eurekapd Chapter 304 Reunion Dinner!
Chapter 304 Reunion Dinner!
Song Yuyan woke up instantly. Her eyebrows moved and she slowly opened her eyes. She opened her eyes in confusion and raised her big eyes. When she turned her eyes, she met Nan Zeyu's smiling black eyes. She was stunned for a moment, blinked her watery eyes, and said sweetly: "Hmm... Nan Zeyu, where are we?" She opened her eyes in surprise, looked at him with round eyes and asked.
Nan Zeyu's eyebrows were deep, like an unfathomable ancient pond. He glanced at his mother, Xia Jinghao and Shen Jiayi who were standing side by side with him. Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned their eyes away. Song Yuyan had already woken up, but she felt as if someone was staring at her closely, as if a thorn was piercing her back.
She suddenly turned her head and her face turned red in an instant. Song Yuyan was stunned when she saw Shen Jiayi, Aunt Ye, and Xia Jinghao. Her eyes suddenly widened, her red lips slowly opened, and she said in a daze: You...you...you, Brother Xia, Jiayi?
Her voice was sweet. Shen Jiayi took a few steps forward. Song Yuyan subconsciously struggled to break free. Nan Zeyu slowly put her down on the ground. Shen Jiayi came over. She grabbed her wrist with one hand and was pulled in front of Shen Jiayi. She put her other hands on her waist and held it.
Song Yuyan was stunned, her body leaned over, Shen Jiayi held her shoulders with one hand and her waist with the other, she fell sideways in her arms, raised her eyes, met Shen Jiayi's black gemstone eyes, she was stunned for a moment, and said in a daze: No, Jiayi, you haven't seen me for too long, now you feel a little...
Shen Jiayi smiled brightly, she looked at Song Yuyan with a smile, and said calmly: I haven't seen you for a long time, do you still remember me? Yanyan. Song Yuyan was stunned, she laughed and said: Of course I remember? What's wrong with you, Jiayi.
She raised her hand to touch Shen Jiayi's forehead, and Shen Jiayi slapped her hand speechlessly. She pouted in pain and said angrily: "Well, it hurts, Jiayi, are you really willing to hit me?" Shen Jiayi glanced at her indifferently, loosened her waist, and Song Yuyan quickly left her arms.
After a while, Song Yuyan also woke up from her sleepiness. She held Shen Jiayi with her left hand and Nan Zeyu with her right hand. She looked at her best friend, then turned to look at Nan Zeyu. She held both of their wrists with one hand and walked out of the airport. Xia Jinghao was forced to follow behind her. He looked at Aunt Ye helplessly. Aunt Ye covered her mouth and smiled and said: Xiaoyan is like this. She also liked to walk like this when she was playing in France.
Xia Jinghao raised his eyebrows, his mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly: No, no, no, it's okay, Aunt Ye. Then I can talk to you. Ye Mingxuan smiled faintly at Xia Jinghao and said: Really, you and Jiayi were going together, and Xiaoyan took her wrist and left.
After saying that, Ye Mingxuan looked forward with her beautiful eyes, and walked out of the airport. The night wind blew towards her. The vehicle from the Nan family's old house was waiting at the airport gate. The three of them got into the stretched Rolls-Royce together. After getting in the car, Song Yuyan and Shen Jiayi leaned against each other and sat in the back seat. Nan Zejun's face sank, and his dark eyes also sank.
Xia Jinghao glanced at Nan Zeyu, he raised his hand and patted Nan Zeyu's shoulder. Nan Zeyu looked at Xia Jinghao with his eyes sideways, his dark eyes were cold and gloomy. Xia Jinghao said indifferently: Zeyu, you must know that in front of your best friends, we men can only stand aside.
Nan Zeyu pursed his lips and said nothing. He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yuyan who was sitting opposite him. She was holding her phone and whispering something with Shen Jiayi. Nan Zeyu was stunned. Wasn't she so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes just now? How could she be so energetic now?
The Rolls-Royce started, and Song Yuyan took out her mobile phone and started playing games with Shen Jiayi again. Shen Jiayi glanced at her with an indifferent look, and then turned around inadvertently to look at President Nan who was sitting in the seat with a sullen face. She was so scared that her whole body froze, and she touched Song Yuyan with her elbow.
Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment. She turned to look at Shen Jiayi and said in a daze: Huh? What's wrong? Jiayi, I'm fighting with the opponent? Shen Jiayi turned her eyes and saw Song Yuyan holding the phone in her hand, staring at Shen Jiayi with wide eyes.
As she spoke, she glanced at Song Yuyan and said with a trembling face: "Um, Yanyan, President Nan Nan...you?" Song Yuyan's breath stagnated, she turned her head stiffly, and saw Nan Zeyu's cold eyes. His eyes exuded a biting coldness, and Song Yuyan was stunned.
She slowly stood up, holding the phone in her hand, and walked quickly to Nan Zeyu. She sat down like a little bird, nestling on Nan Zeyu's chest. Nan Zeyu raised his cold eyes slightly, raised his hand and took her into his arms. He held her waist with his big hand and held her tightly.
Seeing that the atmosphere was starting to get wrong, Xia Jinghao stood up, bent over, and walked quickly over to where Shen Jiayi was sitting. Shen Jiayi reached out and pulled his wrist over. He sat down next to her and turned to look at Shen Jiayi. Shen Jiayi glanced at him, smiled indifferently and said: What, are you afraid of President Nan too?
Xia Jinghao looked deeply at Shen Jiayi with his brown eyes. He curled his lips slightly and said calmly: "You are kidding. I am afraid of Zeyu. I am also a big CEO. Have you forgotten that your husband is also a CEO, wife?" He whispered in a deep voice.
Shen Jiayi rolled her eyes at him and ignored him. She lowered her head, picked up her phone, and continued playing games. Xia Jinghao was not in a position to talk anymore, so he also took out his phone. Both of them held their phones. Shen Jiayi played mobile games while Xia Jinghao looked at company emails.
Song Yuyan leaned obediently in Nan Zeyu's arms. She raised her head carefully. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at her who was looking at him carefully. His eyes faded away from the coldness, and his eyes were warm and smiling. She smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curved like a moon, and said with a smile: Hey, hey, you won't be angry, right? Ah Yu, right?
She nudged herself into his arms like a kitten, and smiled innocently on her little face: "Please don't be angry with me, Nan Zeyu, you are the best." Nan Zeyu didn't move at all, and looked at her with a smile. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly with his thin lips: "How can you bear to be angry with my little princess, Yanyan, wait until you want it tonight."
After he finished speaking, Nan Zeyu lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something in her ear with his thin lips. Song Yuyan's face was as red as a peach. She nodded gently and said in a sweet voice: Okay, as long as you are not angry, you can do whatever you want.
Nan Zeyu raised the corner of his lips into a faint smile. He pressed the back of her head against his chest. She leaned on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The corners of her lips rose, and her eyes slowly closed. He placed his big palm on her back, patting it gently.
Soon, Song Yuyan fell asleep again in Nan Zeyu's arms. She subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. Nan Zeyu patted her back. He turned his dark eyes and looked out the car window. The night was seductive, the lights under the street lamps were dazzling, and the tall buildings were undulating.
At around twelve o'clock in the evening, the Rolls-Royce arrived at the Nan family's old house. Nan Zeyu pushed Song Yuyan, and she slowly opened her eyes and turned her head from his arms. She opened her eyes wide and exclaimed: We're here, we're home, this is the Nan family's old house.
Her voice was as sweet as honey. Shen Jiayi raised her head and saw the car door opened. She turned to look at Song Yuyan. She stood up, walked over and held her hand. Song Yuyan turned her head and saw that it was Shen Jiayi. She smiled and looked at Shen Jiayi with her watery eyes as clear as crystal.
She smiled warmly and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I'm getting off the car. You've worked hard today. Come to the airport to pick me up. Jiayi, go back to sleep with Brother Xia!" After saying that, Song Yuyan looked at Xia Jinghao who was sitting on the extended seat. She smiled sweetly at him, and Xia Jinghao's mouth corners slightly raised.
Shen Jiayi reluctantly hugged her in his arms. Song Yuyan raised her hand and touched her back. Finally, Shen Jiayi let her go. Song Yuyan said goodbye to Shen Jiayi in the car and got out of the car with Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu held her hand tightly. She looked at the Rolls-Royce and drove away from the Nan family's old house.
Song Yuyan turned her head, and Nan Zeyu looked at her without blinking. In the night, her small face was as delicate as a palm, and her watery eyes were sparkling and transparent like crystal. She pouted her red lips slightly, and said in a soft voice: Ayu, now that Jiayi and Brother Xia are going back, will the Rolls-Royce be driven back to the old house later?
Nan Zeyu met her crystal clear and bright eyes. He looked at her softly and smiled dotingly: Of course, my little wife, why are you so silly? Is this our car? He raised his hand and touched her nose, and she wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction.
Because it was too late, the two of them had a casual dinner in the restaurant. Ye Mingxuan was very hungry. All the servants in the Nan family villa got up and went to the kitchen. The chef was also on standby in the kitchen and prepared a large table of sumptuous midnight snack for Mrs. Ye.
There were freshly stewed mushroom chicken, crystal dumplings with shrimp, lotus root soup with pork feet, fried duck slices with corn, stir-fried crab meat, and other noodles, wonton noodles, etc. Song Yuyan was stunned, her pupils shrank, and she opened her mouth wide to look at the whole table of midnight snacks. She squinted at Nan Zeyu, who frowned speechlessly and said: There is no way, my mother... Yanyan
Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan, who was eating without any image of a noble lady. She frowned slightly and said softly: "Um, aunt, please eat slowly, don't eat too fast!" Ye Mingxuan, who was sitting diagonally opposite, was holding a honey chicken wing in one hand and a pig's foot in the right hand, then took a bite on the left and another bite on the right.
Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at his mother. His dark eyes darkened and he said in a cold voice: Mom, have you never eaten enough in France? Ye Mingxuan ignored him and continued to eat her food. Song Yuyan pulled his sleeve under the table. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at his little wife. His dark eyes softened and he said in a low voice: Be good, let mom eat, let's go!
Song Yuyan nodded, she stood up, and they walked out of the restaurant. He bent his body slightly, and Song Yuyan bent her legs slightly. He picked her up and carried her horizontally. He carried her to the stairs, and she hugged his neck. When they arrived at Song Yuyan's bedroom, Nan Zeyu carried her to the bathroom.
He took off all her clothes, Nan Zeyu took off her pure black cotton and linen shirt, and picked her up with his bare chest. Song Yuyan blushed so much that she lowered her head. In the bathtub, Nan Zeyu gently applied shower gel on her. Song Yuyan sat in the bathtub with her back to him. He looked at her snow-white skin, which was slightly red because of the hot water in the bathtub, like a top-grade peach.
Nan Zeyu's dark eyes were full of mystery, his throat tightened, and his hand stroked her jade-white back. Song Yuyan's heart was pounding nervously, and her little face was slightly hot. The temperature of his big palm seemed to burn her skin, and her breathing paused.
Song Yuyan couldn't help but close her eyes, enjoying Nan Zeyu's bathing and massage for her. How could Nan Zeyu let her go like this? He slowly turned her body over. Song Yuyan's eyelashes were trembling with nervousness. She held her breath, and Nan Zeyu's dark eyes instantly lit up when he saw her plump figure.
His big hand gently stroked her neck, and Song Yuyan's face turned even redder. He passed her neck, came to her collarbone, and then to her... Song Yuyan's breathing was rapid, and she panted: "Well, no, Nan Zeyu, you help me take a bath, how...
His big hand had reached her... Song Yuyan was forced to endure it. He teased her again and again. Song Yuyan's expression could no longer be controlled. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. After a moment, a shy moaning sound of a girl came from the side of the bathtub.
It lasted until 3:30 in the middle of the night. When it was over, Song Yuyan fell exhausted in his arms. Her face was rosy, her lips were slightly red, and she was panting. Nan Zeyu put her body in the bathtub. He quickly got up, stepped out of the bathtub, and walked to the shower head.
Nan Zeyu finished his shower quickly, closed the shower head valve, turned around and walked to a row of cabinets in the bathroom, took out a clean bathrobe from the cabinet, picked it up, put it on quickly, tied the belt, and picked up a women's bathrobe from another row.
Nan Zeyu carried her out of the bathroom, carried her to her room, removed the velvet quilt, laid Song Yuyan flat on the bed, and looked at his watch. It was already three forty-five. To be honest, Nan Zeyu was not satisfied with this, but he and she were not married after all. If they really had to live that kind of life, he was afraid that Song Yuyan would not be able to bear it.
He got on the bed, reached out to the bedside table and turned off the bedside lamp. Nan Zeyu gently held her in his arms. He pulled her over, put his right hand around her slender waist, and covered her with the quilt with his left hand. Song Yuyan was sleeping soundly, and when he heard her breathing, he slowly closed his handsome eyes like obsidian.
Song Yuyan slept until after eleven o'clock in the morning. She frowned, slowly opened her eyelids, and looked to both sides of the bed. She didn't see Nan Zeyu. Song Yuyan sat up from the bed in a daze. She lifted the quilt, lowered her head, and saw a white bathrobe. Song Yuyan's face turned red with anger. She murmured: Damn Nan Zeyu, I don't know what time he tortured her last night, and he just put a bathrobe on her and called it a day?