bayedsolid Chapter 398: Yanyan's mother, we are Zeyu's grandparents
Chapter 398: Yanyan's mother, we are Zeyu's grandparents
Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked at the man. The man had deep black eyes, which were so deep that she could not see the bottom. She was stunned for a moment. She frowned and bit her red lips. Her face was embarrassed, shy and red. She whispered: Nan Zeyu, let me go. All the employees of the company are here. Song Yuyan's eyes darkened as she looked at him. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyelids and met her eyes. His eyes softened again. He smiled and said: What are you afraid of? This is my wife. I can hug her whenever I want.
Song Yuyan's ears turned red and hot. How could this man be so shameless... She rolled her eyes and when she saw several employees standing on the right with their heads down, Song Yuyan raised her hand and twisted it tightly around his waist. She grabbed the flesh on his waist and quickly loosened it.
Nan Zeyu frowned slightly. This little woman actually pinched the flesh on his waist. Was it because he had tortured her enough last night and she had forgotten about it after she recovered? Song Yuyan felt good when she saw the man frowning. The man curled his lips and his soft eyes sank in an instant.
Song Yuyan's face changed, she stared at him blankly, Nan Ze's thin lips moved slightly, he tilted his head, his thin lips attached to her cochlea, and said in a sexy and cold voice: If you have bad thoughts, wife, I will let you experience the feeling of not being able to get out of bed for three days, um...
Her body stiffened and she blinked continuously. Her little face was burning hot. She hugged his neck tightly with her little hands and buried her hot little face in his arms. Song Yuyan shook her head quickly and said sullenly: No, no, no, I don't dare to do that, husband, I don't want to do that, my legs are still a little weak now.
Nan Zeyu smiled wickedly, his calm black eyes softened, he took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Then listen to me, don't do this next time, I'll let you go this time, wife." After that, he let her go and lifted her chin with one hand. Song Yuyan was stunned, and she glanced at the employees standing on the right side, blushing and lowering her head.
The president and his wife were flirting in front of the company gate. How could they dare to raise their heads? Several employees were half bent over with their heads down. Song Yuyan wanted to stuff this stinky man into the car and not let him get out. He was so shameless.
After a while, Nan Zeyu walked into the company hall holding Song Yuyan's hand. The employees who were looking down behind them quickly raised their heads and turned to look inside. Several employees gathered together and discussed: Did you see that? The way President Nan looked at his wife was like honey!
The other two female employees echoed, "Not only that, the way the madam looks at President Nan is also full of love. Our president is so blessed to have a sweet and charming wife like the madam. Our cold-hearted President Nan still listens to the madam so much."
The male employee looked at the two female employees and said indifferently: "Don't you see who it is? It's President Nan's wife, our president's wife. How can President Nan not be blessed? You two, stop nagging and go in quickly!"
The male employee glanced at the two envious female employees, turned around, and walked into the company lobby. The two female employees also turned around and walked into the company lobby. The receptionist poked his head out. Several employees glanced at the receptionist. The male supervisor of the design department saw Ning Xuxu at the reception. He frowned and said, "What are you looking at? Ning Xuxu, sit down and work!"
The male supervisor of the design department was domineering. He looked at Ning Xuxu with a frown. Ning Xuxu was stunned and opened her eyes wide. She puffed up her face in anger and said: I know, Brother Cheng Feng, if you are so fierce, you will not be able to find a wife. You are nothing like President Nan, who is gentle and kind to his wife. His black eyes are so soft that they can reveal water.
Cheng Feng from the design department glared at Ning Xuxu, who made a clown face and then sat back in his chair. Cheng Feng turned his head to look at the two female employees from the advertising department who were huddled together and whispering to each other. He angrily said, "You two, are you still whispering to each other? It's not time to get off work yet, hurry up!"
The two female employees were stunned, looked up, curled their lips and said with a sour face: "Oh, I see, Manager Cheng, please go up quickly." After a while, the huge company lobby returned to silence, and the front desk receptionist was busy working.
President's Office -
Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu kissed again and fell on the sofa. The man pressed on Song Yuyan. She looked at Nan Zeyu with a red face and panting, then raised her eyes to look at the man. He had a handsome face and scarlet black eyes, his gaze was deep and shallow, with a little flame. Song Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she panted: Huh... Huh... No, I don't want to, I was just playing around just now to see how you react, husband, I don't want to be weak in the legs.
The man lifted her hands high up, then grasped her wrists and put them down. He wrapped her small hands with his two big palms, holding them tightly and clasping them in her palms. Song Yuyan glanced at the palms of her hands slightly, turned her eyes, and met the man's flaming black eyes. He spoke in a low voice, lowered his head and leaned close to her ear and said: Then you help me, um...wife.
Song Yuyan's heart was beating like a drum, her chest heaving, her face flushed, her eyes widened. Nan Zeyu glanced at her deeply, his eyes darkened, like a valley, which made Song Yuyan's head dizzy. She looked at the man with her watery eyes in a trance, lost in his sexy temptation. She nodded and said: Okay, except, not that.
Nan Zeyu hooked his lips wickedly. Well, he couldn't help but peck her red lips lightly, then let her go and straightened up. Song Yuyan exhaled deeply. This man, there is no seriousness at all. His mind is full of that. Who did he learn this from?
After a while, the man picked up Song Yuyan again and walked towards the lounge. The door of the lounge was closed. After a while, the man's extremely sexy and heavy breathing could be heard from the lounge. The door of the lounge was locked, as they were afraid that some employees or Bai Xun would come in.
I don’t know how long it was, it was already three hours after it ended, it was after 9:30 in the evening, Song Yuyan got up from the bed with a red face, she quickly jumped out of the bed, went to the bathroom in the lounge and washed her hands frantically, washing for more than an hour, she was going crazy.
She seemed to feel Nan Zeyu's breathing just now, and she seemed to have felt it too. She was probably crazy... Today, she couldn't get out of bed in the morning, and yet she still did it. She said that Nan Zeyu was unrestrained, and she was not much better. She lowered her head and turned off the faucet.
Turning around, Song Yuyan's eyes widened with fear and she exclaimed: Ah, you scared me to death, Nan Zeyu, why didn't you say anything? She looked at the man angrily, her watery eyes filled with anger. The man smiled softly, raised his lips sexily and said: What are you thinking about? Wife, his deep black eyes stared at her.
Song Yuyan's face turned red again. He took a few steps forward and trapped her in his arms. She turned her face slightly and he leaned over. She could smell the man's sexy breath, his strong mature masculine scent, and the pleasant scent of cologne emanating from him.
Song Yuyan raised her hand and gently pressed it against his chest. She blinked nervously and said, "No, no, no, I'm fine. I've washed my hands. Please clean up quickly. I'm hungry. I want to eat." After that, Song Yuyan pushed his chest away, got out from under his arms, and ran out quickly.
Nan Zeyu smiled faintly. His wife's voice was sweet, soft and delicate. Just now... Thinking of what Song Yuyan did for him just now, he was very satisfied. He took a quick shower in the bathroom, tidied his suit, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
Song Yuyan said that she would have dinner in the office before going back to the old house. Nan Zeyu listened to his wife, took out his mobile phone, opened Meituan Takeout, and ordered takeout. He found a small restaurant near the Nan Group, and when he looked at the time on the phone screen, it was almost ten o'clock, so he quickly placed the order.
After placing the order, Song Yuyan lay on his lap. The man lowered his eyes to look at Song Yuyan lying on his lap. Her eyes were slightly closed, her butterfly-wing eyelashes were thick and dense, neither long nor short, her face was white, her lips were rosy, her eyebrows were delicate, and her eyes were curved.
The man's black eyes were deep and dark. He didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. Nan Zeyu didn't know how much he loved her. It seemed that he loved her even more after marriage. People who love others can never explain why they feel jealous.
He bent his back slightly, and glanced at Song Yuyan with his dark eyes. The corners of her lips curved, and she said in a soft and sweet voice: "Husband, I know you are looking at me, hey." She smiled softly, and Nan Zeyu pursed his thin lips lightly. She had the ability to read minds, and she knew I was looking at her.
Fifteen minutes later, the office door opened, Song Yuyan opened her eyes, and met the man's smiling and doting black eyes. Nan Zeyu raised his hand and gently touched her snow-white face. He smiled and said: Be good, I'll go get the takeaway, wife. Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment and nodded.
The takeout was fish-flavored shredded pork with rice, braised pork, and drunken crab. These were Song Yuyan's dishes, and Nan Zeyu's were boiled beef slices, crystal eggs with shrimps, stewed potatoes with little yellow chicken, and vegetable meat rolls. The soups were kelp and pork ribs soup, and seaweed and egg soup.
Song Yuyan frowned slightly. She was silent and stunned. Nan Ze turned his head to look at her. Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks, he called softly: What's wrong? Wife, didn't you say you were hungry just now? After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan turned her eyes to look at the man. She looked at the man calmly with her watery eyes. Her eyes flashed with a dark light, and she said with a sullen face: Husband, I don't like fish sticks. I don't like the taste.
Nan Zeyu was stunned. He took her lunch box, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fish strips, and then put them on the takeaway lid. Song Yuyan smiled sweetly. She first picked up the pork rib soup and drank a few sips. She glanced over and saw Nan Zeyu still holding the chopsticks, carefully picking the fish strips in the lunch box for her.
It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when they finished their meal. When they returned to the Nan family's old house, it was almost half past twelve. He took Song Yuyan's hand and walked into the old house. The lights in the living room were still on. The two looked at each other, and Nan Zeyu bent down, picked her up, walked lightly inside, and carried her upstairs.
Entering the bedroom, Song Yuyan looked at him, and Nanze Yuwen smiled: "Okay, you don't need to tell me, I know you want to take a shower, right?" His voice was low, like a subwoofer, so pleasant that it made her ears numb. Song Yuyan's watery eyes were as bright as crystal diamonds, and she nodded and smiled sweetly: "Yes, husband."
It was past one when Song Yuyan finished her bath. She didn't soak in the bathtub. She finished in an hour. When she came out of the bathroom, the man came out of the cloakroom. She turned her head and looked over. The man walked towards her. His tall figure gave her a full sense of oppression, covering her petite body. Song Yuyan's watery eyes widened, and she said nervously: I don't want it, husband, Nan Zeyu, can we not...
Nan Zeyu looked at her with a faint gaze, his dark eyes faintly reddened, thinking of this afternoon, Song Yuyan, he smiled indifferently and said: Okay, wife, let's go to bed. Song Yuyan was stunned, really? Just sleep and do nothing else...
Sure enough, she was carried on Nan Zeyu's back. Then, she was in a daze. He covered her with a blanket, turned off the light on the bedside table, got on the bed, and gently put his arms around her waist from behind. The man's chin rested on her shoulder, his warm big hand was around her waist, and his thin lips kissed her neck.
The small and fragmented kisses made her face hot and she quickly closed her eyes, fearing that if she didn't fall asleep, this man would break his promise again. Nan Zeyu heard her breathing in her sleep, he let her go, turned his back to her, and they slept on the oversized golden and white bed with their backs facing each other and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Song Yuyan was still asleep. She tightened her lips, slowly opened her eyes, and met the man's dark eyes as dark as a deep pool. She said stupidly: What are you doing? Husband. Nan Zeyu smiled lightly, without saying anything, but just teasing.
Song Yuyan's soft moans were heard from the bedroom again. The man was buried in the quilt. Three hours had passed and it was almost noon. Nan Zeyu lifted the quilt and saw Song Yuyan's face flushed, as if she was drunk. She half-opened her red lips and it took her a long time to recover.
The man looked at her like this and pinched her chubby little face. She said "hmm" coquettishly, and then she regained consciousness. Nan Zeyu supported her waist and sat up. Song Yuyan looked at his deep eyes and said calmly: Are you satisfied? It's so early in the morning, and you are like this, Nan Zeyu, I really...
The man pursed his lips and smiled. Song Yuyan raised her arm and was about to chop his shoulder horizontally. Nan Zeyu quickly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. He narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled sexily and said: What? Do you still want to come? Wife, Song Yuyan kept shaking her head, she wanted to get out of bed.
Nan Zeyu lifted the quilt without saying a word, then he stood up, picked her up, and helped her wash up again. She changed into a bright white off-shoulder dress. The fabric of the dress was ice silk, and the pattern was a design of small white flowers, which connected from the off-shoulder to the entire skirt, making her look gentle and lovely.