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

Chapter 418 Brother Xia, please let my Jiayi be your Mrs. Xia

Soon, Song Yuyan had been in the hospital for more than a week. Every day when the nurse came to check on her, Nan Zeyu would ask the nurse how to provide the best sense of security to the newborn. The nurse would tell him not to ignore or neglect her, and to pay attention to her facial emotions. Nan Zeyu listened very carefully. He thought that Song Yuyan was still too young. She was only 20 and he felt so distressed for her to become a mother.

In the afternoon, Song Yuyan just woke up. Her snow-white peach-pink face looked like a peach petal that had just awakened. Her snow-white skin was sweet and tender like a girl. Her pinkness made his black eyes suddenly red. He quickly turned around, took a few deep breaths, and said in a deep voice: Sit up when you wake up. Why are you lying on the quilt? Wife.

As a result, the man turned around and saw Song Yuyan with her legs raised, her cute little face smiling sweetly at him. She was lying on the quilt, her hospital gown and pants revealing her porcelain white ankles, red with pink, pink with white. His deep black eyes shrank, his handsome face sank, and he pursed his thin lips and said: Song Yuyan, who told you to lie like this? Your stomach will be affected if you lie like this.

She has a pair of sweet and soft eyes that seem to be able to speak, and her eyes are full of water, with tiny stars hidden in them. Her eyes are crystal clear, and her sweet peach blossom eyes are curved into a sweet crescent shape. Her red lips are watery with a strawberry color, and the corners of her lips are also curved.

Song Yuyan smiled slightly on her little face, and she said sweetly: What's wrong? Honey, it's okay, I just want to lie down like this. I lie in bed every day, and my legs are about to be paralyzed. Honey, I want to be discharged from the hospital.

Her watery eyes looked aggrieved, glistening with tears, and her red lips were slightly pouted. Nan Zeyu walked to the bedside and squatted in front of her. He knelt on the ground with his legs, holding her pretty little face in his warm big hands. Song Yuyan brought her little face to him, and he leaned his waist to the side, and directly placed her little face on his arm as a pillow. She raised her eyelids and looked at him without blinking.

The man lowered his eyelids, his dark eyes looked at her delicate appearance with a doting smile, Song Yuyan's long eyelashes fluttered gently, her clear and transparent eyes were sparkling, and she smiled. She leaned her little face over, and his handsome face leaned forward, her red lips fell on the tip of his nose, his thin lips, and both sides of his handsome cheeks.

Nan Zeyu's breath sprayed on her snow-white skin, warm and hot. Song Yuyan's face flushed. Her little heart really couldn't bear the sight of such a magnified handsome face! She felt like her breathing had stopped.

She tilted her head and placed her arm flat on his. She lowered her eyes. His arm was firm, tight, and white as jade. She stretched out her little finger and gently stroked the small hair on his arm. She said in a soft and tender voice: "Hubby, the small hair on your arm is so small. I can only see your capillaries. Hmm..."

Song Yuyan raised her eyes and stopped breathing. Nan Zeyu's deep dark eyes stared at her. Her watery eyes were suddenly startled, and her ears quickly turned red. She blinked, lowered her head, and whispered: You, you, you, Nan Zeyu, don't you know that pregnant women can't resist temptation? You still, you still...

She lowered her voice, and it was very soft, but Nan Zeyu still heard it all. He raised his right hand and touched the top of her head. Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. This man was so good at teasing her that she even had the urge to push him away.

After a while, Song Yuyan sat up from the hospital bed. She clamored and asked not to stay in the bed or in the ward because it was too stuffy. Nan Zeyu had to pick her up and walk out of the ward. Song Yuyan frowned and looked at his cold and handsome profile. His face was as handsome as if carved by a knife, with his nose bone line, lip line, cold and heavy eyes, black eyelashes, and beautiful upturned arc. His cold face, his noble and cold handsome look made her heart beat fast.

With a sudden feeling of weightlessness, her feet left the ground. Song Yuyan reached out her soft little hands, climbed behind his neck and hugged him tightly. Nan Zeyu held her in his arms and walked out of the VIP ward. As soon as they walked out of the ward, they attracted the doctors and nurses passing by in the corridor. Song Yuyan lowered her head nervously.

Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes slightly, looking at her slightly rosy earlobes, and her shy look with her lips buried in his chest. He raised a wicked curve and said sexily: My Mrs. Nan, you are so easily frightened after getting pregnant. Look, your earlobes are rosy and make me want to suck them.

Song Yuyan's heart beat rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She said sullenly: Nan Zeyu, you only know how to bully me, hum! With a girlish rage, shame and petty indignation, Nan Zeyu laughed softly, and a magnetic and sexy low voice rolled out of his throat: My wife, what should I do if you suffocate yourself like this? Be good and show your little face.

Song Yuyan slowly raised her head, and her eyes met the man's dark eyes as deep as a cold pond, so deep and dark that she was stunned and lost in thought until Nan Zeyu said to her softly and quietly, "Yan Yan, Yan Yan, wife." She opened her eyes wide and looked at his soft and doting eyes.

Her watery eyes moved, blinked, nodded and said: "Yes, husband, humph, I don't want to pay attention to you." She turned her face away in anger, Nan Zeyu smiled dotingly, and continued to walk forward with long legs, passing the corridor in the ward. There were only him and her on the corridor, and then walked to a garden room.

Nan Zeyu kicked the door open and carried her in. Song Yuyan's eyes sparkled. She glanced around and looked carefully. There were so many flowers blooming brilliantly. The man lowered his eyes and glanced at her. His eyes were doting and soft, and he whispered: The only garden room in the VIP ward, wife.

Song Yuyan was held in Nan Zeyu's arms and sat on his lap. She sat sideways on his lap. The man stretched out his strong arms and tied her waist, avoiding her belly. Nan Zeyu looked at her soft, tender and sweet little face. She said happily: So beautiful, so beautiful, the flowers here are so beautiful, husband.

Nan Zeyu looked at her and smiled. She raised her eyes slightly and met his gloomy gaze, like a valley, so deep that it made her lose her mind. Her watery eyes were in a trance, and there was silence between them. Her sparkling pupils moved and her red lips quivered. After a moment of silence, she moved her red lips and said: Husband, I... I want to take a good look at Huahua and don't want you to look at me.

The man frowned slightly, nodded gently, and said with his thin lips: "Okay, okay, okay, you see, I won't disturb you." Well, Nan Zeyu changed her sitting position and let her lie on his legs. Song Yuyan was speechless. Isn't this just staring at his handsome face?

Nan Zeyu saw her face sank, so he stood up, lifted her up from his legs, and leaned her head against his strong chest. The clear and masculine fragrance of his perfume filled her nostrils. She stretched out her little face and looked up at him, only seeing the skeletal muscles of his jawbone.

She looked at the flowers in the garden room, her eyes as clear as flowing water, shining with the light of rippling water waves. Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and said: A loving husband, leaning on his sexy chest, looking at the picturesque garden room, what kind of enjoyment is this in the world?

Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at her, his right hand moved down to her flat belly. Song Yuyan was startled, her pupils dilated, and she looked up. The man smiled at her tenderly, his deep black eyes were dazzling and dark, and the smile in his eyes was deep and gentle.

His gentle big hand stroked her belly. Song Yuyan frowned slightly. Why did he touch her belly for no reason? He touched her belly and rubbed it gently, saying softly: "It will slowly bulge next month. Honey, after you are discharged from the hospital, I have to prepare maternity clothes for you, the most beautiful maternity clothes for you."

Song Yuyan's delicate eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and she pursed her lips and said: I don't want to, I'm only 20 and I have to wear maternity clothes, I don't want to wear it... But, Nan Zeyu looked at her pursed red lips, and she suddenly stopped talking.

Nan Zeyu pursed his lips and laughed sexy: Come on, why don't you say anything, Yanyan. Song Yuyan snorted coldly, he raised his right palm and patted her back gently, he said lightly: Even if you are pregnant, you are still the sweetest pregnant mother.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening. Nan Zeyu took Song Yuyan out of the garden room and carried her back to the VIP ward. When they entered the VIP ward, the dazzling crystal chandelier was already on. Song Yuyan was sitting on the sofa. He straightened up. At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open.

The nurse came to deliver meals for pregnant women. Song Yuyan smiled sweetly. The nurse came over pushing a dining cart. She came in front of Song Yuyan with three dishes and a soup, bent down slightly, and put them on the coffee table. The nurse stood up, nodded and smiled: Madam, this is today's meal for pregnant women. Tonight there are three dishes and one soup, including lobster with vermicelli in garlic sauce, pigeon soup with matsutake mushrooms, spare ribs stewed with morels, and a bowl of black-shredded chicken stew with red dates and wolfberries.

Song Yuyan nodded slightly, and the nurse brought another dessert. She placed it on the coffee table and nodded, "Madam, this is bird's nest stewed with strawberry milk. The milk is sweet and fresh. It is actually a kind of milk jelly. It is delicious, madam." Song Yuyan looked up and smiled sweetly at the nurse.

The nurse's face turned slightly red. She had seen Mrs. Nan lying on the bed several times when she came to the ward. After taking a closer look, she found that President Nan's wife was so sweet, like honey water, so sweet that her heart was softened into water. The nurse took a deep breath and said softly with a smile: "Madam, please enjoy your meal. This bird's nest stewed with milk has several flavors, including oatmeal, guava, and milk."

Song Yuyan blinked her sparkling crystal eyes and said sweetly: "Okay, nurse sister, I will enjoy it." The nurse's nervous heart was beating fast, she bowed, then straightened up, turned around, pushed the dining cart, and walked away quickly.

Nan Zeyu stood in front of the window. He turned his head and looked at Song Yuyan who was sitting on the sofa eating a maternity meal. She didn't cry this afternoon. He accompanied her to the garden room for the whole afternoon. It seems that the emotions of a pregnant woman should also be taken into consideration.

When he came out of the shower, Song Yuyan had finished her maternity meal. She touched her belly, turned her head to glance at the tall figure standing on the left, and said sweetly and softly: This bird's nest stewed with milk is so delicious, husband, it's the first time I've eaten stewed milk with the texture of milk jelly, it melts in my mouth and is so delicious.

The man walked over slowly with his long legs and squatted under her. She lowered her eyes and looked into his deep black eyes. Song Yuyan moved close to his handsome face, holding her handsome face with her small hands. Her red lips fell on his sexy thin lips. She kissed him passionately. Nan Zeyu's black eyes became more profound, and his eyes were dark and deep.

He quickly raised his right hand and clasped the back of her head, deepening the kiss, driving straight in, conquering the city, sweeping away the sweetness in her lips and teeth, sweeping the sweetness in her mouth. She had just eaten bird's nest stewed with milk, and there was a faint taste of strawberry and fresh milk in her mouth. He took advantage of her madly until Song Yuyan felt her lips and tongue were numbed by his sucking and she could hardly breathe, then he let her go.

Song Yuyan took a deep breath, her face flushed into a peach color, her red lips were already swollen from his kisses, and there was still crystal clear light in her eyes, which made her look even sweeter. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes warmed up, and he stood up and said in a low and hoarse voice: You little pregnant woman, you really think I dare not do anything to you, right? I'm afraid of hurting you at night, my wife.

Song Yuyan raised her eyes, looking at him with crystal clear eyes, her eyes full of mist. She puffed her lips and said: Hubby, I am pampering you, do you know, I...ah hubby, you... Before Song Yuyan could finish her words, the man had leaned down, raised his hands, pressed on her shoulders, and her whole back leaned back behind the sofa.

She opened her eyes wide in astonishment and looked at Nan Zeyu. His handsome face was calm and his eyes, as black as the night sea, looked at her deeply and deeply. Song Yuyan felt her shoulders were very heavy. She frowned and said: Husband, you hurt my shoulder, it hurts, my shoulder hurts.

Song Yuyan's face wrinkled slightly, her watery eyes were sparkling with a lot of water, as clear as a crystal ball. Nan Zeyu glanced at her shoulder, and when his deep black eyes fell on her little face, he left her shoulder, slowly straightened up, stood up, he stood with his long legs, and said calmly: I'm sorry, wife, I just, you little pregnant woman, you can take your husband's life.

Song Yuyan looked at the man who turned around and went to the bathroom again. What happened to her? Why did she want to kill him? She was a little pregnant, but she didn't want to kill him... She raised her hand and touched her belly gently. She said sweetly: Baby, your daddy calls me a little pregnant woman and mommy a little pregnant woman, but, okay, mommy is a little pregnant woman.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Song Yuyan opened her eyes because of the discomfort in her stomach. Her stomach was churning and she felt very uncomfortable. She threw off the quilt and got out of bed, ran barefoot to the bathroom, ran to the toilet lid, bent down, opened the lid, and vomited violently. Her throat was about to burst. After vomiting, her legs became weak and she almost fell to the ground.