RPAGF Chapter 373 Husband, you were angry for three days and didn’t tell me
Chapter 373 Husband, you were angry for three days and didn’t tell me
At the entrance of Nan Group, Bai Xun invited Wen Zichen out. Bai Xun's face was grim. He bent over and made a gesture of invitation. Wen Zichen's face darkened. He frowned, his eyes flashed like a cold sword drawn from its sheath. He glanced at Bai Xun and said calmly: Is this the upbringing of an assistant like you? Bai Xun raised his eyes and looked directly at Wen Zichen. With his eyes filled with coldness, he smiled faintly and said: Sorry, Mr. Wen, I am following the orders of my CEO!
He nodded slightly at Wen Zichen, stood up, turned around and was about to walk into the company lobby. Wen Zichen turned his head to look over. He didn't want to pretend to be gentle and kind, and he said coldly: Assistant Bai, I tell you, I have a legitimate crush on Mrs. Song, and I want to get her.
Assistant Bai paused, and turned to look at Wen Zichen, who was smiling coldly behind him. Bai Xun had never seen this man before. He looked as gentle as jade, so how could he do such a thing as snatching someone else's wife, and feel so justified?
Bai Xun's amber eyes looked at Wen Zichen, who was smiling coldly. He said solemnly: "Do you dare to say this to our president in person?" Mr. Wen, got it? Ha, Bai Xun subconsciously laughed coldly, "Mr. Wen, you take yourself too seriously, don't you?"
Wen Zichen frowned, he took a few steps forward and stood opposite Bai Xun. Bai Xun glared at him coldly and said calmly: What I said is the facts, and your small company, Baifu Group, Mr. Wen. If anything you say makes our President Nan unhappy, your company will close down in minutes. Do you believe it?
Wen Zichen's face changed, he frowned and twisted his eyes, and said urgently: How did you know, did Nan Zeyu tell you, or... Bai Xun looked at him frowning and twisting his eyes, he smiled coldly and said: If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself, Mr. Wen, I have something else to do, please get out!
He bent over and nodded, his voice was heavy when he uttered the last word. After Bai Xun finished speaking, he straightened up, turned around, and walked into the company lobby. Wen Zichen clenched his fists, his face gloomy, his jade eyes emitting a cold light, he pursed his thin lips, turned around and left angrily.
The car door closed, Wen Zichen picked up the phone again and dialed Song Yuyan's number. He frowned, but no one answered the call. He sighed, put down the phone and threw it on the passenger seat. He started the Porsche and put his hands on the steering wheel. The Porsche circled at the intersection. He turned his head and looked at the company gate. Song Yuyan, I will not give up on you.
After Wen Zichen left Nan's Group, it took Song Yuyan a long time to get into the elevator. Holding a small cake box in her left hand, she stepped into the elevator and reached out to press the button for the top floor. Song Yuyan leaned against the elevator wall, lowered her head, and breathed slightly.
What should I do? Seeing Nan Zeyu like that just now, he must have been really furious, but he didn't do anything to Wen Zichen? Song Yuyan frowned slightly, her red lips moved slightly and murmured: Nan Zeyu, you must not misunderstand me, don't you know me? She glanced at the elevator number keys. It was only over 50 floors now, and she was anxious.
Song Yuyan wished she had a pair of wings and could fly to the top quickly. She felt that if she explained slowly, Nan Zeyu would misunderstand her even more. Song Yuyan didn't know how Wen Zichen knew she was back in Ancheng and called her? Her pupils dilated. Was he tracking her?
After a while, the elevator door opened and Song Yuyan came to her senses. She saw that she had reached the top floor. She quickly walked out of the elevator and ran upstairs to the president's office. Song Yuyan raised her hand and knocked on the door. She was so anxious that she simply put the small cake box in her hand on the corner of the carpet.
After knocking on the door for a long time, Song Yuyan saw that she didn't open the door. She was stunned and her heart sank. It was over, it was over. She was really angry. She put her hand on the door handle and wanted to turn the door lock. Suddenly, the door handle didn't move. She frowned. This man was so angry that he didn't even let her in? He locked the door...
Song Yuyan was so anxious that her heart was like an ant on a hot pot, repeatedly burning her heart. She knocked on the door and said softly: It's me, it's me, husband, what's wrong with you? Open the door, I'll explain it to you, open the door... Nan Zeyu, hello!
After shouting for a while, Song Yuyan knocked on the door directly. The sound of "bang bang bang" came from the door. The man sat on the sofa with a gloomy face. He was very irritable and furious. He was really furious. Nan Zeyu's black eyes were still burning red like fire. The flames of anger rushed straight to his forehead. He looked over, raised his hand and pulled his tie, his face turned black with anger.
He stepped over quickly, and Nan Zeyu opened the door with a dark face. Song Yuyan was stunned. Her hand that was about to knock on the door stopped in mid-air. Her big, clear and transparent eyes stared at Nan Zeyu's handsome face as black as charcoal, and his eyes that were dark with anger. His eyes were very red. Song Yuyan frowned nervously and said: "Husband, listen to me, it was not what you saw just now."
Nan Zeyu did not speak either. His fiery red eyes stared at her steadily, squinting at her nervous little face. He frowned, his eyes were as cold as ice. Song Yuyan was stunned. She blinked and said: "Hubby, please listen to me, okay, it's not what you see, I..."
Somehow, Song Yuyan felt a lump in her throat and couldn't say the words she wanted to explain. She could only stare blankly with her big wooden eyes and frown at Nan Zeyu, whose handsome face was dark with anger. The man then turned around and walked into the office. Song Yuyan followed closely behind him and entered the office, closing the door.
When Song Yuyan looked into the office, she was stunned. The carpet in the office was full of folders, papers and proposals. Did he lose his temper and throw all these on the ground? She raised her eyes and saw that the man had walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him. She took a few quick steps and came behind him.
He raised his hand to hug him, but Song Yuyan walked straight up to him and stared at his cold profile. His jaw was tense and veins bulged on his forehead. Nan Zeyu knew that Song Yuyan was looking at him, but he was angry, very angry, and he was trying his best to hide it.
Song Yuyan frowned and explained hurriedly: "Just now, Wen Zichen brought me a small fruit mousse cake, and then, I took it, and he sent me to the door of the company. That's it, Nan Zeyu, it's true." Her voice was hurried, with a hint of nervousness, panic and seriousness.
Nan Zeyu still didn't speak. He pursed his thin lips and frowned his handsome brows to form the shape of a "川" (river). Song Yuyan's watery eyes were gloomy as she glanced at him. She moved her red lips and continued to explain: I have said everything. Nan Zeyu, can you look at me and listen to me, look into my eyes and my face, can you?
Her voice suddenly rose, and Song Yuyan could sense that Nan Zeyu was extremely angry and just wouldn't look at her. Her nose felt sore and she felt like crying. She clenched her little hands so tightly that she couldn't feel any pain even when her nails dug into her flesh.
Song Yuyan raised her arm to reach his shoulder, and the man's thin lips moved, and he spoke slowly in a cold voice: When we were on Wangyue Island, he had already called you, right? Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat.
Her pupils suddenly dilated, and Nan Zeyu turned his face towards her. The two looked at each other. His black eyes were no longer red, but dark and cold, like an icy blade. Song Yuyan's breath suddenly held. It was these eyes. He looked at her like this in the bedroom on Wangyue Island.
The man had a cold aura about him, and the president's office seemed like an ice cave. Nan Zeyu glared at her and stared at her face closely. Song Yuyan bit her lower lip tightly. After a moment, Song Yuyan responded in a low voice: Yes, but I didn't answer, really, Nan Zeyu.
Nan Zeyu still didn't speak. She was panicked. She didn't know what to do. He was silent. His face was as cold as ice and his black eyes as sharp as blades looked straight at her. After a moment of silence, Nan Zeyu's thin lips moved again, and he said in a deep and cold voice: So, Wen Zichen had already contacted you when we were on Wangyue Island, right?
Song Yuyan's heart suddenly jumped again, cold sweat appeared on her forehead, her breathing stagnated, and she looked at the man with wide eyes as if his face had changed. Nan Zeyu smiled coldly, and Song Yuyan shuddered with fear. He was so scary, like a devil who wanted to eat people.
However, the next second, the man just laughed coldly, and turned away. Song Yuyan turned her head and looked over. She shouted: What I said is true, Nan Zeyu, are you still angry? Nan Zeyu raised his wrist to check the time on his watch. He turned around, turned sideways, glanced at her, his eyes were cold, and he said lightly: Pack up and go back to the old house later, ok.
After that, Nan Zeyu turned and left. He opened the door and walked out. Song Yuyan was stunned. What did he mean? Why did he go back to the old house? She looked down at her watch. It was past six o'clock. Okay, it was time to get off work. She walked out of the office with a rage in her heart, packed up her things at her desk, and turned to walk towards the elevator.
At 6:39, Song Yuyan walked out of the company gate and looked over. Bai Xun was standing in front of the Ferrari. Song Yuyan walked over with a sullen face. Bai Xun bowed and said: Madam, President Nan is already waiting in the car. Please get in. Song Yuyan turned her head to look into the car. Bai Xun said indifferently: The president is sitting in the back car. Get in, madam.
Song Yuyan's eyes moved back and fell on Bai Xun's face. She smiled faintly and said, "Okay, I'll sit in the passenger seat." The Ferrari sports car started and drove out of the gate of Nan Group. The two people in the car sat separately. Bai Xun turned his eyes and glanced at his wife who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Could it be that the president and his wife are having a quarrel again? Why are they sitting separately... Song Yuyan didn't say a word along the way, and Nan Zeyu was even more silent. He had a sullen face, leaned his head on the seat, and closed his eyes. Song Yuyan felt heavy in her heart. She let him calm down alone. She also needed to calm down.
It was already dark when they arrived at the Nan family's old house, after 7:30. Song Yuyan opened the car door and got out, carrying her bag and walked into the old house. Nan Zeyu opened the back seat and he got out of the car, then thought of something and stepped back. Bai Xun lowered the window and Nan Zeyu glanced at him. His face was cold and his black eyes were cold and gloomy. He said indifferently: Ji's Group has invited me to a dinner party tomorrow night. Take me there in advance, Bai Xun.
Bai Xun looked at President Nan, and he quickly responded: "Hey, okay, okay, I understand, President." Song Yuyan walked into the old house sulking. Ye's mother was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Song Yuyan coming back, she stood up and came forward. Song Yuyan's face was startled, and her watery eyes curved into a sweet and soft smile. Ye's mother came to her and smiled gently: "You're back, Xiaoyan. You must be hungry. It's time for dinner."
Song Yuyan smiled slightly. Ye's mother looked at Song Yuyan. She glanced and saw Nan Zeyu walking in from the door. Ye's mother smiled and walked over again. Song Yuyan heard the footsteps behind her. She couldn't help feeling a little angry and walked quickly towards the restaurant.
In the restaurant, Song Yuyan sat down on the dining table. She didn't even look at what dishes were on the table. She ate very quickly and anxiously. Ye's mother glanced at Song Yuyan who was sitting on the chair on the right. Her eyebrows moved and she smiled gently and said: You ate very quickly today? Xiaoyan, are you full?
Song Yuyan had already stood up. The man was sitting on her right. He lowered his head. Her eyes were wet. She looked up at Ye Mingxuan who was sitting on the side. She pulled a smile on her lips and said calmly: Yes, Mom, I'm a little tired. I'm going to take a shower first.
Ye's mother didn't see anything wrong, she nodded and said: "Okay, you go, Xiaoyan, you just got familiar with some things in the company, and you haven't digested them yet, don't rush, take your time, Xiaoyan." Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, she nodded, turned around, her face sank, and walked out of the restaurant.
At 10:30 in the evening, Song Yuyan heard the bedroom door open. She looked up from the sofa and turned around. Nan Zeyu walked in. Song Yuyan felt aggrieved. She stood up, but Nan Zeyu didn't even look at her. He turned and walked towards the cloakroom. She quickly took a few steps forward and blocked his way.
Nan Zeyu's face was cold, his deep black eyes were like a cold light, and he glanced at her. Song Yuyan stared at his emotionless face with wide eyes. She moved her red lips slightly and said: "What? You really don't plan to talk to me, right? During the meal, are you really not afraid that mom will see that we have quarreled?"
Hearing this, the man's face changed, and his gaze moved back to Song Yuyan's little face which was red with anger. He stared at her with cold black eyes. Song Yuyan frowned and glanced at him with frowned brows. Nan Zeyu's pupils moved slightly and his eyes became deep. He moved his thin lips lightly and said: Song Yuyan. Seeing this, Song Yuyan's watery eyes were as sparkling as water, and she looked at him without blinking.