The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

Chapter 310 Mom, I want to marry Yanyan before summer vacation!

At 8:30 in the evening, the food was served. Nan Zeyu helped Fang Manli to fry a pork belly and chicken pot, Song Yuyan fried two plates of garlic chives fried eggs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, Fang Manli fried crucian carp tofu, fish-flavored pork shreds, and sweet pepper beef slices. Song Yuyan smelled the fragrance from the kitchen, she stood up, Nan Zeyu glanced at her, his eyes were gentle, and he smiled warmly: Wife, be good, sit and wait, don't go to disturb mom.

Song Yuyan's face wrinkled in displeasure. She glared at Nan Zeyu who was sitting opposite her. She glared and said angrily: I don't want it. I just want to eat it when I smell it. Husband, can you let me go to the kitchen? Song Yuyan clasped her hands together and looked at her fiancé with tears in her eyes. She said coquettishly: Husband, husband, please?

Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at her puffy little face. Her face was slightly pink, her face was rosy, her eyes were watery, and her pupils seemed to be filled with a pool of autumn water as she looked at him pitifully. He was unmoved, looking at her with his deep dark eyes, shook his head and said: No, wife, be good.

His sexy voice was cold, as if he had a piece of ice in his mouth. Song Yuyan's neck shrank, her breathing held, her watery eyes widened, and she subconsciously curled her lips and said: Well, okay, I can only sit and wait and listen to my husband.

Nan Zeyu curled his lips and smiled faintly. After a while, Fang Manli also cooked three dishes. She carried the three dishes out of the kitchen. Song Yuyan smelled the fragrance of the dishes. She quickly stood up, turned her head, and stared at the plate of food her mother was holding. She swallowed her saliva, her eyes blurred, and said in a soft voice: Well, the dishes my mother cooked are so fragrant!

Nan Zeyu looked up at him, his deep black eyes glaring at her unfathomably. His obsidian eyes looked at her deeply and he smiled gently: Our little princess is a greedy cat, you see, mom, you see it too, right?

He smiled dotingly at his mother-in-law who was sitting next to him. He turned his head and saw Fang Manli looking at her daughter who was sitting opposite. She smiled softly and said gently, "Yanyan, that's it. Do you mind, son-in-law Nan?"

Fang Manli said, glancing at Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu looked at Fang Manli softly. He shook his head and said, "Of course not, Mom, why would I mind Yanyan! He loves Song Yuyan so much? How could he mind his little wife?"

Song Yuyan was like a greedy cat. She held two pairs of chopsticks, looking at the hot dishes on the table. She used one pair of chopsticks on the left and one pair on the right. She picked up whatever dish she could find with both hands and ate it. Nan Zeyu smiled helplessly when he saw her like this and said, "Look at how much this little girl eats. It seems like she has never been full in the Nan family. Eat slowly!"

Nan Zeyu stood up and leaned forward. He stretched out his long arms to her two slender white wrists, then raised his hands to roll up her sleeves. Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment. She looked up and her hand holding the chopsticks loosened and became as stiff as a wooden stick.

Song Yuyan also stopped picking up the food. She stared blankly at the action of rolling up her sleeves. Her eyes widened, her pupils shrank, and her little face became hot. She blushed. Nan Zeyu said in a low, teasing voice: You blush so easily, I thought you only knew how to eat?

Nan Zeyu rolled up his sleeves for her and sat back on the chair. Song Yuyan lowered her head and picked up the chopsticks to continue eating. When she ate, there were rice grains on the corners of her mouth. Nan Zeyu held the bowl in his hand. His deep black eyes looked at her with rice grains on the corners of her mouth and smiled. His little wife was so cute even when she was eating.

After dinner, it was exactly ten o'clock in the evening. The two went upstairs and returned to Song Yuyan's bedroom. It had been a long time since Song Yuyan went home. When she pushed the door open, the bedroom was filled with a smell of dust. Nan Zeyu turned on the light in the bedroom, and the orange ceiling light shone on their faces.

Song Yuyan put aside her ladylike demeanor, kicked off her slippers, walked quickly to the bed, then got on the bed, jumping up and down. Nan Zeyu's black eyes contained a deep smile. He gently opened the bedroom door, walked over, raised his hand, hugged her waist from behind, and then lifted her off the bed.

Song Yuyan was stunned. Nan Zeyu hugged her off the bed. She turned around and glared at Nan Zeyu. Her watery eyes were filled with anger. She pouted and said angrily: "What are you doing, husband? Why can't I jump on the trampoline again? Husband... "

She shouted angrily, then raised her eyes and glared at him. Nan Zeyu looked at her with amusement. He raised his arm and flicked her forehead. Song Yuyan covered her forehead with a painful look on her face and glared at him: How could you flick my forehead, Nan Zeyu?

She called him by his full name, and Nan Zeyu hugged her in his arms again with heartache. Song Yuyan struggled to break free from him, but his long arms tightly clasped her arms. Song Yuyan could not move. She gave up struggling and reached out to hug his shoulders.

Finally, the two of them made a fuss in the bed for a while, until after twelve o'clock, Nan Zeyu pulled her quilt away, and Song Yuyan came out of the quilt in dishevel, panting, and blushing like a peach. She turned her head and looked at Nan Zeyu with a dazed look, and said in a low voice: What's wrong with you today? Husband, like a hungry wolf.

Just as she was about to open the door and go downstairs to take a shower, Nan Zeyu picked her up by the waist and threw her on the bed, covering both of their bodies with a quilt. Then, she was fucked by Nan Zeyu in the quilt. He was like a hungry wolf. She was almost unable to resist, and her legs were tossed back and forth by him.

Besides, her mother was on the second floor. It would be so embarrassing if her mother heard it. Song Yuyan asked him to speak in a lower voice, but he refused. He just wanted her to scream and gasp. Song Yuyan bit her lip to prevent herself from making that kind of sound, but Nan Zeyu just wanted her to scream.

Nan Zeyu curled his lips and smiled wickedly. His deep black eyes looked at his little wife who was adjusting her skirt. In front of her, he put on his pants and fastened his belt. Song Yuyan paused in adjusting her skirt. She looked up at Nan Zeyu, whose face was as calm as water. She was stunned, her face flushed, and she turned around quickly.

Nan Zeyu laughed softly and said: "I have seen every part of your body. My wife is not shy anymore." His voice was fatally hoarse, and Song Yuyan turned around and blushed from her ears to the base of her neck.

Song Yuyan didn't know that the zipper of her skirt was not yet zipped up. She stood behind him with her back to him. Her snow-white back made Nan Zeyu burn with desire. He walked over and hugged her from behind again, placing his big hand on her slender waist. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, and his big hand slowly moved down.

Song Yuyan was too stiff to speak. There was nothing she could do. She was eaten by him again, and this time she was completely eaten by him, except for the last step. Nan Zeyu was panting hard. Song Yuyan raised her hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. She said weakly: It's okay, husband, if you really want it, it's okay. Don't hold it in. But I don't seem to have any birth control pills at home...

Nan Zeyu put his arms on the sides of her face, his upper body was naked, Song Yuyan's body was pink, her neck, collarbone, and ears were all pink, the two of them were hiding in the quilt and making love, he lowered his head and suddenly sucked her neck, then he looked up and panted in a heavy voice: No... Wife, I will want you on the day you graduate from college.

Song Yuyan stopped talking, and continued. The girl's panting sound in the bed became louder and louder. Then, the floor was covered with the clothes they took off. Song Yuyan's panting made Nan Zeyu even more uncomfortable. He stopped, lifted the quilt, panted slightly, and said in a low voice: Honey, be good, put on your clothes, I'll go downstairs to the bathroom.

Song Yuyan's face was as red as a tomato. She was stunned for a moment, the quilt tightly covering her body. She panted: "Hoo, hoo, hoo... OK, husband, be gentler. It's so late. Don't wake up mom." Nan Zeyu nodded, he got up, picked up the clothes and pants on the ground, and then put them on one by one.

Although he was putting on his clothes with his back to her, his back, long legs, and shoulder and neck lines made Song Yuyan's heart beat like a drum. She watched Nan Zeyu open the door and leave the bedroom. Song Yuyan quickly got out of bed, bent down, picked up the skirt on the ground, and then put it on.

Song Yuyan's legs felt a little weak. This man must be too hungry. It's not the first time they did this in the French hotel. They didn't do that on the nights they had a quarrel, and they didn't do that after returning to Ancheng. No wonder... Song Yuyan's face turned red again. No wonder he was so hungry.

Nan Zeyu went down the stairs. The living room was dark. He walked down the stairs and walked into the living room. He turned on the floor lamp that connected the living room to the sofa. The floor lamp lit up all of a sudden. He turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom downstairs. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

He walked to the shower and turned on the shower head. It was summer now, and the cold water quickly wet his body and extinguished the heat in his body. He still felt uncomfortable. He almost took her just now because when he was touching her legs, her calves suddenly lifted up.

Then, she kicked with her little feet, because she was a little dissatisfied at that time, and then, her foot accidentally kicked his male... Song Yuyan was stunned, and she said softly: That, husband, did I kick you? Nan Zeyu had a cold face, and he was so hot that he said in a hoarse voice: You are really bold, you dare...

Song Yuyan held his wrists tightly with both hands, and he tilted his head back, so he was already hot at that time, and until now, Nan Zeyu closed his eyes and let the cold water flow on his body. He turned his head to look at the shower rack, and saw the shower gel on the shower rack. He reached out, pressed the nipple, and then squeezed out the shower gel.

Three hours later, at 3:30 in the morning, Nan Zeyu opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. He walked into the living room and was stunned. Song Yuyan was sitting on the sofa, staring at him with watery eyes. He walked over, squatted down, and looked at her pink little face. He said gently: What's wrong? Wife, wait for me here, aren't you sleepy?

Song Yuyan blinked her clear, crystal-clear eyes and looked at her without blinking. She lowered her eyes and said sweetly: I haven't taken a shower yet, husband, I'll wait for you, and then I'll take a shower.

Nan Zeyu raised his hand and rubbed the back of her head. He stood up, pulled her up, and then held her horizontally. She subconsciously hugged his neck, her breath paused, her pupils shrank, and she said in a daze: You, you, you, what are you going to do again? Husband.

Her heart was beating fast with nervousness. Are you coming again? Weren't those few times enough? Nan Zeyu looked at her nervous expression and smiled softly: "Silly wife, I'll help you take a bath. Otherwise, do you think you still want to... well... His voice was as low as sandpaper."

Song Yuyan kept shaking her head. The bathroom was filled with mist. Nan Zeyu was standing in the bathtub. She was lying in the bathtub with her back to him. He picked up her bath towel and gently rubbed her back. He had three kinds of shower gels at home, one with pure milk scent, one with rose scent, and the others with musk, lily of the valley, and sweet fruit scent.

Nan Zeyu used a pure milk-scented shower gel on her. Her body already had a milky scent, and with the addition of this pure milk-scented shower gel, Song Yuyan's scent was even more fragrant. After helping him wipe his back, she moved on to his shoulders. Her shoulders were very thin, and her shoulder bones were a little fleshy.

Song Yuyan said in a low voice: "Husband, after we get married, will you always help me bathe like this?" Nan Zeyu applied hot water on both sides of her shoulders, and then raised his hands to massage her shoulders in circles. His dark eyes looked at her shoulders as soft as cream, and said in a low voice: "Husband will help you bathe for the rest of your life, as long as you want."

Song Yujiang's lips curled up when he heard this. She said in a sweet voice: "Okay, I want my husband to help me wash my morning clothes for the rest of my life. Of course I want to." After washing her shoulders, he raised his hand and turned her body over. Song Yuyan lowered her head shyly. He raised her chin with one hand, and his black eyes quickly seemed to be on fire.

Because his big hand came to her... Nan Zeyu felt a heat coming over her body again, he closed his eyes, Song Yuyan looked up, his big hand trembled, the shower gel in his hand was slippery, but he still applied it on her, Song Yuyan's body shuddered, and her body also became hot.

It took a long time to finish washing her. Then Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes. Still with his eyes closed, he moved his hand down and touched her... Song Yuyan blushed so much. He touched her deepest part and washed her very deeply. Song Yuyan didn't dare to breathe. He teased her consciously or unconsciously.

Song Yuyan was so embarrassed that she gasped: Um...don't, husband, it's okay, really...Nan Zeyu's hand paused and he slowly left. Song Yuyan exhaled, and he ran the water over her again. Then, he stood up and stepped out of the bathtub.