CEO's Vigorous Pursuit Of Wife

She was filled with resentment, but there was nowhere for her to say it. She could only rush into the kitchen and boil the porridge.

She had always been docile and obedient in front of him, but that was only because she didn't want to make things difficult for him. She had her own temper. She would be angry, she would complain, she would chatter.

Outside the apartment, the black Cadillac sped away. Zhuang Shili, who was sitting in the back seat, looked up and forgot about the apartment that was getting farther and farther away. He pulled his tie and turned on the computer to read the news.

If he hadn't seen her at the airport yesterday, he would have forgotten that he had bought such a young but pure and sweet lover. Blame her for being too quiet.

He remembered that he had promised her a week to prepare for her brother's departure, but she had been so obedient that she hadn't contacted him for a week.

If it were any other woman, she would have gladly stuck by his side twenty-four hours a day. If he had not paid any attention to this matter for a week, they would have chased him relentlessly, coming close to him at all costs.

What surprised him even more was that the sight of her lowering her head in the airport had given him the urge to do so.

He thought it must be because he had been so busy on a business trip and hadn't touched a woman for so long. That young and immature appearance was not his type at all. At that time, he must have gone mad in order to buy her.

After sending her back here, he busied himself in the dark.

At around 10 PM, he finished dealing with the company's matters. Rubbing his slightly tired brow, he grabbed his coat, casually placed it on his shoulder and prepared to leave.

A set of cold keys on his desk caught his attention, and he frowned slightly, remembering that he had told her that he was going to visit her at night.

After all, he was alone when he returned. Thinking of his reaction to her during the day, his mouth curled up in interest as he picked up the key and left in a cool manner.

When the car arrived at her apartment building, he checked his watch: ten-thirty.

Her slender fingers tapped the keyboard rhythmically. At this point, if it were any other woman, the phone would have rang incessantly.

And this woman still hadn't made any movements. He couldn't help but guess whether she was playing some sort of trick to capture him or not.

It was just that he did not expect that when he opened the door and entered, what greeted him was not sexy pajamas, nor was it an extremely romantic and ambiguous light. Instead, it was a room filled with ice-cold darkness.

He turned on the light angrily and searched the entire room. When he was sure there was no one around, he threw his jacket onto the sofa and sat down with a dark expression on his face.

Annoyed, he stretched out his slender legs and casually placed them on the tea table. When he lifted his head, he suddenly saw the pair of shoes that looked dirty and ugly to him. He was too angry just now so he didn't have the time to look carefully.

If this woman didn't know of his preferences, then don't randomly buy it. Why didn't she give him a call before buying it?

Hateful Hate took out his phone and dialed her number. It was only after a long time did someone pick up. His anger deepened a bit, and his handsome face became so dark that it made people shudder.

After a long while, the call connected. Her cute and soft voice came out of the receiver.

"Hey …"

"Where are you?"

he asked angrily.

"My friend is sick and in the hospital. I'm taking care of her in the hospital …"

Before she could finish, he was so angry that he hung up the phone.

He promised that if she were in front of him right now, he would crush her neck. He had always been aloof and aloof, always trying to please him. In the world of business and politics, who wouldn't be respectful when they saw him?

Especially those women, they really wanted to urge him to not let go. How could he, who was used to being praised by the stars, be ignored like this? It was understandable that he had the urge to kill someone.

However, when he heard her soft and innocent voice, he wanted to roar out, but he could do anything to deserve it. However, he reckoned that even if he roared, the other side would be so scared that they would throw the phone away. Thus, he decided to just hang up.

He kicked off his slippers, grabbed his coat and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he stopped and casually put his hands into his pockets. He turned around, narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up this clean and tidy room.

There seemed to be very few things that belonged to her. Other than some old books that were neatly placed on the shelves in the study, he randomly picked one and lazily leaned against the wall as he flipped through it.

It seemed like she was reading very carefully. There were many places where she marked her thoughts. There were some that were excited, some that were praising, some that were sad … The fine handwriting was as pure and sweet as her own.

However, when he saw those words, his expression abruptly darkened.

"If you want to love a man, you must have a warm and plain relationship. You can be together without saying a word." The words from the book were clearly outlined, and next to her was a simple note, "So close to my heart!"

It seemed like she really liked those words, but he immediately threw the book into the bookshelf as if he was holding a hot potato. He mockingly smiled. Indeed, it was the thoughts of a 17-18 year old girl.

He walked to the master bedroom, his long fingers picking up the pajamas she threw on the bed. The conservative style made him frown, the hem of his shirt was even a little off, his handsome eyebrows were deeply knitted, his big hands were raised, and the pajamas in his hands flew towards the trash can in the corner in a beautiful parabola.

As if he couldn't believe it, he turned around and opened the wardrobe behind him. There were very few clothes inside, which made his face darken and sink.

This woman might have been different. If it had been any other woman, the entire bedroom would probably have been full of clothes.

The big bed was covered with new sheets, and the air smelled of sunlight.

He suddenly felt sleepy. Seeing the large bed covered in purple petals, he could not help but walk towards it. He tore off his black tie and comfortably stretched his limbs on the bed.