The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

Chapter 344: Honeymoon Trip to Moon Island

344 Moon Island Honeymoon Trip

It was already 4:53 in the afternoon when Song Yuyan woke up the next day. She opened her eyes in a daze and moved her waist slightly. Her entire waist was sore. She supported her waist with both hands and sat up from the bed. Her body was weak. Her legs were not weak, but very sore. She felt like a lemon slice. The pain was indescribable. She raised her eyes in a daze and glanced at the bridal room. She was the only one there.

She looked down and saw that she was wearing a rose-colored nightgown. Song Yuyan lifted the quilt and tried to get out of bed. Before she could stand firmly on the carpet, her legs had already fallen on the carpet. Her breathing tightened, her pupils shrank, and she bit her lip and angrily said: Does this man really want her life? She felt that she couldn't move at all.

At this time, the bedroom door opened, and Song Yuyan turned to look over. The man was wearing silver-black silk home clothes and gold-black slippers. He was holding a plate in his hand. Song Yuyan opened her eyes and remembered that she had returned to the Nan family's old house after the wedding banquet yesterday. It seemed that she had not eaten anything, and he...

The next second, her stomach made a rumbling sound. Song Yuyan wanted to get up from the carpet, but her legs were powerless and her waist was sore. Nan Zeyu walked over with his long legs, carrying a tray of food.

She was startled and raised her eyes, following his trouser legs, looking upwards. Nan Zeyu lowered his head, staring at her with his deep black eyes. She opened her watery eyes wide, filled with pitiful and innocent light. She pouted and said: Husband, I, I can't get up, I.

Nan Zeyu bent his long legs instantly, with one pair of legs kneeling and the other pair of legs standing on tiptoe on the big red carpet. She looked at him in a daze, and she pouted and said angrily: It's all your fault. I can't move now, so you just watch me fall on the carpet?

The man smiled wickedly, his thin lips raised a faint smile, his deep black eyes stared straight at Song Yuyan, his eyebrows were like picturesque, and he said in a low voice: Silly wife, do you think of me like this? Am I that kind of person? Song Yuyan stared at him.

He shrugged unmoved. Song Yuyan's face turned red with anger. She raised her hand to hit his shoulder, but he suddenly raised his arm and lifted her up from the carpet. Song Yuyan was stunned. This man's arm strength was too good. She weighed more than 60 kilograms, and he could lift her up in an instant?

After a while, Song Yuyan was held in Nan Zeyu's arms. He leaned against the head of the bed. She sat on the bed, wrapped in his arms. The dinner plate was placed on the bedside table. Song Yuyan glanced at the dinner plate. She turned around, her watery eyes staring at the man's smiling deep black eyes. His eyes were warm, and he smiled and said, "What's wrong? Wife, it's afternoon now. Aren't you hungry after a night?"

Song Yuyan stared at him. This man had tortured her to death, and he could still laugh? Her watery eyes sank slightly, and her snow-white skin also sank. She frowned and said: I'm hungry, it's all because of you. I didn't eat anything last night, and I didn't eat in the wedding hall. Now...

Song Yuyan puffed up her face and said angrily: "I'm hungry. I'm hungry. How can I not be hungry from last night to now?" Nan Zeyu smiled, raised his arm, took the dinner plate on the bedside table, took it with one hand, and placed it on the bright red wedding bed.

Song Yuyan glanced at the dishes on the plate. There were beef bones stewed with tomatoes, astragalus, angelica, red dates and egg soup, vinegar fish, and a bowl of fragrant seafood rice. She felt even hungrier. Song Yuyan didn't even think about the aroma. She raised her hand, picked up the golden chopsticks and spoon on the plate, and started to wolf down the food.

Nan Zeyu looked at her with a smile, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was soft, "Little thing, eat slowly, don't choke your wife." Song Yuyan didn't hear what Nan Zeyu said, she just focused on eating, he raised his hand and stroked her back to smooth her stomach.

Song Yuyan was so chewy that she couldn't speak and didn't even want to raise her head. All she could see was the food on the plate. From last night till now, she was starving. The fish fillets in vinegar were not sour, but fresh, sweet and juicy, without any fish bones. They were delicious.

When she was halfway through eating, Song Yuyan bit her chopsticks, raised her eyes, and met the man's deep, cold and bottomless black eyes, which almost sucked her into his pupils. Song Yuyan's breathing stopped, her eyes widened, and the lobster in her throat almost choked her. She swallowed and looked at him with wide eyes.

Then, she slowly swallowed the lobster as she rolled it down her throat. She swallowed the lobster, blinked and looked at Nan Zeyu, blushing and said: You, you, what are you going to do again? Husband, brother, aren't you tired? Nan Zeyu stared at her bright eyes for a long time, then raised his eyebrows and said: What? Do you think I want to do that to you? Um...

Song Yuyan's face turned even redder. She turned away in shame to avoid his gaze. Nan Zeyu raised his hand and pinched her cheek gently. Song Yuyan's pupils widened and her mouth half opened. She frowned and stared at him and said: I'm giving you some face, but you still opened a dyeing factory, right? President Nan.

Nan Zeyu looked at her straight with his dark eyes, looking at the little expression on her face. The strength of his big palm was actually very light. He looked into her eyes and smiled: Oh, wife, if you say so, then I really have to think carefully about whether I should let you go?

His voice was as magnetic as the attraction of a magnet, and Song Yuyan's heart trembled when she heard it. She pursed her red lips, and he looked at her with a gentle smile. The bedroom fell silent. After a moment's silence, Song Yuyan raised her right hand and twisted the flesh of Nan Zeyu's arm. She twisted it hard, gritted her teeth, and glared at him with a fake smile.

The man frowned, then he wrinkled his face in pain and let go of her cheek. Song Yuyan sneered, let go of his arm, pretended to be embarrassed, eyes full of water, and said pitifully: I'm really sorry, husband, I didn't mean it.

Nan Zeyu smiled dotingly and said: Is that so? It seems that I didn't use my strength last night, and you don't seem to be satisfied. Do you want your husband to help you review it again? The man's voice suddenly became low and hoarse. He grabbed her waist with his big hands, then pulled her right arm and pulled her to the right side of the bed.

He pressed her down on the bed, and pressed her with his body. Nan Zeyu looked down at her, her eyes were full of shock, her pupils shrank, and her delicate eyebrows wrinkled high. Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, and she opened her eyes wide and trembled, saying: "Old, old, old husband... Can you, can you please not do it? I really don't have the strength."

Nan Zeyu looked at her trembling expression when she spoke, even her sweet voice was trembling. He opened his thin lips slightly, looked charming, and said softly: Let's see if you dare to be domineering again... Song Yuyan was bitter and about to cry, and frowned and said: No, no, no, I dare not, whatever my husband says is what I do. She was as obedient as a kitten.

She raised her hand and carefully touched his pulse, then rubbed her face against his pulse, blinked her eyes and said: Believe me, believe me, I really don't dare, husband. Nan Zeyu's long arms tightly clasped her arms and clasped them behind her head, and her arms were clasped behind her head in a crescent shape.

Her arms were sore, and Song Yuyan's eyes sparkled with tears. She opened her eyes and said, "Really, I don't dare anymore, husband. I really don't have the strength, especially my legs, which are sore." The man's breathing eased, his face relaxed, and then he let go of her arms.

She sat up with great effort, picked up the tray on the bed with one hand, and was about to get out of bed. Nan Zeyu glanced at her with a faint look and said indifferently: "Eat well. I'll run you a hot bath. Soak your legs and relax."

Song Yuyan was stunned. She looked at Nan Zeyu and nodded sweetly: "Okay, honey, I'll go soak my legs after I finish eating. I'll finish eating first." Nan Zeyu nodded. He thought of something and turned his head to look at her who was eating with her head down. He said in a low voice: "Your mother is in the old house. I don't know the exact time. My father will go back to Haidu after tomorrow."

Song Yuyan paused while eating, raised her head suddenly, looked at Nan Zeyu with wide eyes, and said happily: Really? Really? Really? Husband, my mother is going to live in the old house of the Nan family? Nan Zeyu smiled at her happy face, his eyes were soft, and he said gently: Yes, wife, my mother left her here.

Song Yuyan was so happy. She could marry into a wealthy family and live with her mother. Although the time would not be long, Song Yuyan wished she could see her mother for a few more days. She smiled happily. Nan Zeyu looked at her and smiled, and his thin lips also raised a smile. When she was happy, he was happy too.

Song Yuyan finished the food on the plate. It was almost seven o'clock. She went to the cloakroom and took out an ice cream pink ribbon nightgown. The ice silk fabric was icy cold in her hands. She walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was misty and hazy, and she could smell the fruity essential oil.

She walked to the bathtub, untied her nightgown, and then Song Yuyan crossed her legs and entered the bathtub. The bathtub was filled with hot water. As soon as she sat down, the hot water filled the floor of the bathtub. She turned her head and saw that he put too much hot water. It felt a bit wasteful. Song Yuyan frowned.

Finally, Song Yuyan felt her legs were comfortable and the soreness was reduced. She leaned her head back in the bathtub and closed her eyes, as if all the pressure was gone. As expected, taking a hot bath was still comfortable. Song Yuyan's beautiful eyebrows slowly relaxed and the corners of her lips curled up slightly in a smile.

She soaked in the bath until almost nine o'clock in the evening, and she opened her eyes only when Nan Zeyu knocked on the door. Song Yuyan opened her eyes, turned her head to look over, and said slowly: Oh, I know, husband, I'll come out, don't knock.

The man stood at the bathroom door, his handsome face sank, his cold black eyes also sank, and he said nervously: "I thought what happened to you in the bathroom? You have been soaking for so long, take your time, wife, it's already nine o'clock, I will bring dinner up for you."

Song Yuyan opened her mouth, held the edge of the bathtub with both hands, slowly stood up, took a step and stepped out of the bathtub. Song Yuyan changed into a new silk nightgown, opened the door, walked out of the bathroom, turned to look at the window next to the sofa, it was already dark outside.

Why did she soak for so long? Wasn't it because her legs were sore? That's why she soaked for so long. Song Yuyan moved her legs and the soreness was gone. She felt alive again. She walked to the sofa, sat on it, and lay down.

Song Yuyan was lying on the sofa with her legs flexibly lifted up behind her and swaying. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Song Yuyan was startled. She turned her head with her pupils dilated. Nan Zeyu and her mother came in together. She quickly sat up and straightened her body. It was Nan Zeyu who closed the door. Fang's mother came over with a tray.

Fang's mother placed the plate on the coffee table. It was a small plate, a golden jade-colored plate. Song Yuyan looked at her mother, her eyebrows curved, her face as sweet as honey, and said with a smile: Mom, you, did you make this for me?

Fang's mother looked at Song Yuyan with a smile, her eyes were full of tenderness and kindness, and she smiled faintly: "Yes, it was all done by mom. It's been so long, I wonder if you have forgotten it?" Song Yuyan glanced at the man who was walking over. He was standing beside the sofa, tall and straight, with a slender figure.

Song Yuyan looked at him and smiled sweetly: "Why are you standing here, husband? Sit down on the sofa." The man pursed his thin lips, opened them slightly, and smiled faintly: "You and mom sit down, I'll make a phone call, go to the balcony to make a call, wife."

Song Yuyan tilted her head and looked at him in confusion and said: Call? Who are you calling? Husband. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him and asked. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan deeply, his deep black eyes were as deep as Tan Po. He curled his lips and smiled and said: Call Bai Xun, we will set off tomorrow, wife.

After that, the man nodded to Fang's mother and said, "Mom, you stay with Yanyan. I'll go to the balcony to call my assistant." Nan Zeyu leaned forward slightly, and Fang's mother turned her head to look at her son-in-law. She smiled and said happily, "Okay, okay, you go, son-in-law, I'll stay with Yanyan."

Nan Zeyu stood up and nodded. He turned around and walked into the bedroom. Song Yuyan looked at her mother. She frowned and asked, "Mom, why did my husband call his assistant?" "Why did he call his assistant?" Fang's mother turned her eyes to her daughter's frowning face. She sighed and said, "You are so silly, kid. Don't you know? Don't you know what to do after getting married?"

Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, then she opened her red lips slightly and said in surprise: He wants to take me on a honeymoon trip? Fang Manli shook her head and smiled helplessly: My daughter, you just turned around, he called his assistant to tell him to entrust the company's work to him, do you understand? Child.