bayedsolid Chapter 341 Sending Wedding Invitations
Chapter 341 Sending Wedding Invitations
341 Sending out wedding invitations
Song Yuyan didn't know whether to leave or not. Even her breathing was very weak. She bit her lower lip tightly and grasped the hem of her skirt with both hands. Her waist was tied by the man's iron arms, so tightly that her breathing stopped. Her sweet little face turned pale. She frowned slightly and said: Husband, I...I, you tied my waist too tightly.
Song Yuyan uttered these words with great difficulty, because her waist was really hurt by Nan Zeyu's clamp. She could even feel whether there were red marks on her waist. The man frowned, and his sharp eyes fell on Song Yuyan's slightly pale face. His sharp eyes softened and he said in a low voice: I'm sorry, honey, I clamped your waist too tight.
As the man spoke, his iron arm loosened, and Song Yuyan was able to breathe. She did not dare to turn her head to look at Nan Zeyu's fierce eyes. The corners of Song Yuyan's lips curved slightly, and her eyes flashed. She said lightly: It's okay, husband, it's okay. Nan Zeyu nodded, and she raised her eyes and looked at Wen Zichen standing opposite. He was looking at her with a complicated expression.
Song Yuyan couldn't describe how she felt, she just knew that she couldn't speak, so today she just wanted to be Nan Zeyu's little woman and not say a word. She didn't expect that Wen Zichen would suddenly come over and even arrive at the door of the old house.
The man's sharp eyes turned and looked at Wen Zichen standing opposite him. He stared at Wen Zichen with a stern look and smiled slightly: "What? Mr. Wen, is there anything else? Didn't I give you the wedding invitation? It's in your hand." Nan Zeyu's face darkened and his eyes became sharp in an instant.
Wen Zichen smiled faintly, his jade eyes were mixed with a few traces of dim light, but it disappeared in a flash. He smiled gently and said: I know, President Nan, it's just that... As he spoke, Wen Zichen raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes moved to look at Song Yuyan who had a confused face. He smiled gently and said: Then, Xiaoyan, do you want me to come to your wedding banquet?
Song Yuyan's pupils widened, her face froze, her heart skipped a beat, the kind that could frighten someone to death. She looked at Nan Zeyu, then turned her eyes to Wen Zichen who was standing in front of the Porsche door. She nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen, isn't the invitation in your hand? Why are you still asking me..."
Song Yuyan had a smile on her face, but she was actually quite frightened by Wen Zichen's words. Song Yuyan said in a low voice, Wen Zichen lowered his eyes and smiled, then looked up at Song Yuyan. He raised the pink and white wedding invitation in his hand and his eyes fell on it.
Looking up at Song Yuyan's bewildered eyes, he laughed and said: Ha...Xiaoyan, you are still so cute, I know, I will come. Song Yuyan nodded, her breath stagnated, please, Wen Zichen, please leave quickly, I have been scared by your words.
Wen Zichen glanced at Song Yuyan again. She had difficulty breathing. The air was filled with gunpowder. He glanced at the man. His face was dark and his deep black eyes darkened. Song Yuyan raised her hand and tugged at his sleeve. He turned his eyes away and looked at Song Yuyan's sweet little face. He smiled lovingly and said, "What's wrong? Wife, tell me."
Nan Zeyu spoke in a very gentle voice. Seeing him like this, Song Yuyan felt afraid. She smiled at his handsome face with her watery eyes and said: Well, my uncle just came back tonight, and, and...
Nan Zeyu understood instantly, he nodded and said: Okay, honey, I understand. He smiled faintly, raised his hand and stroked the back of her head. Wen Zichen felt like a clown, watching her and him being affectionate in front of each other. He forced a smile and said: I have something else to do? I'm leaving first, President Nan, Xiaoyan.
Song Yuyan then turned her head to look at Wen Zichen, her breathing stagnated, and she nodded sweetly and said: Okay, Mr. Wen, remember to come tomorrow at the Jinyang Bay Hotel. Wen Zichen nodded with a gentle and warm smile, and Song Yuyan nodded.
She looked at the man again. The man's face was gloomy, and his deep black eyes looked straight at her. His deep eyes were cold and gloomy, with a cold light in his eyes. Song Yuyan's pupils shrank, and she no longer looked at Wen Zichen, but looked at Nan Zeyu.
Until the Porsche made a sound of starting, the two turned their heads and looked over. The Porsche made a big turn in front of the gate of the Nan family's old house, then the car backed up, and then the Porsche flew away like an arrow.
Song Yuyan's legs went weak and she almost lost her balance. The man's two big hands held her waist tightly. He bent his tall body, stared at her with his dark and cold eyes, and frowned nervously: Are you okay? Wife, Song Yuyan looked at his deep and cold black eyes, her heart skipped a beat, pursed her lips and smiled: No, it's okay, husband.
Nan Zeyu nodded, and gently lifted her slender waist with both hands. Song Yuyan stood firmly on her feet. She looked at the man's profile. He had a tense face. Song Yuyan said carefully: "You are not angry, are you? Husband, are you not angry?" She put her small hand on his arm and gently pulled it.
Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze fell on her sweet little face, her eyebrows were sweet and curved, her eyes were like crystal balls, shining and bright, she smiled sweetly at him: Really? Husband, are you not angry?
The man nodded and said calmly: No, I'm not angry, let's go in. Song Yuyan nodded, took his arm, he held her small hand with his big hand, held her thin waist with his other hand, turned around, and walked into the old house.
In the living room, Nan Zhefang and Ye Mingxuan were sitting on the sofa. They walked into the old house and went to the living room. Nan's father and Ye's mother heard footsteps coming from outside, looked over and stood up. When Song Yuyan saw her father-in-law, her little hands trembled nervously again. The man held her right hand tightly, and the warmth between his palms was burning, which made her heart warm.
She turned her head and looked at him. His black eyes, which were cold and gloomy just now, suddenly became as soft as water. He smiled and said: "Be good, don't be afraid, your husband is here. My dad is very gentle. Don't be nervous, I'm here, be good!" Song Yuyan nodded, and Nan Zeyu held her hand and walked in front of his parents.
Father Nan looked at Song Yuyan, he smiled happily and said: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, come, come, uncle will give you something, come and sit. Song Yuyan turned her eyes and met Nan Zeyu's indifferent eyes, he nodded, Song Yuyan pursed her red lips, he let go of her hand, and she walked forward a few steps.
Song Yuyan sat in the middle of the sofa. Ye's mother stood up and Nan Zeyu walked to his mother's side. He looked at his wife closely like a man waiting for his wife, his eyes full of doting and smiling. He stared at Song Yuyan who was sitting on the sofa intently.
Father Nan looked at Song Yuyan's sweet face with his deep eyes. He pointed to the silver-gold box on the coffee table and said gently: Xiaoyan, open the box and take a look. Song Yuyan was startled, then nodded. She leaned forward, raised her hands, placed them on both sides of the box on the coffee table, and then slowly opened the box.
The box was opened, and Song Yuyan's face was full of disbelief. There were pearls, crystals, agates, diamonds, several property certificates, a silver car key in the middle, and a pure black card. Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide and turned to look at Father Nan. She was stunned and said: This... Uncle Ye, what is this? What are these?
Song Yuyan actually knew what it was, but she just wanted to confirm it. Father Nan glanced at Song Yuyan, and he chuckled and said: Hehe, these are the generous gifts from the father-in-law to his daughter-in-law, you must accept them. Inside is the real estate certificate of another villa in Ancheng, and your name is already marked on the real estate certificate. There is also a car key, which is the key to a Lamborghini, and a black card with 500 million yuan, and the rest are pearls, crystals, agates, and diamonds.
After Nan Zhefang finished speaking, Song Yuyan couldn't close her mouth. This, this, this... She glanced and saw the man standing next to Yemu, Nan Zeyu walked over with his long legs. He bent down, looked at her with deep black eyes, and said seriously: Wife, please accept it. This is a generous gift from my father and mother to you. It is also a dowry for you. I know it is very expensive for you, but please accept it.
Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu, her brows furrowed and she bit her lip. After a moment, Song Yuyan lowered her eyes, her brows furrowed. Nan Zeyu looked at her and was silent for a moment. Song Yuyan raised her eyes and met Nan Zeyu's deep and bottomless black eyes. A hint of hesitation flashed across her eyes, and finally she nodded and said: Okay, husband, I'll listen to you.
Song Yuyan sat up straight, and Nan Zeyu also stood up straight, standing as tall as a tree. She turned her watery eyes and met Nan's father's gentle smile. She said with a curved eyebrow: "Okay, Uncle Ye, I'll accept it." Nan Zhefang exhaled, put his hands on the box, pushed it to Song Yuyan, smiled and said: "Okay, okay, okay, hahahaha, Xiaoyan, just accept it."
Nan Zhefang was also afraid that Song Yuyan would not accept the generous gifts he gave her. In fact, he had started preparing these generous gifts as early as after he returned to Haidu during the Chinese New Year. He did not tell his son about these generous gifts. He prepared them silently by himself and then put them in the safe.
Nan Zeyu was also stunned. Iraq, his father had already prepared a generous gift for Yanyan, and he also liked his daughter-in-law very much. That was enough. His father liked her, and his mother liked her even more. That was enough. It didn't matter whether they were a good match or not, as long as he and he loved each other.
At noon, the two of them went to the restaurant with Nan's father and mother to have lunch. The lunch was very ordinary, very homely, boiled fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, corn and carrot stewed pork ribs, sweet and sour pork feet, eggplant and minced meat, vermicelli braised pork rice, blanched lettuce leaves. Song Yuyan sat on the dining table chair, stunned. She glanced at the man and said in confusion: No, husband, why do you eat so much at noon?
Nan Zeyu glanced at the hot dishes on the table disapprovingly, and turned his dark eyes to look at Song Yuyan. He said lightly: "Isn't this my dad back? It's okay, Yanyan, you can eat whatever dish you want, wife, it's up to you." Song Yuyan listened and nodded.
Then, she casually ate some lettuce leaves, vermicelli, braised pork rice, and corn and carrots. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at her eating and smiled dotingly and gently. He told her to eat whatever she wanted, and she still knew to eat whatever she wanted. She was really cute. He glared at her with watery eyes.
He raised his hand, brushed aside her long curly hair that was scattered on her shoulders, and then used his long fingers to comb it. Song Yuyan was stunned. She lowered her head and continued to eat. This kind of life was really good. When she had a meal, someone would help her comb her hair. Song Yuyan felt that her life after marriage should be even sweeter!
Father Nan sat on the side, watching his son combing his daughter-in-law's hair with his fingers. He smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, this is the first time that your father has seen you like this. I have never done this to your mother." Mother Ye was eating. She was chewing the ribs outside the pot. She almost choked. She looked up at her husband and blushed. "Both children are here. What are you talking about?" Ah Fang.
Nan Zhefang glanced at his wife and smiled, "It seems that I have to study hard with my son in the future." Ye Mingxuan's face turned even redder and she couldn't eat anymore. She coughed. Nan's father stood up nervously and immediately went behind her to rub her back to comfort her.
Song Yuyan slowly raised her head, her watery eyes were startled, and her face blushed. Who can say that this wealthy family is not good? The wealthy family she belongs to is harmonious and there is no quarrel. When the man saw Song Yuyan's blushing face, he leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice: Don't forget, after tomorrow, my wife, it will be our wedding night.
Song Yuyan's ears quickly turned red to her neck, and she was about to choke. Nan Zeyu quickly stood up, reached out for the wolfberry, lotus seeds and lily soup on the dining table, scooped up a few spoonfuls, and quickly put them on her plate. Song Yuyan seemed to have seen a savior.
He picked up the plate, tilted his head back and gulped it down. Finally, Song Yuyan put her head down, raised her hand and said in a low voice: Nan Zeyu, if you don't want to be bitten by me, just shut up. The man's face was stunned, he shut up, he didn't say anything, pursed his lips and smiled, saying: Okay, wife, I'll give you time to prepare.
Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. Damn this bastard. She told him not to say anything, and still said that. She was so angry that she raised her foot under the dining table chair and stepped hard on the back of his foot. She turned her eyes to look at the handsome face of the man who was smiling with his lips pursed, and his face turned into one of pain in an instant. She curved her lips and smiled. Nan Zeyu frowned and said: I really won't say anything, wife, it hurts.
She looked at him with amusement. Nan Zeyu stopped talking and lowered his head to eat. Song Yuyan glared at him. This man, on the surface, looked like a steady vice president, but in fact, he had so many evil ideas behind his back, and was full of bad intentions.