PNB Chapter 340 Wen Zichen, this is my wedding invitation, remember to come
Chapter 340 Wen Zichen, this is my wedding invitation, remember to come
340 Wen Zichen, this is my wedding invitation, remember to come
After Song Yuyan's stomach digested the food, the two sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV. Song Yuyan sat on his lap. He looked at the TV wall and then at the little person in his arms. He looked at her lovingly and tenderly, his eyes conveyed affection, and he said softly... Little thing, you said you wanted to watch TV again, why don't you watch it again? Um... Song Yuyan was watching it on her phone.
She was about to send a message but Mu's hand paused, she raised her eyes and met the man's gentle glance. She blinked, her watery eyes were as clear and watery as a crystal ball. She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly and said: "Husband, then you watch it? I don't want to watch it. I'm watching Liu Mingxi's beauty live broadcast!" Nan Zeyu frowned slightly, his deep black eyes twisted, he said indifferently: Who is Liu Mingxi?
Song Yuyan pursed her lips, her pupils flickered, and then she raised the phone in her hand and handed it to Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu took the phone from her hand. He lowered his eyes to look at the screen of her phone, which clearly read "Liu Mingxi's Midnight Beauty Class".
Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, her eyes curved into a crescent shape, staring at his frowning profile, she said sweetly: This is a mixed-race girl, her father is from Shanghai, her mother is Korean, she is a YouTube beauty blogger, and she also has her own beauty company. I learned a lot of my makeup from her, husband.
Nan Zeyu frowned, his dark eyes turned slightly and met Song Yuyan's watery eyes that were smiling like a crescent moon. He looked at her crescent eyes with a doting smile, and he raised his eyebrows and said: Oh, so, wife, you like her very much?
Song Yuyan nodded, and she smiled again: Yes, I like this beauty blogger very much, she is beautiful, mixed-race, and she has her own beauty company. Nan Zeyu smiled, and his deep black eyes looked at her with a happy smile and said, his eyes tightened, and his voice was low: So, little thing, you also want to open a beauty company, or YouTube, and be a beauty blogger?
Song Yuyan was stunned. She glanced at the man and shook her head like a rattle, saying: No, no, no, how can I do that? I just said that, husband. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes thoughtfully. Seeing this, Song Yuyan complained in her heart: Is he really going to do it? Is he really going to set up a beauty company for her?
Nan Zeyu pondered for a long time. He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yuyan's dazed eyes. He said gently: Do you want to, wife? If you want, your husband will find you a company site and keep it for you. You can open the company when you graduate from college?
Song Yuyan looked into his deep black eyes, frowning. Can she do it? Open a beauty company? What if it fails? What a waste of money... Song Yuyan was thinking, lowering her eyebrows, and he looked at her.
After pondering for a moment, Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked at the man's dark eyes staring at her. She bit her lip and smiled lightly: Ah hey, this, husband, let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later, really. Seeing that Song Yuyan didn't want to think about it anymore, Nan Zeyu didn't ask her opinion, and raised his eyebrows and said: Okay, wife.
Song Yuyan felt that she had no experience in this area, and there was also a beauty company. She needed to know a lot of beauty skills, and she couldn't do the same thing over and over again. It was also quite complicated. Song Yuyan nodded and said lightly: Okay, husband, I'll tell you when I have any ideas in this regard.
The man nodded, and he held her waist tightly. She leaned her peach-pink face close to his chest and said in a soft voice: "Okay, thank you for your understanding, husband." Song Yuyan nestled in his arms and rubbed her little face against his arm. He lowered his eyes and looked at her like a kitten rubbing against her owner, and laughed softly.
It was almost twelve o'clock when the TV was on. Nan Zeyu felt his arms were a little sore. He wanted to move, but Song Yuyan's small hands tightly grasped the sleeves of his home clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw that Song Yuyan had fallen asleep. He raised his thin lips, raised his other hand, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, then, aimed at the TV wall and pressed the auto-off button.
Finally, the large crystal screen on the TV wall slowly went off, and then the TV was turned off. Nan Zeyu stood up, held her arms with both hands, gently lifted her body and put her on the sofa. At this time, his cell phone was ringing. Nan Zeyu laid her body flat on the sofa. She leaned her head on the sofa, her head tilted, and he straightened up.
With a step of long legs, he walked behind the sofa and took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket. Nan Zeyu saw the incoming call on the phone screen. It was a call from his father. He turned his head to look at the sofa behind him and raised his hand to press the answer button. His father's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: Hey, Xiaoyu, it's me, Dad. I looked at the calendar, it's the 19th the day after tomorrow. I just returned to the villa here and handed over the work at hand to my assistant. Dad will drive back to Ancheng tomorrow.
Nan Zeyu's throat moved, and his deep black eyes also moved. He said softly: Really? Dad, you will come back to Ancheng tomorrow, right? Nan Zhefang, who was far away in Haidu, was walking towards the villa garden of Haidu Villa. He opened the door, and two or three servants came up, took the suit jacket in his hand, bent down to take off his leather shoes, and changed into slippers.
A tired smile appeared on Nan's handsome face. His deep eyes lit up and he said with a happy voice: "Hahaha, yes, Dad will drive back tomorrow morning. Isn't the day after tomorrow your wedding with Xiaoyan? I must attend it, son."
Nan Zeyu's handsome eyebrows slowly stretched out, and his eyes curved. He said in a low voice: "Okay, Dad, I'll wait for you to come back, but are you coming back to the villa over there so late?" Nan Zeyu spoke in a low voice, for fear of waking up Song Yuyan who was sleeping on the sofa. Nan's father walked into the dining room, and he pulled out the dining table and chairs and sat down.
He glanced at the butler standing on the left and signaled with his eyes. The butler nodded, turned around and walked quickly towards the kitchen of the restaurant. Father Nan leaned back on the chair and smiled and said: It's okay, it's okay, the company has a big project these days so it's busy after all. I'll hand over the rest of the work to my assistant. I'll come back to Ancheng and it won't delay anything.
Nan Zeyu heard his father's tired voice on the phone, but he always spoke with a smile. He didn't know how he felt in his heart. He seldom contacted his father in another city in Haidao, and he only had his little wife in his eyes. He felt sad and took the initiative to care for his father and said: Okay, Dad, you should take care of yourself too.
Father Nan's face was startled, his deep eyes were slightly sour, and his voice trembled: Hey, son, son, do you know? You have never said this to your father, and now you... Nan Zeyu quickly interrupted him and said urgently: Dad, let's not talk about that, I want to carry Yanyan upstairs, she fell asleep on the sofa again, if you have anything to say, come back tomorrow and tell me.
Before Nan's father could say "OK", his son had already hung up the phone. Nan Zhefang heard the beeping sound on the phone. He smiled helplessly, put down the phone and placed it on the dining table. This son really loves his wife like his life and is extremely worried about her.
When supper was served, Nan Zhefang called housekeeper Chi and said in a calm voice: "Housekeeper Chi, help me open the safe in the bedroom, take it out and put it on the bedside table." Housekeeper Chi turned around, bowed and nodded: "Okay, Master, I'll go up right away!" Nan Zhefang nodded.
After having his midnight snack, Nan Zhefang went upstairs to his bedroom. He first went to the bathroom to take a shower. He would not go to the company early tomorrow and would drive back to Ancheng to attend his daughter-in-law's wedding. However, as a father-in-law, he had nothing to give her. Nan Zhefang finished blow-drying his hair, walked out of the bathroom, and quickly walked into the bedroom.
There were several property certificates, a car key and a silver-gold box on the bedside table in the bedroom. Nan Zhefang walked over and opened the silver-gold box on the bedside table. Inside were gold and silver stones, pearls, diamonds, agates, and a black bank card with 500 million yuan.
Nan Zhefang looked at the things in the box. These were all given to Xiaoyan by Yu. He didn't know whether she would accept them. But no matter whether his daughter-in-law would accept them or not, he, as a father-in-law, had to give them to her as a valuable gift on behalf of her family. Nan Zhefang closed the box, placed it flat on the bedside table, and sat on the edge of the bed.
I called the lobby manager of Ancheng Jinyangwan Hotel. When the call was connected, the voice of the lobby manager Ling Encen humbly said: Chairman Nan, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, I was just about to go to bed when you called me. Ling Encen quickly sat up from the bed and turned on the table lamp on the bedside table.
Nan Zhefang turned on the speaker of his mobile phone and smiled gently: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Ling. I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep. The day after tomorrow, my son and daughter-in-law will hold a wedding at Jinyang Bay Hotel. You go and clear out the largest wedding banquet hall in the hotel and decorate it gorgeously, beautifully and luxuriously. Do you understand?" Xiao Ling.
Nan Zhefang thought of Song Yuyan's sweet smile and knew that she was a dreamy little girl. He curved his thin lips, Ling Encen, quickly opened the pen and black notebook in the bedside table, and then put them on the bedside table. She swallowed and said nervously: "Well, Chairman Nan, can you repeat it again? I'll write it down and I'll arrange it tomorrow."
Nan Zhefang held the phone in his hand and spoke in a deep voice, repeating what he had just said. Ling Encen on the phone took notes very seriously. Until almost half past one, Nan Zhefang felt his eyelids a little heavy. He yawned and said, "Ha... Okay, Xiao Ling, that's all. It's getting late. You should go to bed. I'm going to sleep too. I have to drive back to Ancheng tomorrow."
Nan Family Old House
After the man gave Song Yuyan a bath, he put on her golden pajamas, carried her out of the bathroom, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. He was about to get up and walk around to the other side of the bed. Song Yuyan raised her hand and grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at her, and she said in a daze: "Hubby, don't go. Coax me to sleep, okay?"
Nan Zeyu turned around, held her hand, and put her hand back into the quilt. He slightly bent his body, leaned over, and looked down at her eyebrows. His deep black eyes looked at her, his thin lips moved, and he said softly: Be good, I'm not leaving, little thing, your husband will coax you to sleep.
Song Yuyan nodded, her small hand tightly holding his wrist. Nan Zeyu had no choice but to move her body towards the bed. He took off his shoes, got on the bed, then turned around, reached out to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, and covered him with the quilt.
The man lay on her left side. Song Yuyan rolled over and hugged him, her hands tightly around his waist, her body burrowed into his arms, her little face resting on his chest, listening to the heartbeat on his chest. Song Yuyan smiled with her lips curved, she closed her eyes and whispered: Husband, come on, coax me to sleep, and good night!
Nan Zeyu's arms were warm, and Song Yuyan felt like she was leaning against a heater. She didn't want to let go. He lowered his eyes to look at her eyebrows, the light in his eyes was soft, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes. He opened his thin lips and whispered sexily: Little thing, aren't you afraid of what your husband will do to you?
Song Yuyan had fallen asleep in a daze. She was snoring, and Nan Zeyu heard it. He put one arm around her and the other on her back, patting her gently. He whispered: Forget it, there is a long time to come. Go to sleep, go to sleep, my wife, my little darling, my princess, my little thing.
The man's voice was soft and low, with a doting smile. Nan Zeyu did not let go all night, and kept patting her back. Song Yuyan turned over several times but just couldn't turn over. The man's hand on her back made her neck sore, so she could only lean into his arms and continue to sleep.
Early the next morning, the two were still sleeping. Nan Zeyu had not woken up yet. The door to the balcony was half open, and the wind outside blew the corner of the quilt. The man's eyebrows moved, and he half-opened one eye, looked down, and gently took away the hand on her back. His hand had no feeling because it was numb. He took his hand away, put it on the quilt, turned over, and continued to sleep.
In the old house, Ye Mingxuan was having breakfast in the restaurant. It was now nine o'clock. She was eating peach gum snow swallow with corn and milk bun. Her other hand was eating a vegetable sandwich. While she was eating, Aunt Zhao rushed into the restaurant and ran to the Madam. She bent down, nodded, lowered her brows, and panted: Madam, husband, madam, the master, master, master is back, madam.
Zhao Ma panted, and said a word, panting again and again, Ye Mingxuan raised her eyes, she got up from the dining table chair, Zhao Ma raised her head, nodded and panted: Yes, yes, yes, the master is back, I saw his Bentley, madam. Ye Mingxuan didn't care whether she had enough breakfast.