PNB Chapter 339: Countdown to the wedding.
Chapter 339: Countdown to the wedding.
339 Countdown to the wedding.
Song Yuyan slept for a while and woke up at almost ten o'clock in the morning. She opened her eyes and sat up slowly, leaning her back against the headboard. Her eyelids were still heavy, so she lowered her head and relaxed. She opened her eyes and raised her head. She glanced at the bed on the right; it was empty. She dazedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on her slippers, and was about to get up.
The bedroom door was pushed open at this time, Song Yuyan turned her head and saw a man wearing a gray and black satin home suit, holding a dinner plate in his hand, walking in. Song Yuyan quickly raised her hand to tidy up the hair on both sides of her forehead. She stood up from the bed and stood up straight. He strode towards her with his long legs.
Song Yuyan smiled with her watery eyes, looking at Nan Zeyu who was striding towards her with pure and clear eyes. She said with a smile: "Honey, I'm awake. Is this lunch or breakfast you brought me, Nan Zeyu?"
Nan Zeyu put the tray on the bed. Song Yuyan squatted down and sat cross-legged on the carpet. He smiled and sat cross-legged with her on the ice cream pink carpet. She bent her legs and rested her head on his shoulder. He put one hand on her shoulder and stretched out his other hand to pick up the platinum tray on the bed.
The man gently put his arm around her waist with one hand, picked up a spoon with the other hand, and scooped some yam and pork rib porridge into the plate. Song Yuyan glanced at her sideways, and he put the pork rib porridge into her mouth. She opened her little mouth and drank the pork rib porridge he fed her in a small sip. She moved her cheeks and chewed gently.
Song Yuyan opened her watery eyes wide, she looked up with her eyelids showing, and said incoherently: "Husband, what else is on the plate?" She chewed the yam and pork ribs in her mouth. Nan Zeyu glanced at her profile, which was bulging like a small pufferfish. He whispered: "There are also strawberry sandwiches, double egg rolls, and milk soup noodles, that's all."
Song Yuyan nodded, and after a moment, the man fed her the rest of the breakfast on the plate. After finishing the milk soup noodles, Song Yuyan raised her head and glanced at the man. The man's handsome eyebrows were stretched, his long eyelashes were longer than hers, and his knife-carved nose was straight and tall, like a slide.
Nan Zeyu's dark eyes turned and met Song Yuyan's probing eyes. His dark eyes tightened and he leaned his whole face close to her, scaring Song Yuyan so much that she stopped breathing and her face turned red with nervousness. The man said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you probing me? Wife, um..."
Song Yuyan felt her breathing quicken, and the man's breath sprayed on her face. He pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Anyway, I don't have to go to the company for three days, wife, if you are interested, I don't mind serving you."
Song Yuyan was so scared that she pushed him away. She stood up from the carpet and jumped several meters away. Song Yuyan blinked and stammered: "Well, I, well, I, I'm going to wash up. You men are full of energy in the morning and do that. I..." Song Yuyan couldn't go on. Her face flushed. She didn't dare to look at him. She turned away and quickly ran out of the bedroom.
Song Yuyan touched her hot cheeks and walked towards the bathroom. She entered the bathroom, washed up, walked out of the bathroom, looked up, and saw Nan Zeyu sitting on the sofa. She moved over nervously. The man sitting on the sofa had a gloomy face and his dark eyes were gloomy.
With thin lips slightly parted, he said in a low and cold voice: Come here. Song Yuyan walked over quickly and sat next to him. He turned his head to look at her. Song Yuyan's heart hit her chest. She met his cold black eyes. She stared at him woodenly with her watery eyes. She bit her lip and said softly: Husband, husband, I really didn't mean it just now, really...
Nan Zeyu raised a faint smile on his thin lips and raised his hand to touch the back of her head. His dark eyes, as deep as ancient Tan, looked at her rosy little face. Song Yuyan's heart was beating like a pounding drum. She raised her eyelids, her pupils dilated, and raised her hands to hug his waist.
Finally, Song Yuyan's panting came from the bedroom. Their clothes fell off and fell all over the carpet. The two of them were like a fire. Once ignited, they couldn't get off. From the sofa, to the bathroom, to the cloakroom, there were traces of their charming scenery. Song Yuyan tightly grasped Nan Zeyu's arm. He pressed her against the mobile cabinet in the cloakroom. She panted and said: You... um... ah? Um... husband, I... Song Yuyan couldn't even finish her words.
He pressed her against the mobile cabinet in the cloakroom and started. Is this man so strong? He tortured her like this without going to the company? Song Yuyan panted and said: Ah, um...husband, are you wearing enough condoms? Is it enough? If not, um...um...Song Yuyan's body trembled and she almost fell to the ground.
The man's two iron arms tightly bound her snow-white arms. He glanced at her with a sharp gaze and said with a gasp: "Wife, don't worry about me. I brought more than ten from my cloakroom last night. It's enough." Song Yu's pupils widened suddenly, and the man started again. Song Yuyan moved his arms up and hugged his neck tightly.
Inappropriate scenes for children started playing in the cloakroom again, with the sound of a man and a young woman breathing heavily. Some things in the cloakroom were shaken to the ground, and Nan Zeyu didn't know it yet. Song Yuyan saw some bags, high-heeled shoes and dresses fallen on the ground. She raised her hand and hit his shoulder, her face flushed, and she panted: No, this is the third time, um...hubby, be gentler, um...hubby.
The man was like a mad beast, wanting it once, twice, three times, until the fifth time, Song Yuyan's waist could not bear it anymore, and she laid him flat on the floor of the cloakroom. However, the feeling every time made her so embarrassed that she couldn't describe it. She bit her lower lip tightly and endured him.
The whole morning, the whole morning, the two of them had no idea how many times they had sex in the cloakroom, and finally ended on the sofa. Song Yuyan couldn't get up anymore, her legs were weak and sore, and her fingers were sore when she moved. Nan Zeyu stood up and looked at the time with his wrist. He said in a hoarse voice: "It's a little after five in the afternoon." Song Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes and said weakly: "What? A little after five, are you really crazy, Nan Zeyu, you've been doing this for so long?"
Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes to glance at Song Yuyan who was lying on the sofa. He smiled wickedly, picked up her nightgown from the carpet, and then gently helped her up. Song Yuyan closed her eyes tiredly, and she was so weak that she couldn't use any strength. He slowly put on her nightgown, helped her up from the sofa, and then bent down to pick her up.
In the bathroom, Nan Zeyu gently wiped her body. He smiled and said, "Next time, let's try it on the balcony, ok?" Wife, Song Yuyan couldn't open her eyes. Her eyelids were heavy and she just wanted to sleep. Her little face rested on his chest. He lowered his eyes to look at her peachy face and his skin, which was as pink as a peach after exercise.
Nan Zeyu touched his nose, as if he was quite crazy today. He had sex with Song Yuyan many times and had used up all the condoms. He wiped her body, put on her nightgown, carried her out of the bathroom and put her on the sofa. Nan Zeyu straightened up, leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly, his eyes were gentle, and he said in a low voice: Go to sleep, wife, your husband is a little crazy today, I'll go clean up.
Song Yuyan frowned. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were stuck like glue and she couldn't open them. Seeing that she didn't react, Nan Zeyu straightened up, glanced around, rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes, cleaned the carpet, and walked into the bathroom. He saw traces of exercise in the bathtub. After cleaning the bathroom, he moved to her dressing room.
Nan Zeyu was stunned, his pupils shrank, and he walked in with his head held high. He didn't know how many times he had asked her out in the cloakroom just now. He also felt that he was too crazy today. Maybe it was because he didn't go to work? The Ocean Heart went public? Or the sales exceeded 100 million, and the company's stock price rose sharply. Maybe it was all of these, which made him so excited that he went crazy.
It would have been fine if she hadn't cleaned up. Once she started, it took Nan Zeyu more than an hour to completely tidy up the princess-like cloakroom. She put away her bags, high heels, and the skirt sets that had fallen off. She folded them one by one, put them in the display cabinet in the cloakroom, and hung them up.
Walking out of the cloakroom and coming to the sofa, Nan Zeyu saw Song Yuyan turned over. She should have woken up, but couldn't get up. He walked over, squatted down, turned her head over, and looked at her snow-white face with light pink. He couldn't help but bend down and gently bite her red lips. It was so sweet that he didn't want to let go.
He used the lightest way to open her lips and teeth, and sucked the sweetness from her mouth. Nan Zeyu kissed her lips deeply, but Song Yuyan still didn't react. He frowned. Was she really that tired? Even after all this, she still didn't react. Nan Zeyu let go of her mouth and raised his hand to smooth her pajamas skirt. It was all his fault that he wanted too much from her, making her so tired.
Song Yuyan felt someone feeding her in a daze. She opened her mouth and a sweet and sour taste came into her mouth. She chewed slowly with her teeth moving. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yuyan lying on his lap. He smiled and doted on her. He said with a tender face: "Little thing, do you want me to feed you a day's meal? Forget it, your husband will listen to you."
His voice was low, deep and gentle. Nan Zeyu watched her little mouth move as she chewed. He raised his hand to wipe the shrimp from the corner of her mouth. The more Nan Zeyu watched, the more he felt that Song Yuyan was really cute when she ate. He kissed her red lips gently, like a pufferfish.
After Nan Zeyu fed her dinner, he stayed with her, lowered his head and looked at her pink and pale face as she slept. The next second, Song Yuyan's eyebrows moved slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the enlarged version of Nan Zeyu's handsome face looking at her with a smile. Her pupils widened, her red lips moved, and she said softly: Husband, you...I...have I had dinner?
Nan Zeyu pulled her up from his legs, holding her shoulders with both hands. Song Yuyan lowered her head, slowly raised her head, and met the man's soft black eyes. She was startled and blinked: "How long have I slept? Husband, what time is it now? Husband. Song Yuyan yawned.
Nan Zeyu looked down at his watch, then looked up at Song Yuyan's hazy eyes. He smiled and said, "It's almost ten o'clock in the evening, wife, are you tired?" Well... The man gently hugged her in his arms. Song Yuyan raised her hands to hug his shoulders, rested her chin on his shoulders, and said softly, "Why am I still weak? Husband,
Nan Zeyu stroked the back of her head and said in a low voice: It's my husband's fault. I asked too much from you. I was really crazy today. Song Yuyan swallowed her saliva and sighed helplessly: Hey, you didn't ask for too much. Nan Zeyu, you are really hungry and you treat me as food.
The man didn't say anything, just pursed his lips. After a moment, Nan Zeyu let go of her. She put her little hand on his arm. Nan Zeyu gently pulled her up from the sofa, and they walked downstairs together. They hadn't gone downstairs for a day, so Song Yuyan thought nothing would happen. As soon as they walked downstairs.
Seeing Ye Mu standing at the stairs with her back to him, Song Yuyan was stunned, her pupils widened, no way? Why is Ye Mu standing at the stairs? What should she say? She couldn't say that she and Nan Zeyu sat in her bedroom for an afternoon, right? Song Yuyan turned her eyes and glared at the man who was also stunned. She glared at him.
The two understood instantly, turned around and walked upstairs again. Behind them, "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you two? You haven't come downstairs for a day? You're coming downstairs now, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyan. The two of them froze and turned around slowly. Seeing that it was Mother Ye's frowning face, Song Yuyan's neck shrank. She said with a cute and innocent smile on her face: Hey, Aunt Ye, I'm sorry, I and...
Song Yuyan glanced at Nan Zeyu, and she pinched his big palm with her small hand. Nan Zeyu felt a sharp pain in his palm. He looked at his mother and said calmly: Yanyan and I slept in the bedroom for a whole day, Mom. Ye Mingxuan took a few steps forward, looked at the two of them, she sighed and said: You two, you are about to get married, but you are still so sleepy.
The two of them lowered their heads. Ye Mingxuan frowned and pondered for a moment. Ye's mother's red lips moved slightly, her beautiful eyes widened, and she smiled gently and said: Okay, okay, okay, let's go to the restaurant to eat something. Aunt Li is still in the restaurant.
Song Yuyan raised her eyes suddenly, she broke away from Nan Zeyu's big hand, nodded to Ye Mu, lowered her eyebrows and said sweetly: "Okay, aunt, I'll go to the restaurant." She walked towards the restaurant. When Song Yuyan arrived at the restaurant, she saw that Li Ma was still in the restaurant, so she walked into the restaurant.