The president's private treasure

  The taxi stopped at the entrance of the villa area, and Wan Qing took out her wallet to pay. Although she told Xu Kewei that living expenses were already included in the tuition fees, Xu Kewei still gave her 300 yuan, saying that when going out, one cannot be penniless.

  She thought of coming over here and took 100 yuan to pay for the taxi fare. As a result, Xu Kewei said that 100 yuan was not enough and insisted that she take 200 yuan.

  She carefully found the change, took her luggage and slowly walked towards the house. Although it was a cloudy day, it was still quite sultry, by the time she reached the villa entrance, she had already broken out in a sweat, which made her feel very uncomfortable with her clothes sticking to her body.

  Back here, Wan Qing was a bit nervous, and thinking of Mu Tianyang coming back from work... the scene from a few days ago appeared in her mind, that day he really went crazy, almost killing her.

  She knew his ferocity and that she couldn't escape. Besides, he had called her over that day, so she naturally didn't dare disobey. If he hadn't said anything, she could have pretended not to know and gone straight to school.

  As she walked into the house, she suddenly saw Mu Tianyang sitting on the sofa and was startled. Didn't he go to work?

  Mu Tianyang was looking down at the newspaper, thinking to himself, would she come back? He had been sitting here since yesterday. The day after tomorrow was the start of classes, and she would probably arrive a day or two in advance. He was afraid that she would come, he was afraid that he would miss her... But hadn't she already said "no", and hadn't he agreed, so surely she wouldn't be coming?

  It's just a fantasy.

  Suddenly hearing the sound, he lifted his head and saw her standing at the entrance with a suitcase, holding her breath, fearing that she was fake, an illusion, and one breath would blow her away.

  She didn't expect him to be at home and was momentarily unable to move. Half a day later, she finally put down her luggage, lowered her head and slowly changed her shoes.

  Mu Tianyang looked at her, his mouth corners suddenly curling up, and he put down the newspaper with a slightly tense expression, slowly walking towards her.

  She felt him approaching and her action of taking off shoes was somewhat tense.

  "Didn't you say you weren't coming back?" He stood still in front of her.

  She stood still, wearing slippers: "I mean, don't come to my house to pick me up..." After finishing speaking, she felt regretful. If she had known he agreed not to let her come here, she would have gone straight to school!

  Mu Tianyang listened and was overjoyed in his heart, suddenly embracing her tightly.

  "Ow......" The tender feelings were being pinched to pieces, it hurt so much.

  Mu Tianyang let her go, lifted up her face and kissed her once, then let her go: "You're all sweaty, go take a bath!"

  Wan Qing heard the sound of bathing, her body stiffened for a moment, then she went upstairs with the box as if nothing had happened.

  Mu Tianyang looked at her back, his mouth corners uncontrollably rising, with a feeling of his heart being filled.

  Yan Qing walked into the dressing room after finishing her bath and found Mu Tianyang standing in front of her closet, his hands and feet becoming somewhat unnatural.

  Does he want it now? Wanqing clenched the towel in front of her chest, and her body stiffened. After a moment, she ordered herself to relax, lest she spoil his "mood" and make him unhappy...

  Mu Tianyang opened the closet door, her long fingers tracing over her dresses one by one, as if studying a work of art. Hearing her come out, he turned his head to look, and was met with a breathtaking sight - a beauty emerging from her bath, her hair dripping with water, a towel wrapped around her, like a lotus flower rising out of the water, tender and alluring.

  His fingers paused slightly, a flash of desire in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed. Forget it, she made him so happy today, he should reward her well. She rejected sex, and he wouldn't force it for now.

  He closed the wardrobe door behind him and walked over to her, pulling out the stool in front of the dresser: "Sit down."

  Wanqing didn't know what he was up to, so she obediently sat down.

  He picked up the hair dryer and gently blew her hair. She stared blankly at the two of them in the mirror, suddenly feeling a little confused about him. She admitted that if he wasn't Mu Tianyang, if he hadn't hurt her, he really was a good man.

  "Has your injury healed?" He added, as if afraid she wouldn't understand, "Has it subsided?"

  Her face suddenly flushed with emotion, feeling somewhat ill at ease: "It's gone... it's fine."

  He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "So, today... is there a problem?" She seemed to think he would want her now? Hmm, under normal circumstances, that's right, not only would he want her, but he would also want her fiercely, guaranteeing she wouldn't be able to get out of bed before tomorrow. But who made him happy, after all!

  She gripped the towel tightly, lowered her head and whispered in a voice that was barely audible: "It's...it's fine." As she spoke, she felt like crying again. She really wanted to know what she was now - a mistress? A lover? A plaything?

  Mu Tianyang put down the hair dryer, ruffled his fluffy hair, and his fingers slid over her bare shoulders intentionally or unintentionally. Then he walked to the closet: "Come here."

  Do you want to go on the wardrobe? Yan Qing gritted her teeth and walked over, he turned his head and stared at her chest, she paused for a moment, loosened the towel. The towel fell sharply, the white tender thing in front of her chest jumped out, making his eyes flash.

  He had some desire, but still forcibly turned his head, pulled open the drawer, picked up a white lace underwear and handed it to her.

  She was taken aback for a moment, took it over, and was stunned for two seconds before putting it on herself. Is that what he meant?

  Mu Tianyang turned his face to her, the corner of his mouth imperceptibly raised, and handed her a white lace small pants. Her face flushed red, she lowered her head to take it over, and turned her back to him to put it on. Just after putting it on, he opened the closet door and took out a white long dress from inside.

  She thought he shouldn't be doing that anymore, let out a sigh of relief, and put it on herself.

  He looked and nodded in satisfaction: "Comb your hair."

  Yan Qing picked up the comb and combed her messy hair, then turned to ask him: "What hairstyle do you want me to comb?"

  "No, don't need to." She seemed to be unable to do anything else except letting her hair down and tying a ponytail. He opened the jewelry box, took out a crystal necklace, stood behind her, and put it around her neck. Then, he lowered his hands, grasped her slender waist, and gazed at her in the mirror.

  "Smile, just one."

  Wanqing listened and slowly curled up the corners of her mouth, smiling at herself in the mirror as if she were dreaming. Although she couldn't be said to be happy, nor was she sad, but very gentle, really very gentle.

  Mu Tianyang also smiled. Look, it's so simple to get her smile, just be good to her. I only hope that one day she will smile at him on her own initiative, because of happiness, because of love, without needing his command.

  Mu Tianyang asked Wanqing to pack her luggage, but didn't move her. At five o'clock, he personally drove her out and found a quiet restaurant for dinner. After dinner, he took her to a specialty store to buy several clothes.

  Back at the villa, Tian Xue had arrived, Mu Tianyang furrowed his brow: "What are you doing here?"

  Tian Xue saw Wan Qing carrying a bunch of brand-name goods, and it didn't taste good: "Only she is allowed to come, but I'm not?! You also bought her clothes, what about mine?"