PNB Chapter 309 Returning to my parents' home with my husband
Chapter 309 Returning to my parents' home with my husband
Song Yuyan ran into the company lobby at lightning speed. As soon as she ran into the lobby, she saw Nan Zeyu walking forward from the right. Song Yuyan's breath stagnated. She was startled, her watery eyes were stunned, and then she blinked, and said in panic: What, what, what should I do? Nan Nan Nan Zeyu, Song Yuyan bent down, and she was about to crouch down and move towards the sofa.
Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes swept in the right direction. His little wife was crouching, her waist bent, and she was moving towards the sofa. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips. His precious little wife? What is she doing? Nan Zeyu smiled playfully, his black eyes looking at her coldly.
Song Yuyan held her breath and took a difficult step forward. The next second, "Wife, what are you doing? Why are you walking with your body hunched over?" Song Yuyan's whole body froze. She couldn't stand steadily and her legs went weak. She fell to the ground. Nan Zeyu walked over quickly. Song Yuyan felt her knees were bruised and painful.
Because she was wearing a skirt, Nan Zeyu walked over quickly, he knelt on one leg, and gently picked up Song Yuyan who was lying on the ground. Song Yuyan cried with a little face, her watery eyes turned, and met his deep black eyes of ten thousand years of ancient Tan. He frowned and said coldly: What's wrong? Wife, where did you fall?
Song Yuyan endured the pain in her knees. Nan Zeyu picked her up and put her hands around his neck. She shook her head and said, "No, no, I'm fine, husband." She didn't dare to look into his eyes, for fear that she would say something wrong and he would know that she had gone to see Wen Zichen.
Song Yuyan is feeling guilty now. Nan Zeyu looks at her snow-white and rosy face and says softly: "Tell your husband where you fell." Well... Nan Zeyu raises his hands and pinches both sides of her face. He turns his big palm slightly and her little face slowly turns around.
Her whole face turned red, and her watery eyes stared blankly at his handsome face. His dark eyes were so dark that one could not see the bottom, as deep as an ancient pond. He looked at her with dark and cold eyes, frowned, and said coldly: Tell me, where did you fall, Yanyan.
His voice was like ice, bitingly cold. Song Yuyan paused for breath and looked at him with stunned watery eyes. After a moment, she opened her red lips slightly, bit her lip, and said in a low voice: I... my knees hurt a little, only my knees.
Song Yuyan spoke in a low voice with a little panic. Nanze glanced at Bai Xun standing opposite him. He looked at Bai Xun and said coldly: Bai Xun, come here, Bai Xun. Bai Xun was stunned and looked at the president. Why did the president call him? Isn't the young lady here... Bai Xun still walked over.
Bai Xun walked up to the president, he bent down, nodded, bowed and said: President, please go ahead, it's already 8:55. Song Yuyan turned her eyes to look at Bai Xun, she turned her eyes to look at Nan Zeyu, and said in surprise: Husband, why are you calling Bai Xun?
Bai Xun was stunned. What did the young lady call the president? "Husband", Bai Xun couldn't help swallowing. Nan Zeyu glanced at Bai Xun, his face sank, and when he saw his little wife staring at his assistant, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.
He coughed heavily, and said in a low voice with anger: Yanyan, you are still looking, can't your husband see you? Song Yuyan was stunned, she turned her head, staring at him blankly with her watery eyes, her watery eyes met his deep eyes, her heart trembled, and she said in confusion: Ah? Husband, what happened again?
Song Yuyan was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe. Could it be that Nan Zeyu saw something about her? Nan Zeyu's dark eyes darkened, and he raised his eyebrows. He said with a sullen face: What do you think? Song Yuyan, I'm in front of you, can't you see it?
Song Yuyan was stunned, so this man was jealous again...jealous that she looked at Bai Xun's assistant. Nan Zeyu had a cold face and didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and said nothing. After a moment, Bai Xun straightened up and said tremblingly: Well, President, Madam, I'll drive to the intersection.
Bai Xun bowed respectfully, turned around and walked away quickly. Song Yuyan didn't dare to speak, but Nan Zeyu still held her, hugged her tightly. Song Yuyan lowered her head. No matter what, she just kept silent.
Finally, Nan Zeyu carried her out of the company gate. He walked quickly, holding her in his arms, to the intersection. Cars were driving back and forth at the intersection. He raised his hand to open the back door. Nan Zeyu put her in the car. He quickly sat in the back seat and closed the door.
Song Yuyan sat in the back seat in a daze. Nan Zeyu's black eyes narrowed. His sharp black eyes swept across the purple-red wound on Song Yuyan's knee. He raised his hand, lifted her knee up, and then placed it on his leg.
Song Yuyan's breath was stagnant, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and she said with tears on her face: "Well, it hurts, it hurts, husband." She was about to cry out, Nan Zeyu turned his eyes to her, his eyes were gentle, he frowned with worry and said sternly: "How can it be okay? Look, the wound on the knee is purple and red, don't move!"
He snorted in a low voice, and Song Yuyan nodded obediently and said: Okay, then be gentler, husband. Nan Zeyu glanced at Song Yuyan with his dark eyes, his eyes softened, and he smiled indifferently and said: Okay, Yanyan, I will be gentle.
Nan Zeyu moved very gently, raising his hand softly to rub the purple wound on her knee. She bit her lip and couldn't help but let out a "hiss" and took a breath of cold air. Her brows were furrowed and her face was full of bitterness.
Nan Zeyu frowned and said in a cold voice: "Bear with it, I will rub it for you, so that it won't be bruised." Song Yuyan nodded in pain. She endured the pain in her knees. It was all her fault. Why did she have to walk with her body hunched over? Her knees turned purple and red.
Bai Xun was driving the car. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw the president gently rubbing the knees of the young lady. He smiled with relief. The president was extremely cold to everyone except the young lady. He was as gentle as he could be to her.
Nan Zeyu rubbed her knees all the way, and Song Yuyan whispered sweetly: It's okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, husband, really. Nan Zeyu turned his head and looked over. His dark eyes deepened, and he said softly: Okay, wife, I'll be gentler. When we get back to the old house, I'll get the medicine box to apply medicine to you.
Song Yuyan nodded gently, she leaned back, leaning on the back seat, and felt his gentle kneading force on her knees, not too heavy or too light, just the right strength. The corners of her lips curved up, it's good to have a CEO husband, he will be nervous when he gets hurt, you can't.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the Ferrari arrived at the gate of the Nan family's old house. Nan Zeyu opened the car door and turned his head to see that his little wife had fallen asleep again, with her head tilted to the right and her twin ponytails covering her face. He opened the car door, got out of the car first, then got back in and picked her up from the back seat.
Bai Xun rolled down the window, Nan Zeyu glanced at Bai Xun, he said coldly: Go park the car, Bai Xun, you can go home after get off work. Bai Xun nodded and said: OK, President, I know. In fact, he wanted to say, President, my car is in the company basement, how can I drive back?
After Nan Zeyu finished speaking, he was about to cross the car and leave. He thought of something and walked to the front door. Bai Xun turned his head and saw the president standing outside the car. He quickly rolled down the front window. Nan Zeyu glanced at Bai Xun, raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: Your car is in the company, right? Bai Xun nodded like pounding garlic.
He took out his wallet from his trouser pocket with one hand, took out a wad of money from the wallet, and then threw it to Bai Xun. Bai Xun quickly took the wad of red banknotes thrown into the car by the president. He was stunned. Nan Zeyu said calmly: "It's the fare. Okay, park the car and go home after get off work, Bai Xun."
The president's voice was like the night wind passing through a mirror, and Bai Xun looked at the president sincerely, and he nodded heavily. Nan Zeyu turned around and strode forward. When he reached the door of the old house, he saw Aunt Li standing at the door. He walked forward. Aunt Li saw that the young master had returned, and she was about to turn around and shout into the old house. Nan Zeyu said in a deep voice: Don't wake up the young lady.
Li Ma turned her head and looked at the young master with a cold face. She looked at him straight in the eye, nodded instantly and responded softly: "Okay, okay, okay, young master." The young master was holding the young lady in his arms, but how could the young lady be carried back by the young master...
Mother Li frowned in confusion. She slightly sidestepped to let the young master enter the old house. Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan in his arms and walked through the living room of the old house. When they reached the stairs, he turned his head and saw that the door to the restaurant was open. His mother must be waiting in the restaurant as well. However, the wound on Yanyan's knee could not be delayed, otherwise it would be bad if it got bruised.
Nan Zeyu walked upstairs, he lowered his black eyes to look at his little wife who frowned, she must have knee pain, he narrowed his black eyes and quickly quickened his pace, after a while, he carried her to his bedroom and opened the door with one hand.
He put his little wife on the sofa in his bedroom. Song Yuyan was lying on the black and gold goose down sofa. She was lying on her side. Nan Zeyu stood up and left the bedroom. He ran downstairs to ask Li Ma for a medicine box. Li Ma was stunned. She looked at the young master and said, "Young master, why do you want a medicine box? Are you injured somewhere?"
Li Ma frowned, and her eyes scanned the young master's injuries. Nan Zeyu's face darkened, and he glanced at Li Ma with his deep cold black eyes, and said coldly: No, it was her, Yanyan. Li Ma understood instantly, she nodded and bowed: OK, young master, I'll go get the medicine box.
Nan Zeyu carried the medicine box upstairs and walked to the bedroom. He pushed open the door, walked to the sofa and squatted down. Song Yuyan was not awake. He put the medicine box on the carpet, lowered his head and raised his hand to open it, and took out cotton swabs, pain-relieving ointment, analgesic ointment, iodine tincture and disinfectant, and Band-Aids from the compartments of the medicine box.
He gently lifted her two knees, which were still stained with blood. Nan Zeyu's handsome brows were tightly knitted together. He stared at the bruises on her knees and applied iodine and disinfectant to them with the most gentle hands. She lifted her knees slightly, and Nan Zeyu did not dare to move.
He turned his head to look over. Song Yuyan's brows were tightly knitted. Nan Zeyu was kneeling on the carpet. He came to her knees and blew gently, stopping the bleeding, disinfecting and applying medicine to her knee wound. He quickly applied the pain-relieving ointment on her. She didn't lift her legs anymore. Nan Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief.
He used a cotton swab to wipe off the excess pain-relieving ointment for her, and then gently applied it on her with circular motions. After a while, Nan Zeyu put a Band-Aid on her. There were Band-Aids with kitten patterns on both of her knees. The blue and white Band-Aid had a kitten in blue and white clothes printed on it.
Nan Zeyu stood up and looked at her on the sofa. Song Yuyan was still sleeping. This little girl really knew how to sleep. He shook his head with a doting smile, turned and walked out of the bedroom. At half past ten, Nan Zeyu came in with a tray with shrimp rice, wonton noodles, and sweet and sour pork on the plate.
Nan Zeyu placed the plate on the carpet. Another plate contained vegetables, carrots, corn, meat and rice, pork tripe and chicken, and egg soup. She had a wound on her knee and couldn't eat seafood because it was easy to get infected. He thought about it and gave her the three dishes.
Nan Zeyu swapped dinner. He ate his own dinner first, and then quickly fed her dinner. Nan Zeyu gently lifted her waist, sat on the sofa, put her head on his chest, bent down and picked up the plate on the carpet.
He fed her carefully. His darling wife might be really hungry, so she opened her mouth all of a sudden. Nan Zeyu gently kissed her. His black eyes looked at her tenderly. The way she chewed with her slightly bulging little mouth was so adorable. Nan Zeyu's heart melted by her cuteness.
His thin lips kept rising, and he looked at Song Yuyan chewing her food without blinking. As she finished her dinner bit by bit, Nan Zeyu murmured with a smile: You are still the cutest when you eat. His voice was soft and gentle, and he felt like a father, and his little wife was like a little baby crying for food.
The more Nan Zeyu looked at his little wife, the more he liked her. He loved her to the core. He fed her a bite, looked at her, and when she had finished eating, Nan Zeyu put her head down on the sofa, put a sofa pillow on it for her, and then laid her legs flat.
He stood up, picked up the plate on the carpet, turned and left the bedroom. After a while, Nan Zeyu bent down, picked her up, carried her into the bathroom, and filled the bathtub with hot water. After the bathtub was full, Nan Zeyu turned around and walked to the sink.
He carefully and gently bathed her. When he reached her knees, Nan Zeyu frowned and said, "The wounds cannot touch water. How did this little fool get her knees injured?" He shook his head helplessly, lifted her legs, put them outside the bathtub, then bent down and wiped her body.