Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

The two people who accidentally entangled on the sofa were already too close.

Some different emotions fermented between the two.

Su Qing dragged her husband, then her son, and left the living room quietly.

What about Qiao Muer?

When she realized that everything was the bitter time of Yue Zheng, she had been pushed over by the man on the large sofa.

"Yue Zheng, you lied to me..." Qiao Mu'er frowned and stared at the man who pressed her under him.

His eyes were so dark and blue, and he fixed on her face motionlessly: "I didn't lie to you. It is true to kneel and to marry you... Muer, okay to marry me?"

"You, the more Zheng... Don't be like this..." Qiao Mu'er's voice stuck in her throat, the more Zheng she couldn't bear.

She has never seen such a soulful Yue Zheng.

What he said in the past would make her doubt, make her dare not believe, dare not love.

But at this moment, seeing the starry light in his eyes, she knew that everything he said was true.

She knew it since he was proud to kneel upright in front of her family.

Such a proud man, instead of being forced to kneel, what does that kneeling represent—it's just that Qiao Muer didn't dare to think about it, not that she didn't understand.

"It's An An, I like to hear you call me An An."

The man's voice was low and deep, and he said completely irrelevant things to her.

An An, An An...

It's been years since I heard her call him like this.

The girl who used to chase after him was almost lost by him.

He wants to hear her call him An An again.

"I..." A layer of mist quickly rose up under Qiao Mu'er's eyes, and her throat became even more dry and dumb, making no sound.

The two words ‘An’an’, once said so skillfully, how difficult it becomes now.

I don't know since when, "An An" has become a name that can only be pronounced when she is drunk or in a dream.

Yue Zheng's deep ice blue eyes looked at her for an instant, "Mu'er, call me."

His voice is magnetically low, mixed with soft, soft noises.

The entanglement between the two people toss and turns, Yue Zheng knows, it is between this name.

As long as Muer is willing to call him "An An" again, it means she is willing to let go of her heart knot.

As long as the knot is open, they still have a chance.

There has never been a moment when Yue Zheng was so sober and calm.

He is not jealous, angry, intimidating, or compelling. He just stares at Mu'er with encouraging eyes, waiting for her to adapt slowly, and slowly shouting out——

Qiao Mu'er's soft pink lips opened and closed, and the two words had to be spit out several times, and several times stuck on the tip of the tongue.

Until time passed, Qiao Muer still did not speak.

Yue Zheng's eyes full of anticipation gradually darkened, and he finally realized that he had missed something. Mu'er really couldn't say it, she could no longer call him ‘An An’.

"It's okay, we can take it slowly..." Not to be forced, Yue Zheng told himself.

He muttered and comforted, but as soon as he spoke, he heard a faint mosquito voice coming from-"Ann..."

Yue Zheng was suddenly startled, and looked down at the villain in his arms: "What did you call me just now?"

Did Muer call him "An An"?

Mu'er's voice was so small and soft, he wasn't even sure for a while whether she was calling out those words.

"An An..." Qiao Mu'er's voice was not sure yet, and she trembled slightly.

The joy in Yue Zheng's eyes had already poured out. He pinched Qiao Mu'er's round and lovely little chin, and pecked at her soft lips: "Mu'er, call again..."