in, raised the cue and smashed it down with her eyes closed, but felt as if the cue was caught by that person.

"Do you want to murder your husband?" Ye Yuhan's cool voice came from the bottom of his head.

Hearing Ye Yuhan's voice, Mu Xiaoya immediately opened her eyes. Ye Yuhan held the cue in mid-air tightly with one hand, and looked at her with a gloomy expression.

"How do I know it's you?" Mu Xiaoya stared, and immediately retorted, letting go of the club in her hand.

"This is my home, but who am I? Your lover?" Ye Yuhan asked aggressively.

"Ye Yuhan, you are unreasonable. I thought you were a thief." After speaking, he walked towards the door.

What kind of person, if it is really a commercial spy, let's see what he will do.

"Have you ever seen a thief flip through documents?" Ye Yuhan obviously didn't believe it.

He knew in his heart that Mu Xiaoya probably didn't know it was him, so she hit him with a cue, but for some reason, she just wanted to say these things to make her angry.

"What you want to think is your business, up to you."

Mu Xiaoya ran back to her bedroom, closed the door vigorously with a bang, and silently told Ye Yuhan how much anger was piling up in her heart at this moment.

Ye Yuhan also walked out with the documents in his hand, stood at the door of the study, glanced complicatedly at Mu Xiaoya's bedroom door, and went downstairs again.

He came home today to pick up an urgent document, and was about to leave when he suddenly felt someone behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Mu Xiaoya's eyes were closed, and the cue in her hand was slammed down.

If he hadn't reacted, he would probably be on his way to the hospital by now.

Ye Yuhan was sitting in the meeting room, his thoughts drifted away, thinking of Mu Xiaoya closing her eyes just now, with a face bravely facing death, she thought it was funny, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously twitched slightly.

The people sitting below saw Ye Yuhan's raised mouth and looked at Ye Yuhan like a monster. Is the CEO smiling?

Usually, no one can see through the mood of the president. Sometimes, when the anger is already raging in his heart, he can still talk without changing his expression.

For them, the most difficult part of the week is that when the president holds a routine meeting, if he is not satisfied with one part, he has to redo everything until the president is satisfied, especially his eyes, which make people feel trembling .

Everyone at the table silently thanked those who made the president feel good. It was not easy to show the president's happiness on his face.

Sitting on the bed, Mu Xiaoya looked viciously at the doll under her, and from time to time stretched out her fist to hit it hard, muttering unceasingly.

A burst of cell phone ringing came from the bag next to the bed, and Mu Xiaoya got out of bed to answer the phone: "Ruoxi."

"Xiaoya, you... are you okay?" Han Ruoxi said hesitantly.

"I'm fine, but why did I go home that night?" Mu Xiaoya asked her doubts, Han Ruoxi couldn't possibly know about Ye Yuhan's villa!

"It was your husband who brought you back, don't you know?" Han Ruoxi raised her voice and exclaimed.

So he followed her all that day?
"Oh, by the way, Ruoxi, do you have time tomorrow? I want to talk to you." Mu Xiaoya hurriedly changed the subject.

"Tomorrow...I'll take a look." Han Ruoxi walked to the bedroom, and took out the notebook in the drawer, which was full of the itinerary of the last few days.

Han Ruoxi looked at September 9th, which is tomorrow: "I'm going to audition tomorrow morning, and I'm going back to my parents' house in the afternoon. It will take about three hours. I have time after four o'clock."

"Okay, call me then."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Xiaoya felt a little hungry, and wanted to go downstairs to find something to eat. When she opened the refrigerator, she only saw vegetables, and there was no cooked food other than vegetables.

It's impossible to order takeout, that is to say, there are three choices in front of Mu Xiaoya, either cook by herself, or call Ye Yuhan to bring it, or go hungry...

It's absolutely impossible for Ye Yu to be cold, she doesn't want to go up to him and scold him, it's not practical to go hungry all night, after all, it's only eight o'clock, so she has to do it herself.

Mu Xiaoya took out some easy-to-cook vegetables from the refrigerator, washed them and cut them up. The only thing she was lucky about was that Ye Yuhan had cooking tools at home.

Cooking is trivial to her, but looking at the dishes on the cutting board is a bit difficult.

Trying to recall how my mother cooked for herself at that time, then turned on the fire, poured oil into the pot, then put salt, and finally put all the chopped vegetables in the pan.

When Mu Xiaoya brought out the dishes from the kitchen and put them on the table one by one, they looked pretty good, at least they weren't overcooked. As for the taste...

Mu Xiaoya served the meal enthusiastically, sat on the dining table, looked at the dishes on the table, stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a tomato, chewed a few bites, sweet?

Mu Xiaoya was puzzled, she didn't put sugar, could it be... Maybe she confused sugar with salt, and the other dishes... She looked at the other dishes thinkingly.

He took out his chopsticks and took a sip, his pretty little face wrinkled tightly, telling how the food was unpalatable.

Mu Xiaoya put down her chopsticks and lay down on the table discouragedly. Looking at the white rice in front of her, she was very depressed. Next time I go home, I must learn how to cook a few dishes from Mrs. Zhang, otherwise I will starve to death in Ye's house sooner or later. .