boyutpedia Chapter 315: Husband, all my shares belong to Nan Group
Chapter 315: Husband, all my shares belong to Nan Group
Ye Mingxuan didn't know what to say. She turned around and looked at Song Yuyan, who was in a trance and kept her head down. She slowly raised her hand to hold her shoulders. Song Yuyan looked up blankly. Her eyes were still red and the tears were still flowing. Ye Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then she said with heartache: Xiaoyan, did you cry? Look at your eyes, they are all red. Auntie is here, don't cry!
As he spoke, Ye Mingxuan gently held her in his arms and reached out to comfort her. Song Yuyan's nose was sour, her throat was blocked, and she lowered her head. Nan Zeyu looked at her with a melancholy face. He frowned and said in a low voice: I'm here too, wife, and I'm here too!
He looked at her tenderly, Song Yuyan slowly raised her head, her watery eyes looking at him tearfully, he felt so distressed, his little wife had been crying all the way back to the old house, Nan Zeyu saw her like this, he opened his arms, Song Yuyan pushed away Ye Mu's shoulders, took a few steps forward, he hugged her tightly, Song Yuyan was a little suffocated by his hug.
She no longer felt like crying. Being held in his arms, she felt completely safe. Song Yuyan put her hand on his back and said in a muffled voice: "Honey, I'm fine." Nan Zeyu nodded, and he slowly let go of her. He and his mother, holding her arm in arm, walked out of the old house.
After a while, Song Yuyan was picked up by her husband and placed horizontally on the sofa. She curled up on the sofa. Ye Mingxuan frowned with heartache and said: Why are you crying like this, child, Xiaoyan, don't scare your aunt! She squatted down, knelt on the ground, bent down, and stretched out her hand to hold her little face.
Nan Zeyu was sitting on the sofa. He turned his head and saw her face was a little cold and pale. His eyes tightened and he said in a cold voice: "Okay, don't cry secretly, wife, you look at your face is pale, wife, wife." Nan Zeyu called her softly. She was startled and turned her head stiffly, staring at her husband who was sitting behind the sofa.
She nodded, her little mouth trembled, and she said in a daze: "Okay, okay, husband, I won't cry." Song Yuyan's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but Nan Zeyu still heard it. Ye Mingxuan looked up at her son and said with a worried look: "Why are you still looking at me? Hurry up and take your wife upstairs to rest, Xiaoyu."
Nan Zeyu looked at his mother who was squatting in front of the sofa. He nodded, then he stood up, picked up his unresponsive wife from the sofa, and slowly walked towards the stairs with her in his arms. He lowered his eyes, looked at his wife leaning on his chest, and said in a low voice: "Be good, wife, go back to the bedroom and have a good sleep, it's okay."
Song Yuyan was gently placed on the bed by Nan Zeyu. He bent down, covered her with the quilt, and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. He straightened up, glanced deeply at her who was lying flat on the bed with her head turned away, and said in a deep and cold voice: "Be good, wife, take a nap, and I'll bring you food later."
In fact, Song Yuyan did not close her eyes, but she just didn't want to talk now. Seeing this, Nan Zeyu turned around and walked out of the bedroom slowly. The bedroom door was closed. Song Yuyan turned her head and looked over. She pulled the quilt to her neck and covered her face with the quilt. She couldn't cry anymore, so that's it.
After a while, sleepiness came over her, Song Yuyan pulled back the quilt, her eyelids slowly closed, and it soon became dark. Song Yuyan slept for a long time until the light came on in the bedroom. She woke up slowly, opened her eyes, and slowly sat up from the bed.
Leaning on the bedside, he looked straight at Nan Zeyu who was walking over. Nan Zeyu was sitting in front of the bed. His eyes were gentle, his face was as deep as the sea, and he smiled softly: "Wake up, wife, it's already half past eight, are you hungry? I brought you dinner."
His voice was so gentle that she could not resist it. Song Yuyan, who had just woken up, looked a little dazed, but her eyes, as clear as crystal, were sparkling. She smiled and nodded. Nan Zeyu turned his head, put the dinner tray on the bedside table, and she glanced over.
Nan Zeyu reached out and took the dinner plate from the bedside table. Song Yuyan looked down at the dinner on the plate. There was crab meat, pork ribs stewed with corn, and blanched lettuce rolls. She raised her head and picked up the chopsticks on the plate. The crystal rice smelled fragrant. She picked up a piece of corn with her chopsticks and put it on the rice. Just as she was about to eat, she found that her fingers were weak.
She looked up at Nan Zeyu, who was smiling warmly. She pouted and whispered: "Honey, I can't hold the chopsticks. My fingers are weak." Nan Zeyu understood instantly. Finally, Nan Zeyu gently fed his wife. She leaned on the head of the bed. He scooped the rice and put the dishes into her mouth with chopsticks. She looked at him without blinking, wanting to say something but unable to.
What is she doing? She is not sick. Why is she so weak? Could it be that she cried too much today? Song Yuyan was thinking. Nan Zeyu called her. She looked confused. She slowly raised her eyes and was stunned. She opened her eyes wide and said: Huh? What's wrong? Husband, call me.
Although she was weak, her voice was sweet and soft. Nan Zeyu shook his head and smiled gently, "It's okay, honey. I thought something was wrong with you. You cried too much today. You must be a little weak because of crying. It's nothing. You can take a bath later and you'll be fine."
Song Yuyan thought so too, and she nodded. He fed her and she ate very slowly, but Song Yuyan finished it all because she was really hungry. After feeding her, Nan Zeyu stood up, picked up the dinner plate on the bed and was about to turn around and leave. Song Yuyan raised her hand and grabbed his clothes, and he turned his head.
She glanced at him, her eyes as clear as water, and said with a pitiful face: Can you not leave, husband, stay with me. Nan Zeyu smiled, and he said lightly: Be good, I'll take the tray to the restaurant, and then I'll come over, okay?
His voice was as gentle as a feather brushing against her heart. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you, husband." Watching Nan Zeyu walk out of the bedroom, Song Yuyan raised her hand and patted her head. What happened to her today? Why did she feel a little hypocritical...
Nan Zeyu went and came back almost quickly. He strode back to the bedroom. Song Yuyan looked up at him. She raised her hand and patted the bed. Nan Zeyu sat on the bed. Song Yuyan quickly became a clingy kitten and snuggled in his arms. He sat on the bed, and Song Yuyan was gently held in his arms, with her little face resting on his chest and her legs placed in the quilt.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yuyan who was leaning on his chest. Nan Zeyu's eyes were soft and his voice was soothing: What's wrong? You've become a clingy kitten. Honey, are you a little clingy today? Song Yuyan raised her head and looked at Nan Zeyu with her watery eyes calmly, who was smiling warmly.
He smiled and said gently: I'm here? Wife, tell your husband if you have anything to say, um... He raised his hand and stroked her snow-white face. Song Yuyan blinked her eyes and said puzzledly: I don't know what's wrong with me, husband, I also feel weird today.
Nan Zeyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, his dark eyes were deep, he looked at her with burning eyes, and said in a deep face: If you don't know, do you want your husband to comfort you? Song Yuyan was stunned, she blinked, then her face turned red, and her voice was low: You, you, you...what are you talking about? Husband.
This big gangster suddenly said something like this. Isn't he a cold-hearted CEO? How come he has become something else? Nan Zeyu said in a low voice. Song Yuyan's face was already red. She lowered her head and clenched her hands tightly.
It was almost nine o'clock, Nan Zeyu let go of his wife, he got up and went to take a shower. Song Yuyan had to make a phone call. She called Fang Manli, who was washing dishes at the time. Just after she finished washing the dishes and put them in the cupboard, she heard her cell phone ringing. Fang Manli turned off the kitchen light and quickly walked out of the kitchen.
Coming to the coffee table in the living room, she picked up her phone and saw that the incoming call was from her daughter. Fang Manli immediately swiped the screen of her phone and said with a gentle smile: Hey, hey, hey, Yanyan, what's wrong? Mom had just put the bowl in the cupboard when she heard the phone ring.
Song Yuyan's eyes slowly became hot and her nose felt sore again. She sat on the bed with her legs bent and said in a sweet voice: "It's okay, Mom. I'll call and ask you, Mom, what date are you planning to come to the old house? I have already told Aunt Ye that I have obtained the marriage certificate with him."
Fang Manli walked to the sofa, sat on it, and said softly: Okay, Mom will, I will go to the old house in a few days, you take care, Yanyan, you are going to get married, this month, Mom will start busying yourself with your wedding, and will buy you a dowry first. When are you going to try on the wedding dress?
Song Yuyan was stunned. She put down her legs and tried on a wedding dress? She hadn't even said this yet, but her mother had already thought of asking her to try on a wedding dress. Song Yuyan was silent on the other end of the phone. Fang Manli frowned and said softly: Are you still there, Yanyan? Hello, hello...
Song Yuyan was thinking about trying on wedding dresses. What kind of wedding dress should she try? Romantic... ladylike, feminine, or sexy. Fang Manli's scolding woke up her daughter who was daydreaming. Song Yuyan quickly came back to her senses. She held the phone in her hand and said with a dry laugh: Hey, mom, you talk, I'm listening.
Fang Manli and Song Yuyan talked a lot, and Song Yuyan listened to them all. When Nan Zeyu opened the door, she looked up and said with a sweet smile: "Okay, I know, Mom, that's it for now." After that, she hung up the phone.
Nan Zeyu came over with a hair towel in his hand. He was wearing gray-blue pajamas. He walked over wiping his hair and sat on the bed. Song Yuyan looked at him with bright eyes. His eyebrows were curved like a moon, and he said with a sweet and charming face: Honey, I thought of it. We should go try on wedding dresses!
Her voice was filled with uncontrollable joy. Nan Zeyu smiled softly. He looked at her with his deep black eyes. With a deep gaze and a warm smile, he said: Of course I know, wife, what time do you want to try on the wedding dress? Your husband will accompany you.
Song Yuyan nodded shyly and hugged him. He placed the hair towel on the top of her head. Then, his black eyes were burning. He raised his hands to hold her little face. She took the initiative to offer her red lips and put her arms around his neck. He no longer endured it. He eagerly pressed her red lips, wantonly plundering her sweetness, prying open her lips and teeth, conquering the city and marching straight in.
Song Yuyan's body became hot and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His kiss was like a hot fire, as if it wanted to engulf her mouth. There was no sign of the hot kiss stopping, and he kissed her down on the bed. The two of them kissed on the bed until they had difficulty breathing. Nan Zeyu's hand began to wander on her back, and he was about to lift up her skirt.
Song Yuyan suddenly pushed him away, her little face red as an apple, panting and saying: That, huhuhuhu... I haven't taken a shower yet, husband. Song Yuyan stood up quickly, jumped off the carpet, and ran out of his bedroom.
Nan Zeyu was startled, and a surge of heat rose in his body. His black eyes turned red. He turned his head to look over. He almost lost control again. It was really almost. Who made her take the initiative? Nan Zeyu cursed in annoyance: Nan Zeyu, calm down, don't be impulsive!
He got up from the bed and calmed down immediately. Then Nan Zeyu crawled on the carpet and did plank exercises. If he did this again next time, he would remind himself to do plank exercises to calm himself down.
In the bathroom, Song Yuyan was lying in the huge bathtub. She was still gasping for breath and felt a little pain in her lips. She raised her hand and touched her lips, which were swollen. Song Yuyan pouting and said: It's all your fault. Why are you so crazy? You took the initiative.
She had been bathing in the bathtub for more than an hour, and when she slowly opened her eyes and was about to stand up, she felt dizzy and was about to fall forward. Song Yuyan was so scared that she screamed, "Ah, husband, come quickly." Her voice was very loud, and the next second her ankle slipped and she sat down in the bathtub.
Then, Nan Zeyu finished the plank and stood up. He heard a scream, and walked quickly out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom door. He frowned and saw that something was wrong. He raised his legs and kicked the door. The bathroom door was kicked open, and the bathroom was misty and blurry, as if he had entered a foggy forest.
He walked quickly to the bathtub, lowered his eyes, looked at her with watery eyes and frowned, and she said nervously: "Honey, I dozed off and my butt hurts, I can't get up." Her voice was weak and her eyes were watery.
Nan Zeyu raised his hand, bent down and rolled up his pajamas, then stepped into the bathtub with his legs and gently helped her out of the bathtub. Nan Zeyu was also very nervous. He took a deep breath and quickly closed his eyes. Song Yuyan held his hand tightly, and she leaned on the support of his palm and stepped out of the bathtub.