MTL - Accidentally Entangled with the Rich-Chapter 19

"Master Wang?"

In the black off-road, Meng Yungui looked up at Wang An.

"Boss Meng."

Wang An looked at Meng Yungui, then turned to look at Zhou Guanghui, who had already walked to Meng Yungui's car with his belongings. The brief contact of the eyes brought anger to Wang An's eyes.

"Shall we eat together?"

Zhou Guang looked into Wang An's eyes.

Wang An's Adam's apple was rolling. He was wearing a light-colored shirt, standing in the sun, and his hair was soaked in sweat for a moment. The veins on his forehead were obvious, he looked away at Meng Yungui in the car: "You—"

"Wang An." Zhou Shiguang was very calm at that moment, she pursed her lower lip: "It's very hot, do you want to eat together?"

Meng Yungui didn't get out of the car, he lit a cigarette and put it on his lips.

"Your friend is Mr. Meng?"

Wang An moved his lower lip, staring at Zhou Guangguang's eyes.

"Um."

Zhou Guang turned to pull the car door, but he didn't open it for a while. Meng Yungui sat in the car and stared at her with deep dark eyes. Zhou Guang's face flushed red, he squeezed his fingers and looked at Meng Yungui.

"Boss Meng?"

Looking at each other for a short time, Zhou Guang felt a chill in his back and his clothes stuck to his body.

With a soft click, the car door was unlocked, and Zhou Guang's face was burning hot. With his head down, he opened the car door and put the clothes bag in, pursed his lower lip, and turned to face Wang An.

Meng Yungui opened the car door and got off from the other side, with a cigarette still in his slender fingers, he smiled and looked at Wang An: "What's wrong?"

Wang An looked at Meng Yungui silently, and laughed after a while.

"It's okay, you guys are busy."

He clenched his fists tightly, looked at Zhou Shiguang, turned around and opened the car door and sat in, suppressing all his anger: "I will treat you to dinner later when I have time."

"OK."

Meng Yungui waved his hand.

Wang An stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out, and the exhaust fumes raised Zhou Guang's face.

"what happened?"

In the hot air, the smile on Meng Yungui's face disappeared, and he narrowed his black eyes slightly to stare at Zhou Guangguang.

"I happened to meet Wang An and chatted for a while." Zhou Guang calmed down, he was all human, what was she afraid of Meng Yungui? Even though he comforted himself so much in his heart, he was still uncontrollably nervous. "Where are you going to eat?"

Meng Yungui looked at her for a while, and Zhou Guangzi had already sat in the car by himself, snorted, extinguished the cigarette **** and threw it into the trash can by the side of the road, turned around and got in the car. The car was very quiet, only the sound of the air conditioner.

Zhou Guang lowered his head and took out a tissue from his bag to wipe his hands. There was a big living person sitting next to him, and the carriage was very oppressive.

As the car started, the faint smell of tobacco wafted over Meng Yungui's body, lingering in Zhou Guang's breath.

There was a tense silence, the car drove out for about five minutes, Zhou Guang turned to look at Meng Yungui. His cold facial features are well-defined, and there is a perfect streamlined arc from the chin to the Adam's apple. The neckline of the black shirt was spread out, revealing a small piece of wheat-colored skin. He sat upright, the hem of the shirt was tied into the belt, and the proper shirt outlined a perfect, lean and strong waist.

"Look at what?"

His voice brought Zhou Guang back to his senses, and he raised his head to meet Meng Yungui's eyes. The black eyes were piercing and sharp, and Zhou Guang was stunned for a moment, strong and calm: "It's nothing."

Meng Yungui took a deep look at her, then turned his gaze away to look ahead. After driving for half an hour, he was silent, how could Zhou Guang open his mouth for words? The atmosphere was very depressing.

The car stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant, Meng Yungui got out of the car and Zhou Shiguang quickly followed.

Hugging the thigh requires a clear goal, and hugs quickly and firmly without letting go.

After entering the restaurant, the waiter stepped forward to receive him. Meng Yungui reported the room number and turned around suddenly. Zhou Guang almost bumped into him, and hurriedly took two steps back and looked up at Meng Yungui.

"Mr. Meng?"

"I will remember this matter today, and I will count it later."

To put it lightly, Zhou Guang's face changed drastically.

"I-"

"No need to explain."

Meng Yungui turned and walked upstairs, walking steadily with his long legs, Zhou Guang stared at his straight back, not knowing whether to follow or turn around and leave. Swallowing his throat, Meng Yungui stood on the stairs and turned his head before making a decision.

"Want me to carry you up?"

Zhou Guang's heart trembled, and he hurried up.

Walking one after another, his footsteps seemed to be stepping on his own heart, and only Zhou Guang knew the feeling of it.

He entered the box first, just as Zhou Guang walked to the door and looked in, he was taken aback for a moment.

Cheng Zihan?

"President Meng, Miss Zhou."

Cheng Zihan bent slightly to shake hands with Meng Yungui, and then greeted Zhou Guang.

"sit."

"You're welcome."

Meng Yungui glanced at Zhou Guang, and Zhou Guang quickly sat on the chair next to him. Cheng Zihan asked the waiter to pass the menu. He was already handsome, but his smile made him even more handsome.

"President Meng is rarely free."

"That's not true." Meng Yungui flipped through the menu and ordered two dishes, then tossed them to Zhou Guang beside him: "I order whatever I like, I'm not an outsider."

Zhou Guang looked up at Cheng Zihan, he just glanced at himself and then looked away, continuing to chat with Meng Yungui.

Maybe it's not surprising, after all, there was Shen Mengfei before, so Meng Yungui must have such a reputation in the circle. Some things really don't dare to think too much, especially when eating, it is easy to feel sick.

Zhou Guang didn't refuse, so he ordered a few dishes he liked.

"I've been busy all the time, and I haven't been busy for a reason." Meng Yungui leaned back on the chair, lit a cigarette in a leisurely posture, squinted his eyes, took a puff, and slowly exhaled: "How is the company?"

"good."

Zhou Guang guessed in his heart Meng Yungui's intention for bringing her here, but he didn't mention anything until the meal was over. However, Cheng Zihan's attitude was quite strange, he was very respectful towards Meng Yungui, maybe there was something he could ask for?

Meng Yungui took a sip of tea, raised his hand casually on the chair behind Zhou Guang, and nodded. Zhou Guang's whole body was tense, and she didn't know what to do to react normally. After struggling for a while, she picked up the teacup and drank it in one go.

After the meal, Meng Yungui bid farewell to Cheng Zihan, and Zhou Guang stood beside him tactfully.

"Goodbye, Mr. Cheng."

After getting into Meng Yungui's car, Zhou Shiguang pursed his lips. From Cheng Zihan's words just now, it seemed that there was a drama that needed investment, so he rolled his eyes.

"He will come to you."

Meng Yungui started the car: "Seat belt."

Zhou Guang hurriedly pulled the seat belt buckle on, Meng Yungui had already driven the car out, his face was expressionless, and he was focused on the road ahead. "You need an agency now."

Zhou Guang pursed his lower lips: "Thank you."

Meng Yungui snorted, noncommittal.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Guang thought that he would put himself down at that subway station, but Meng Yungui drove all the way to the front of the villa. The car stopped, and Zhou Guang glanced at him.

"You don't go to work?"

"Is this something you should worry about?" Meng Yungui unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and stepped down. Zhou Guang was choked up, and didn't dare to say any more, and got out of the car with his belongings.

Entering the door, the temperature in the room is suitable and very comfortable. Zhou Guang put his things in the porch, opened the slippers he just bought and changed into them, then turned around and went to the kitchen to pour water. Holding it out, Meng Yungui sat on the sofa with a golden knife, squinting his eyes and looking at Zhou Guangguang.

Zhou Guang's hair is black and smooth, her eyes are black and white, she has always been afraid of herself.

Meng Yungui snorted and watched Zhou Guang put the cup in front of him.

"Drink water?"

He didn't speak, and raised his hand to unbutton a shirt.

Zhou Guang drank half a glass of water, the atmosphere here was really depressing, but she didn't know where to go. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Watching TV?"

"come over."

Meng Yungui didn't go to pick up the water glass, but still looked at her.

Zhou Guang felt hairy and a little scared.

"Mr. Meng?"

"Is there a hearing problem?" Meng Yungui's voice did not contain any warmth, and then he unbuttoned a shirt button with his fingers, leaning lazily on the sofa.

Zhou Guang bit the bullet and sat down one meter away from him, swallowed his throat, and looked up at him.

Meng Yungui sat up straight, looked sideways at Zhou Guangguang, and his tone became cold: "Can I eat you?"

"I'm afraid I'll disturb you—" Zhou Guangwei defended himself, his arms tightened before he finished speaking, and Meng Yungui pulled her over before she could recover and fell on his lap. Meng Yungui lowered his head and kissed Zhou Guangguang's lips, with a fierce aura, he drove straight in. Zhou Guang was forced to raise his head to bear it, his strength was overbearing, Zhou Guang wanted to escape but he couldn't get rid of his hand no matter what, his lips and tongue were numb.

It took Meng Yungui a while to let her go, Zhou Guangguang's eyes blurred and he gasped for breath, his fingers tightly clutching Meng Yungui's shirt.

Meng Yungui paused for a moment, his black eyes darkened, turned around and pushed Zhou Guang on the sofa. Leaning over to take off her clothes, Zhou Guang felt dizzy and dizzy. Before he could react, a big hand poked in from under the hem of her clothes and walked over her body.

"Mr. Meng—"

With the rubbing of his hand, Zhou Guang's hairs stood on end. Nervous and fearful, the tearing pain from last night is still fresh in my memory, swollen and uncomfortable, and I still can't close my legs today.

"Um?"

Meng Yungui stopped, scratching Zhou Guang's chin, cheeks and lips with rough fingers.

"explain."

Zhou Guang pursed his lips, and he pressed on top of him, he could see all Zhou Guang's movements.

Her face was flushed, and shame and shame were running side by side in her heart.

"I—" She swallowed, and Meng Yungui's thumb pressed against the main artery in her neck.

Zhou Guang's complexion changed, his fear suddenly suppressed Pentium's shame, and he almost cried.

"It hurts—" Zhou Shiguang could only pretend to be pitiful, she was stronger than Meng Yungui: "It hurts a lot last night, I don't want to, Mr. Meng." These words were too shameful, she forced herself to look into Meng Yungui's eyes. "Is it okay in a few days?"

Meng Yungui narrowed his eyes, his fingers still perseveringly unbuttoned her blouse. Zhou Guang didn't dare to move, his hot and hard body was tightly pressed against his thigh.

The fool also knew what it was, Zhou Guang swallowed his throat.

"Mr. Meng—"

Meng Yungui didn't stop, he spent a week on the sofa. Leaning down to go deeper, Zhou Guang cried out and grabbed the sofa under him tightly with his fingers. He stared down at Zhou Guang's eyes, his black eyes were cold and cold.

"I don't beat women, but it's not that I can't cure you. Don't be smart."