RPAGF Chapter 401: Husband, I really like having dinner with you
Chapter 401: Husband, I really like having dinner with you
Finally, Nan Zeyu sent Fang's mother upstairs and helped her carry the basket. Fang's mother walked behind him and smiled warmly: "It's really not necessary, Zeyu, you should go back to the company quickly. If Yanyan knows, she will have to ask your grandfather again." He stopped, turned around, and looked at Fang's mother. His deep eyes met Fang's mother's warm eyes. He was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Okay, Mom, then you..." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
Fang Manli walked up to him, her son-in-law's tall body looming over her. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes. Fang's mother smiled implicitly. She blinked and said: Just give me the basket of vegetables, Zexi, please drive back to the company quickly. Nan Zeyu was slightly startled, and his black eyes suddenly widened.
He nodded, but Nan Zeyu still opened the door with one hand. When the door opened, Fang's mother walked in. She bent down, took off her high heels, and put them in the shoe cabinet. He raised his eyes and was about to step in with his long legs. Fang Manli quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, no, no, you don't have to come in. Zeyu, the living room is a little messy, you should go back to the company!"
Mother Fang looked at Nan Zeyu's slightly stunned handsome face and frowned slightly. It was not that she didn't want Nan Zeyu to come into the living room, but the living room was really a little messy. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes flickered, and he moved his thin lips and said: "Okay, Mom, I'll put the vegetable basket at the entrance."
After saying that, Nan Zeyu bent down and put the basket of vegetables in his hand at the entrance. He straightened up and looked at his mother-in-law. Mother Fang nodded with a smile. She stood in front of the shoe cabinet. Nan Zeyu told Mother Fang that in a few days he would ask Bai Xun to inquire about the best decoration company in Ancheng City. Then, he would go to the decoration company in person to take a look. If there was no problem, he would ask the decoration company to come to the house and start decorating.
Fang's mother was slightly stunned. She frowned. It was renovated so quickly? Then where would she live? Nan Zeyu saw the doubt in Fang's mother's eyes. His cold black eyes looked directly into Fang's mother's warm eyes. He smiled gently and said: I will find you an apartment close to the garden here. You can live in it. He will pay for all the money for the apartment. After the house here is renovated, you can move back.
Actually, Nan Zeyu wanted to find a small villa for Fang Manli to live in, but he felt that Fang's mother would definitely not accept it, so he didn't say it. Fang Manli was stunned and her pupils suddenly widened. Live in an apartment? She frowned again, and Nan Zeyu looked at her.
Is there a problem? He pursed his thin lips and looked at Fang Manli with his deep black eyes. He frowned slightly. An apartment is not okay? It is impossible to let my mother-in-law live in a hotel... Seeing that Fang's mother didn't say anything, he was about to speak again. Fang's mother raised her eyes and met Nan Zeyu's deep eyes. She responded: Okay, Zeyu, Mom will listen to you.
Nan Zeyu curled his lips and nodded. Fang's mother watched her son-in-law turn around and walk towards the elevator with his long legs. She opened her mouth and said: Well, Zeyu, don't tell Yanyan about the renovation of the house in advance. Wait until the renovation is completed before you tell her.
Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at Fang's mother. She was standing at the door. He made a gesture as if it was all right. The elevator door just opened and he stepped in with his long legs. The elevator door slowly closed. He crossed his long legs and leaned against the elevator wall, leaning his head back and his waist and back.
Nan Zeyu drove his Ferrari out of Mingduyuan and passed the intersection when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the cell phone on the passenger seat and glanced over. He held the steering wheel with one arm, stretched out his right arm, picked up the cell phone on the passenger seat, and saw that it was his wife calling.
Nan Zeyu opened his cell phone and answered the call. He turned at the next intersection and drove towards Nan Group. He held the cell phone in his right hand, staring straight ahead with a cold expression. He said in a low voice: "Wife, I'm outside. I'll be back soon." Ah, OK.
Song Yuyan on the phone was sitting on an office chair. Her eyelids began to droop again. She had just finished typing an advertising plan and her eyelids were a little tired. She leaned her back against the office chair, closed her eyes, moved her red lips and said: "Then come back quickly. I'm so tired, husband. I'll take a nap."
The man frowned on the phone. Could it be that he said in a hurried voice: "Okay, okay, wife, I'll be back. Wait for me. Lie on the sofa for a while and wait for me to go to your office." Song Yuyan wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be glued. She threw her phone on the desk, stood up with half-closed eyes, and walked towards the sofa with weak steps.
Nan Zeyu's dark eyes narrowed and his breathing quickened. Could it be that Song Yuyan had fallen asleep so quickly? Song Yuyan had already thrown herself on the sofa, her legs flat on the sofa, her head tilted to one side, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.
It only took Nan Zeyu fifteen minutes to drive all the way to Nan Group. He ran into the company lobby with a calm face and entered the president's elevator. He pressed the 80th floor with his big hand, which was the executive floor. He watched the elevator button slowly rise, the elevator door opened, and the man with long legs ran out.
After turning several turns and passing the executive department, he arrived at a black and white office. This was Song Yuyan's office, just a few steps away from the executive department. The man stood at the door of the office. He looked over and saw a soft black velvet sofa in front of the office, next to the desk. He walked in.
Walking to the sofa, Nan Zeyu squatted down. Song Yuyan was lying on the sofa with her face sideways, her legs flat on the sofa, her hands on her belly. He lowered his eyes, looking at her with his deep, unfathomable dark eyes. A faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips. If she continued like this, Song Yuyan might be pregnant next month.
Nan Zeyu smiled very happily. He curved his eyes and checked the time on his mobile phone. It was already past six o'clock and Song Yuyan was sleeping soundly. He stood up, bent down, picked her up from the sofa, turned off the computer for her, and carried her out of the office.
After going down the first floor, Nan Zeyu carried her out of the elevator and walked to the company lobby. When an employee saw him, he was stunned at first, then nodded and said: "Boss Nan, OK, President, I'm off work now, see you tomorrow!"
Nan Zeyu glanced at the employees coldly and nodded. The employees bowed, then took off their shoes and quickly ran to the company gate. Because the employees saw the president holding his wife in his arms, they were afraid of disturbing his wife, so they took off their shoes consciously.
When the man passed by the reception desk, he turned his head and saw the employees at the reception desk packing up and getting ready to go off work. When he looked up, three employees saw the president, looking at them coldly with his dark eyes. They were so scared that they bent down and nodded: President, President, President Nan, um, it's time to go off work, see you tomorrow!
The employees bent down and crouched, got out of the front desk door, bowed deeply again, and quickly ran sideways. Nan Zeyu's face sank helplessly. Is his uncle so scary? Every time the employees saw him, they felt like they had seen a ghost. He glanced at Song Yuyan in his arms again. Her little face was pink and white, her red lips were moist, and her butterfly-winged long eyelashes trembled slightly. She was very cute.
He started the Ferrari and was about to drive away when Song Yuyan's red lips moved and she whispered: "Hubby, hubby, hubby, you must love me well, you must, I'm going to sleep, I'm sleepy." Nan Zeyu's smile deepened, his bottomless black eyes turned dark and gloomy, and he turned his eyes to look at her, "Of course I love you, I love you so much, Song Yuyan."
He raised his hand to turn on the constant temperature air conditioner in the car. Nan Zeyu stepped on the accelerator, held the steering wheel with both hands, and pushed the engine forward. The dark gray Ferrari quickly flew out. He accelerated and turned to look at Song Yuyan in the passenger seat. He was so happy in his heart. She was finally going to give birth to a baby for him. Look how sleepy she was.
The Ferrari sports car arrived at the gate of the Nan family's old house. He got out of the car, carried Song Yuyan into the old house, and entered the living room of the old house. Ye's mother and old man Nan and old lady Nan were sitting on the sofa and talking. Several people turned their heads to look over. Nan Zeyu's black eyes flashed. He looked at them with his cold black eyes and said indifferently: Mom, grandpa, grandma, Yanyan has fallen asleep again.
Old Mrs. Nan opened her eyes wide and stood up. Old Man Nan pulled her arm. He glanced at Zhu Fenglian and said in a low voice: "Don't go over there, old woman. Yanyan must be too sleepy after being tossed around by Xiaoyu all night last night. She is just very tired now. Let Yanyan sleep and you sit down."
Old Mrs. Nan frowned and turned to look at Nan Chengying. She sat back on the sofa. Ye Mingxuan's eyes were deep and her red lips smiled like a rose. Nan Zeyu held his wife in his arms and walked forward with his long legs. He nodded and said: I'll carry Yanyan upstairs, and I'll come downstairs to get dinner. I won't eat in the restaurant.
Old Man Nan nodded and looked at his grandson. Mother Ye also looked at her son and nodded. After Nan Zeyu finished speaking, he walked forward with his long legs. Old Lady Nan looked at her daughter-in-law, she smiled so hard that her eyebrows were not visible and said: That’s great, that’s great, Axuan, I’m going to be a great-grandmother, and you’re going to be a grandmother.
Ye's mother also smiled widely, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, mom, I will be a grandmother. I will be a grandmother when I am 55 years old. Oh my god," she said helplessly. Zhu Fenglian looked at Ye Mingxuan, and she smiled cunningly: "But, isn't Xiaoyu too cruel? What did he do to Yanyan to make her so sleepy? That boy is 1.88 meters tall, and Yanyan's body must not be able to bear it."
Ye Mingxuan frowned. She looked at Old Lady Nan with calm eyes and said calmly: 1.88 meters, no, Xiaoyu is about 1.90 meters, but I was unconscious in an American hospital at that time. It doesn't matter whether that guy is 1.88 meters or over 1.90 meters, anyway, he really loves Yanyan, and our Xiaoyu really married the right wife.
Old Master Nan smiled but said nothing. He had already made up his mind that he must give Song Yuyan's child the best. He carried Song Yuyan to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and covered her with the quilt up to her chest. He sat in front of the bed, leaned over, moved closer to her face, and kissed her left cheek with his thin lips. It was soft, had a little milky smell, and was as white as snow.
Nan Zeyu lay directly on top of her, his handsome face tilted upside down, looking back at her with his dark eyes. He was really going to be a father. His big hand couldn't help but slide down and landed on her lower abdomen. He gently rubbed her belly. A little life was about to be born, and he smiled happily with his lips curved.
Song Yuyan opened her eyes suddenly after Nan Zeyu helped her take a bath and carried her out of the bathroom. She met the man's doting and gentle black eyes. She was stunned and her little face turned red. Her watery eyes were wide open, and her light was pure and transparent. She smiled sweetly and said: "Husband, have I had dinner? Did you feed me?"
The man nodded, and Song Yuyan leaned on his chest and closed her eyes. The man carried her to the bedroom. At night, Nan Zeyu did not want her because he knew she was about to get pregnant and he had to exercise restraint. It would be bad if he accidentally hurt the baby. He gently put his big hands around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, smelled the sweet scent of milk on her body, and fell asleep in a short while.
The next morning, Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu were in the president's office. She and Nan Zeyu were sitting on the sofa. The couple were busy working. Song Yuyan was typing the plan. Her fingers were typing quickly on the keyboard. She put the notebook on the coffee table. The man was typing a proposal. He put the notebook on his thigh. His handsome face was sullen, his black eyes were cold and gloomy, and he pursed his lips from time to time, frowned from time to time, and twisted his eyes from time to time.
The two of them worked at the same pace. The strange thing was that no one knocked on the door of the president's office. There was only the heavy sound of two people typing in the president's office. Song Yuyan looked at the computer screen with her watery eyes. She was typing and suddenly stopped. Nan Zeyu glanced over and said gently: What's wrong? Wife, is there anything you don't know?
Song Yuyan frowned and looked up at the handsome and indifferent man sitting on the sofa on the left. His eyebrows were cold and his thin lips were pursed. Her watery eyes flashed and after a moment of silence, Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and said: It's okay, husband, it's nothing, I can handle it.
Her voice was soft and tender, and as sweet as honey. Nan Zeyu looked at her deeply with his dark eyes, nodded and said: "Okay, wife, if you don't know anything, call me. Your husband is here, so don't be polite to me." Song Yuyan curled the corners of her lips sweetly, smiled and said: "Okay, husband."
After a moment, Song Yuyan paused typing again, and the man turned to look over. He stood up from the sofa, walked over quickly, half bent over, and leaned down. Song Yuyan turned to look at Nan Zeyu behind her. She blinked her watery eyes, her eyes were shining with stars, and her red lips moved and said: Husband, I don’t know how to end this.
Nan Zeyu understood instantly. He raised his hand and pulled Song Yuyan up from the sofa. He sat in her seat. Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide in surprise and said, "Honey, this is the seat I just sat in." Nan Zeyu was already typing with both hands. He quickly scanned the plan on the computer screen. He was typing and said with his thin lips moving slightly, "What's the big deal, wife?" His voice was cold and heavy.