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

Chapter 368 Xiaoyan, Dad will give you a hot spring pool in the future!

The three of them returned to the Jinshui Villa District. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening. Song Yuyan's lips were still smiling. The man glanced at her sideways and said with a smile: "Hahaha, wife, what are you laughing at? The corners of your mouth have been curved since we were in the car. Song Yuyan turned her head to look at Nan Zeyu, meeting his warm and smiling black eyes. His eyes were as soft as water, and she looked at him with her watery eyes wide open.

The two looked at each other, and seeing this, Nan's father said in a calm voice: It's getting dark, how long are you two going to do this? We are not planning to have dinner... Song Yuyan quickly raised her eyes and saw Nan's father standing at the door of the villa. She walked forward quickly, and Nan Zeyu followed behind her.

Song Yuyan walked up to Nan Zhefang. Nan's father glanced at her. Song Yuyan took his arm. Nan's father was about to raise his hand to knock on the door when the door of the villa suddenly opened. The father-in-law and daughter-in-law looked up and saw Zhang's mother standing at the door of the villa. She bent down and nodded and said: You are back, master, young lady.

Song Yuyan's eyebrows curved, and she smiled sweetly. She said sweetly: "Yes, Zhang's mother, my father-in-law and my husband are back from the amusement park." Zhang's mother, is dinner ready? Nan's father immediately interrupted and said: "No, Zhang's mother, clean up the kitchen and I'll cook."

Song Yuyan turned her eyes to Nan Zhefang, who smiled lovingly and said: Dad will make dinner for you, okay? Xiaoyan. The man also came over, he stood on the right side of Song Yuyan, holding her small hand with his big hand. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's father, his eyebrows were cold, his black eyes were dim, he said lightly: Don't ask Yanyan, Dad, just go and make dinner.

Song Yuyan frowned slightly, she turned to look at Nan Zeyu, her eyes darkened, she angrily scolded: "Look at you, Nan Zeyu, how are you talking to your father? You are ordering Dad around, do you know? Hurry up and apologize to Dad."

Nan's father smiled. He looked at his daughter-in-law who was scolding her husband with a sullen face. Nan Zhefang said helplessly: Okay, okay, Zeyu, you also know how to order your father around? You chat with your wife, and Dad will go to make dinner for you.

After Father Nan finished speaking, he stepped into the villa. Song Yuyan turned around and looked at Father Nan's figure walking in slowly. She pouted her mouth angrily and said: I'm angry, Nan Zeyu, you talk to your dad like this, he is your father, and you really are ordering your father around, right?

Hearing this, the man's face was startled, his black eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to hug Song Yuyan's waist. Song Yuyan said coldly: I don't want to pay attention to you, don't pay attention to you, don't touch me. After that, Song Yuyan took a step and walked into the villa. Nan Zeyu frowned and turned to look over. What's wrong with this little thing? Why is she angry again...

Song Yuyan entered the villa and did not stay in the living room. Instead, she went upstairs to the guest room where they lived. She opened the door, closed the door, and leaned her back against the door. Her watery eyes were gloomy and her red lips were puffed up with anger. She thought for a moment and took out the mobile phone from her bag.

After dialing Ye Mingxuan's cell phone number, Song Yuyan walked to the sofa in the guest room. She sat on the sofa, then lay on the sofa, looking at the jade-colored crystal chandelier with her big eyes. She put the phone to her ear, and when the call came back, she sat up from the sofa.

Ye's mother's joyful laughter came from the phone: "Xiaoyan, hahaha, why are you calling at this time? Have you had dinner? Your mother and I are having dinner outside. Where's Xiaoyu? Where's your father-in-law?" Song Yuyan's eyebrows softened, her lips slightly raised, and she said in a sweet voice: "Dad took me and Nan Zeyu to the playground here in the afternoon, and we just returned to Dad's villa."

Ye Mingxuan responded indifferently: Oh, so, did you have dinner outside? Xiaoyan, I arrived at your house at almost twelve o'clock last night. Your mother was so enthusiastic and cooked several dishes for me. Your mother and I ate until after three in the morning. Then, we drank some red wine and fell asleep on the sofa. It was so interesting, hahaha.

Song Yuyan listened to Ye's mother's laughter, and she also laughed softly. She responded softly and sweetly: "Really? Mom, I just scolded Nan Zeyu in front of Dad. He angrily ordered Dad to make dinner. I couldn't bear it, so I scolded him and was a little angry."

Ye's mother frowned. She could tell that Song Yuyan's voice sounded a little angry. She put down her chopsticks. Fang Manli smiled brightly. She leaned over. Ye Mingxuan turned her head and glanced at her. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling and she smiled like a flower: It's Xiaoyan, but she seems a little angry. She just scolded Xiaoyu. These two...

Fang's mother's breath stagnated, her face was stunned, scolding... She stopped eating, stood up, walked around behind, bent over and put her ear close to Ye Mingxuan's ear to hear Song Yuyan's dissatisfied voice on the phone: How could this be possible? Mom, you won't blame me, I scolded Nan Zeyu, I didn't mean to do this, but when he saw the tone he spoke to Dad, I couldn't help it and...

Fang's mother frowned tightly. She knew how Yanyan could scold her husband. Now her mother-in-law was listening to what she said. What if her mother-in-law remembered it? Song Yuyan didn't dare to control her temper. She had an urge to grab the phone.

Fang Manli then sat on another chair. She frowned and looked at Ye Mingxuan who was talking on the phone with her daughter. Ye Mingxuan looked up at her. Her beautiful eyes slightly curved and she looked at her with a gentle smile. Her red lips moved slightly and she said in a gentle voice: It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyan. Mom tells you, Xiaoyu's temper really needs you to cure it. Well done, Xiaoyan.

Song Yuyan on the phone was stunned. Mother Ye was not angry, not angry... She scolded Nan Zeyu, her eyes widened, and said cautiously: Then... Mom, you are not angry? Mother Ye then responded: Mom is not angry, you are his wife, it is your duty to teach your husband a lesson, Mom is really not angry.

Song Yuyan was relieved, she smiled and said: Aha, OK, I will pay attention to my temper next time, then you and my mom can eat slowly, but don't eat too much, I won't disturb you. After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, Song Yuyan murmured with a cold face: Even my mother supports me, so I am not afraid.

Ye Mingxuan put her cell phone on the dining table. Fang Manli looked at Ye Mingxuan, frowned and said helplessly: "Mother-in-law, don't be angry. Yanyan's temper is a bit like mine. Don't take it to heart that she scolded Zeyu!" Ye Mingxuan looked up at Fang Manli's nervous face, she smiled softly and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Sister Fang, Xiaoyan is Xiaoyu's wife, and she can cure that bad boy's problems. I'm not angry and I won't take it to heart."

Fang Manli was startled. Her mother-in-law wouldn't be angry... She opened her eyes wide and looked at Ye Mingxuan. Ye Mingxuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Sister Fang, I'm really not angry. Really, that brat Zeyu just lacks a little attitude when talking to his father. Now Xiaoyan is scolding him. It's natural for a wife to control her husband!"

Fang Manli breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ye Mingxuan's smiling face, and said with a smile: That's good, that's good, mother-in-law, Yanyan was spoiled by me, so her temper is the same. There will be no problem between her and Zeyu, so don't worry, mother-in-law.

Ye Mingxuan picked up the golden chopsticks beside the bowl and dish, her eyes fell on the dining table, turned her head, and said to Fang Manli with a gentle and pleasant face: "Eat, eat, mother-in-law, I'm really not angry, eat, eat." Fang Manli nodded, stood up, sat back in her original seat, and also picked up the chopsticks to eat.

After Song Yuyan finished the call, she seemed not to be so angry anymore. She stood up from the sofa, put her phone on the sofa, opened the door, walked downstairs, and looked up. The man was standing at the stairs with his back to her. The anger in her heart rose again. She said angrily with a gloomy face: "Why are you standing there? Nan Zeyu, I tell you, I am just angry..."

The man turned around slowly, his pair of dark eyes as deep as the night sea were looking at her calmly. She gloomy-faced, took a few big steps forward, raised her head, and looked at Nan Zeyu coldly. He frowned slightly, his thin lips moved slightly, and looked into her eyes deeply. He said calmly: Are you still angry? Wife, um...

Song Yuyan turned her face away and didn't look at him. He raised his hand to support her shoulder, but Song Yuyan dodged. His hand froze in mid-air and then slowly dropped it. Song Yuyan faced him sideways, revealing her profile. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look over, and he said with a quick breath: I'm wrong, wife, can you please stop being angry?

Song Yuyan was still angry and refused to talk to him. She turned around and was about to walk to the living room. The man quickly grabbed her wrist. Her wrist tightened. Song Yuyan looked back and saw him looking at her helplessly. She glared at him and said calmly: Let go, Nan Zeyu, I don't want to listen to you.

Nan Zeyu frowned, pursed his thin lips, his handsome face darkened, and his dark eyes turned cold. Seeing this, Song Yuyan said calmly: "Okay, I'm not angry anymore, you let go of my wrist." The man let go of her wrist, she took her wrist and rubbed it, lowered her eyes and saw that it was a little red. This man was really strong.

Nan Zeyu took a few steps forward, carefully holding her wrist, looking down, he frowned, at a loss: "My wrist is red, I...Wife, Yanyan, I didn't mean it." He lowered his head, and Song Yuyan responded: "I just called my mother, she and my mother were having dinner outside, I told her that I scolded you, and she supported me."

The man immediately looked up, and his deep black eyes stared at Song Yuyan without blinking. Song Yuyan felt uncomfortable with him looking at her. She avoided his gaze and looked elsewhere. She continued in a low voice: My mother said that it is natural for a wife to control her husband.

Nan Zeyu smiled softly, looking at her softly, and said in an indulgent tone: "Okay, I'll let you control me, the wife controls the husband, you can control me however you want." Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, and she looked back, meeting the man's gentle black eyes, and she curved her lips and smiled.

Seeing that Song Yuyan was finally no longer angry, he gently held her in his arms. Song Yuyan put her arms around his shoulders and said sweetly: "Husband, you must remember that everything you have now is given to you by your father. You shouldn't talk to your father in that tone. I hope you can understand."

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, he hugged her tightly, and after a moment, he said calmly: Okay, wife, I will listen to you. After the two reconciled, they walked hand in hand to the villa restaurant. They sat down on the dining table. Nan Zeyu looked down at the time on his watch. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He turned his head to look at Song Yuyan who was sitting on the right. He said helplessly: This is the first time I have dinner made by my father. Why do I have a bad premonition?

Song Yuyan was startled. She was about to ask the man, but the next second, the butler came over quickly. He bent over, nodded, and said, "Master, the young lady can start the meal. The master will be here soon. Please wait a moment." Song Yuyan looked at the butler with bright eyes. She smiled sweetly and said, "It's okay, butler grandpa, we'll wait a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Zhefang came over with wind-like steps. He smiled gently and said, "You must have waited for a long time, Xiaoyan, Xiaoyu, Dad has just prepared the dishes. Aunt Zhang, Aunt Wang, and Aunt Chen are serving the dishes." Father Nan turned his head and saw several servants carrying hot dishes and placing them one by one on the dining table.

Song Yuyan smiled brightly, her eyes fell on the dining table, wow, braised pork, she counted silently, nine dishes, raised her eyes to look at Nan's father standing beside the dining table, she curved her eyebrows and said: These are all my favorite dishes, Dad, thank you!

At the dining table, Nan's father sat next to Song Yuyan on a chair at the side of the table and picked up a lot of dishes for her, such as braised pork, shrimps, teal, etc. Song Yuyan ate the fragrant braised pork in the bowl and ate it with the braised pork sauce, which was sweet and sour. Father Nan looked at her eating with a happy look on her face. He smiled gently: If you like braised pork, then eat more, Xiaoyan, hahaha.

Father Nan picked up several more pieces of braised pork for Song Yu. The man glanced at him, his face darkened, and his dark eyes became cold. He said coldly: "Dad, that's enough. Yanyan can't finish so much braised pork." Father Nan looked over, nodded, and put down his chopsticks.

Nan Zeyu glanced at her, her hair was about to be eaten into the bowl. He frowned, raised his hand to gather the wavy curls on her shoulders, and said in a low voice with a gloomy face: Look at what you are eating, your hair is about to be eaten into the bowl, wife, don’t eat too much, be good.

Song Yuyan wouldn't listen to her and insisted on eating. Seeing this, Nan's father fell silent, as if he had given his daughter-in-law too much braised pork. After a moment's silence, Song Yuyan raised her head and looked at Nan Zeyu who was eating silently with cold eyes. She responded: I know it myself, you don't need to say more, just eat yours.