boyutpedia Chapter 424: Husband, I like dating you!
Chapter 424: Husband, I like dating you!
Song Yuyan didn't eat lunch in the afternoon, so she soon became hungry in the evening. At around six o'clock, Song Yuyan curled up on the sofa in the bedroom, with her legs curled up and her knees bent on the sofa. She turned her head to look at the man who was working steadily. He was writing a proposal, with his computer on the coffee table, and his slender white fingers typing on the keyboard. His cold and handsome profile had obvious bony lines, especially his jawbone, like a blade. She looked up, and her high nose bridge was as sharp as a sculpture.
Her watery eyes were calm, she moved her dry red lips, and said sweetly: "Hubby, I want to drink something, my mouth is dry, I'm thirsty." Song Yuyan's eyes widened, Nan Zeyu paused while typing, turned his head to look at Song Yuyan on the left, his dark eyes were as deep as a black pool, his eyes were stern, his handsome face was full of coldness, he said coldly: "Wait a moment!"
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked back at the computer screen with his black eyes. Song Yuyan frowned and puffed up her face. She muttered: "Husband, did you hear me? I want it now. I'm thirsty. Do you want to make your baby thirsty?" Nan Zeyu's handsome face sank. He stood up. Song Yuyan's eyes lit up. He turned his face and looked at her with calm eyes. He pulled his thin lips and said: "Okay, wait, your husband will get you something to drink."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door with his long legs. When Song Yuyan saw Nan Zeyu coming out of the door, she leaned over and her watery eyes fell on the computer screen. It was a proposal, a proposal written for an advertising projection screen. She frowned, unable to understand it.
Fifteen minutes later, steady footsteps sounded, and Song Yuyan sat up quickly. She lay down obediently on the sofa. The man walked in. He walked in front of her and squatted down. She turned her head and looked at Nan Zeyu's handsome face, meeting his dark eyes as deep as a cold pond. His eyes were soft, and her watery eyes curved into smiling peach blossom eyes, her eyes were bright and she smiled sweetly: Husband, husband, what do I want? Give me the drink.
Nan Zeyu glared at her with his dark eyes. He took out a small bottle of fresh strawberry juice from behind. It was strawberry-colored juice with the taste of strawberries in the cup. He handed it to her. Song Yuyan said tenderly with her red lips: "Feed me, I can't get up, husband." Her butterfly-winged long eyelashes blinked up and down, and the smile on her red lips could not be suppressed and slowly rose.
Nan Zeyu smiled dotingly, looking at her sweet little face with deep eyes. She was so spoiled. She didn't do anything, but she was so spoiled. In fact, she just wanted him to feed her. She was like this because of his spoiling. Song Yuyan did not take the strawberry juice he handed over. She touched the cup of noodles with her fingers, and then retracted her fingers.
He lowered his eyes to take a look, Nan Zeyu stood up, Song Yuyan's heart was beating nervously, he took a step forward, half bent over, and gently lifted her little head up, Song Yuyan's little face was stunned, her eyes were straight, her breathing held, and he slowly lifted her head up, he sat on the sofa, next to her, and let her little head rest on his strong chest.
Song Yuyan raised her eyes and met his soft, dark eyes. His gaze was deep and unfathomable, filled with doting, tenderness and smiles. Her watery eyes were shining as she looked into his eyes. Her red lips were slightly parted, and her peach blossom eyes were smiling deeply, with a hint of seductive sweetness. Her long eyelashes like butterfly wings curved deeply to the corners of her eyes as she smiled.
Nan Zeyu looked at her sweet and charming little face, her white skin, her rosy lips, her clear and transparent peach blossom eyes, which were like little stars twinkling in her eyes. She said sweetly: "Feed me some strawberry juice, honey, my mouth is dry." She blinked aggrievedly.
The man's handsome face sank slightly, and his black eyes darkened. Could it be that Song Yuyan was angry again? She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and the bedroom fell silent. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at her stunned little face with a deep dark gaze. After a moment of silence, he lifted his thin lips and said softly: Okay, feed you, your husband will feed you.
She curved her watery eyes with a sweet smile and gently closed them. Nan Zeyu picked up the strawberry juice in his right hand and held it in front of her. Song Yuyan smelled the strawberry juice, her red lips slowly opened, her red lips were icy cold, and then there was a strong strawberry flavor, the juice had a little cool feeling, her throat moved, and the strawberry juice was swallowed into her stomach, she moved her red lips and said sweetly: This strawberry flavor is so delicious.
Nan Zeyu watched her drink all the strawberry juice. His eyes were gentle and he said softly: This is pure natural juice, freshly squeezed strawberry juice, made by Aunt Li. It's quite hot today, 38 degrees, so when I went to the restaurant, I saw grandpa, grandma and mom, all drinking ice-cold juice.
Song Yuyan opened her eyes and blinked. His eyes fell on her red lips, where there were some strawberries. He lowered his head, Song Yuyan's breathing quickened, and her pupils shrank. His handsome face pressed over, and his thin lips fell on his red lips. He bit the little strawberry on her red lips with his teeth. He left her red lips, and looked at her slightly red face with his dark and cold eyes. He whispered: There is a little strawberry on your red lips.
Song Yuyan avoided his deep gaze, she avoided his deep eyes, looked at his handsome face, she said softly without blushing or heartbeat: Ah, so, I thought, Nan Zeyu you... She suddenly stopped talking and paused. Nan Zeyu narrowed his black eyes slightly, his eyes were dark, he said coldly: What did you think I was, Yanyan, speak clearly.
Song Yuyan turned her little face to the left, Nan Zeyu laughed softly, raised his left hand and touched her snow-white face, he said lightly: Okay, it will be time for dinner soon, I hope you haven't eaten lunch, you are very hungry today, in the evening, I will watch you eat the maternity meal, be good, Yanyan.
Song Yuyan pouted her red lips again and nodded reluctantly. The sofa became lighter and she glanced at him. He stood up with an empty juice cup in his hand. He put it on the coffee table and continued to write the proposal. His handsome face was cold, so cold that it could turn into ice. He was like this. When he was busy working, he was extremely cold.
At seven o'clock in the evening, dinner started. Song Yuyan was held by Nan Zeyu's hand and walked to the old house restaurant. As soon as they entered the restaurant, the pregnancy nutritionist, mediator and yoga teacher stood by the door of the restaurant, bent down and said to her respectfully: "Hello, madam, hello, madam, the meal for pregnant women is ready, you can come and eat. You didn't eat in the afternoon."
"What didn't you eat?" At this time, three puzzled voices sounded. Song Yuyan was stunned and her body stiffened. She turned her eyes and looked at Ye Mingxuan, Grandpa Nan and Madam Nan who were sitting in a row on the dining table on the left. Her watery eyes were stunned for a moment, and she said with her red lips: No, no, no, nothing, Grandpa, grandma, mom.
Song Yuyan walked quickly to the dining table and chair on the right. The pregnancy nutritionist glanced at the place where Song Yuyan was sitting. She turned around and saw the man also sitting on the dining table and chair on her right. Under the dining table and chair, he held her small hand with his left big hand. Song Yuyan turned her eyes and looked at his soft eyebrows. He looked at her closely with a deep and cold gaze. He moved his sexy thin lips and said softly: Be good, Yanyan, your husband promises you that he will make changes, yes.
Song Yuyan's watery eyes stared straight at his handsome face, his tall, sharp nose, and his deep, unfathomable gaze. His thin lips curled up into a gentle smile, and she smiled sweetly, her watery eyes curved into a sweet crescent shape. She said coquettishly: Okay, okay, I believe you, you are Nan Zeyu, I believe everything you say.
Nan Zeyu chuckled softly, and after a moment, the pregnancy nutritionist came over with a tray. Song Yuyan raised her watery eyes and glanced to the right. The pregnancy nutritionist gently placed the tray on the dining table. She bent down and nodded, saying: Madam, you didn't have lunch this afternoon, so I'll add two more dishes tonight, making five meals and one soup, plus milk puffs, to supplement the nutrition for the baby in your belly.
Song Yuyan looked at the pregnancy nutritionist calmly with her watery eyes. Needless to say, she was really hungry, because she hadn't eaten in the afternoon, and now she felt her stomach was empty. She stretched her eyebrows and said sweetly: "Okay, sister, this afternoon, I... Anyway, the pregnancy nutritionist straightened up and looked at Song Yuyan. She smiled gently and said: "It's okay, ma'am, I can understand you. During pregnancy, your emotions will fluctuate more or less, so you still have to pay more attention."
She blinked and smiled slightly. Nan Zeyu glanced at her delicate profile and said coldly: Eat quickly. If my baby is hungry, your husband will not agree to your request. Song Yuyan turned her head quickly. She frowned and looked at Nan Zeyu. He glanced at her and raised his eyebrows and said: You have to listen to me before I agree to you, Yanyan.
Song Yuyan's watery eyes darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said: Okay, I'll eat and listen to you, Nan Zeyu, if you dare to lie to me you're done! After that, she raised her left hand, clenched it into a small fist, and made a gesture to beat you. He curled his thin lips, retracted his gaze, and lowered his head.
Song Yuyan's watery eyes turned back and fell on the dining table. On the plate, there were tomato beef rolls, dumplings with shrimp, chicken slices stewed with tea tree mushrooms, stir-fried chicken breast with carrots and beef, and vegetable meat rolls, and tea duck soup. Her watery eyes moved and thought it was not bad. She raised her little hand, lowered her head, and ate.
The next afternoon, Song Yuyan woke up at exactly three o'clock in the afternoon. She turned her head and saw Nan Zeyu sitting in front of the bed, looking at her with deep eyes. She said with her red lips: "Husband, husband, I want to wash up." Nan Zeyu nodded, he got up from the bed, and Song Yuyan slowly sat up from the bed.
Finally, Nan Zeyu carried her to the bathroom and put her on the sink. She sat down and he brushed her teeth and washed her face. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his strong waist. She looked at him with her watery eyes, which were as clear as autumn water. He was wearing a dark blue home suit with a slightly open collar. She smiled.
Nan Zeyu glared at her with his deep black eyes, his handsome face pressed against her small face, the whole person oppressed her, she kept blinking her watery eyes, she blushed and lowered her head, he smiled sexy, and said in a low voice: Close your eyes, I will wash your face. Song Yuyan raised her head obediently, and she closed her eyes obediently.
After washing up, Nan Zeyu took her to the cloakroom, where he picked out for her a lightweight crystal rhinestone vest-style pleated skirt, a pleated skirt, and a small vest-style top. She looked extremely delicate, like a pampered little princess, a rich lady, with her entire body snow-white with pink, especially her pink neck line, as white as snow.
In the study, Song Yuyan sat on the sofa. Bai Xun walked up to her. He leaned over and nodded, saying: Madam, you also came with President Nan. Good afternoon. Did you just wake up? Song Yuyan held a tablet in her hand. She looked up at Assistant Bai Xun. Her eyes were clear and transparent. She said sweetly: Yes, Nan Zeyu said he would make changes for me, so he brought me to the study as well. Will it not disturb you?
Nan Zeyu came over, he bent down, his deep black eyes looked at her quietly, she met his dark eyes, she blinked tenderly, his dark eyes looked at her snow-white face tenderly, her eyebrows were sweet, her red lips were bright, he moved his thin lips slightly and said: Of course not, you are Mrs. Nan, without you your husband has no motivation to work.
Song Yuyan's face turned slightly red, her watery eyes suddenly froze, she was caught off guard by the man's seriousness, she looked away and looked at the study door, Nan Zeyu straightened up and glanced at Bai Xun, his eyes were cold, Bai Xun hadn't reacted yet, Nan Zeyu said solemnly: Bai Xun, Madam, you can come here to do whatever you want, just take care of your own thing, don't say anything else.
Bai Xun's whole body trembled. Did he say something wrong again? He leaned forward and nodded, "Okay, okay, President, I got it." Nan Zeyu began to work in the company. He sat down on the desk chair while Bai Xun reported on his work. He typed on the computer and picked up a folder to read it. Then, he picked up the pen on the desk. I don't know what he was doing.
Song Yuyan was playing games on her tablet. She turned around and saw Nan Zeyu busy at work. It is said that men who work hard are the most handsome. It is true. Nan Zeyu is so handsome now. He has a cold aura that makes people dare not get close to him. His handsome face is like ice and his thick eyebrows are very sharp.
Her pregnancy reactions were sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker. As she looked at him, her eyelids drooped. After a while, sleepiness came over her. Song Yuyan closed her eyelids, tilted her head, and fell asleep on the sofa. Her eyelids were very heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep on the single sofa in the study.
It was already dark when Nan Zeyu finished his work. He looked up and didn't see Song Yuyan on the sofa. He stood up anxiously, took two or three steps with his long legs, and glanced at her. She fell asleep on the sofa. He walked a few steps forward, bent down, and Bai Xun whispered: Madam is asleep, President, then I will get off work first, or...