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

Chapter 370 Xiaoyu, Dad hopes you will treat Xiaoyan well

After taking the family portrait, the three of them left the photo studio. It was already past three in the afternoon when they left the studio. Song Yuyan yawned, and Nan Zeyu glanced at her sideways. His eyes were soft and his thin lips moved as he said, "Wife, are you sleepy? Do you want to go to the villa to sleep?" She was held in the man's arms, her little head resting on his chest. Song Yuyan opened her eyes and nodded, saying, "Okay, husband, I am indeed sleepy."

After getting in the car, Song Yuyan was put on Nan Zeyu's lap. She turned sideways and lay on his lap and soon fell asleep. But Nan Zeyu didn't know why, he suddenly felt very hot and his breathing became rapid. Feeling his own reaction, the man's eyes darkened and his black eyes instantly spewed fire. He lowered his eyes to look at Song Yuyan lying on his lap and he panted, "Wife, wife, wife, you... I feel uncomfortable."

How could he not feel uncomfortable because Song Yuyan was sleeping facing his...? Nan Zeyu really wanted to eat her in the car. She said not to touch her, and he did it, but now... Nan Zeyu couldn't bear it anymore. Song Yuyan's red lips moved, she frowned slightly, moved her head, slowly opened her eyes, and said angrily: Stinky man, dare to disturb my sleep, I will bite you to death.

Nan Zeyu was about to explode. He was suppressing his passion. His eyes were burning with heat. He said in a hoarse voice: Wife, why don’t you take a look at yourself now… Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, her face flushed red, she faced him…

The roots of her ears, neck, face, and even her capillaries were burning. Song Yuyan was no longer sleepy. She turned her face away, blushing and her heart beating tremblingly, she said: No, no, no, no, no, husband, this is in Dad's car, we really can't do this.

Nan Zeyu grabbed her arm fiercely and pulled her off his legs. Before Yuyan could react, the man's tall body pressed her down on the seat. He pressed her down. Song Yuyan's eyes widened suddenly. She shook her head and said hurriedly: No, no, no, no, no, no, husband, calm down, please calm down!

Song Yuyan was really afraid of this unattainable man. It was fine in the bedroom and on the bed, but what about this in her father-in-law's car? Nan Zeyu didn't say anything. He got close to her face, lowered his head, and covered her red lips. The sweet, milky taste in her mouth made Nan Zeyu lose control.

Directly driving in, conquering the city and seizing the territories, Nan Zeyu's kiss was fierce and strong, hot and arousing, which made Song Yuyan distracted and eager to move. Her heart was beating like a drum, and she raised her arms to wrap around his waist. The man let go of his swollen red lips, and his deep black eyes leered at her misty mouth, kissing her tears out.

His eyes darkened, and his dark black eyes stared straight at her. Song Yuyan's face was as red as peach blossoms. Her watery eyes were sparkling, her red lips were slightly swollen, her snow-white face was pink, and her face was as rosy as peach blossoms. She was sweet. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with disdainful eyes. She raised her eyes slightly and met his dark eyes. She moved her red lips and said: Okay, be gentler, husband.

Nan Zeyu, who got the promise, no longer forbeared. He reached out to the front and pulled down the fender to cover the beautiful scenery in the back seat of the car. It took more than an hour to drive from here to the single-family villa where Nan's father lived. In the back seat of the car, Song Yuyan made a slight gasp. She didn't dare to scream. She was really afraid that Nan's father would hear it, which would be too embarrassing. In order to do this, the two couldn't help but

But Nan Zeyu didn't do what she wanted. He just hit her spot. The back seat was shaking gently, making a rustling sound. She was looking straight into Nan Zeyu's fiery eyes. He panted and said: Ah ha... Wife, why are you so sweet, so sweet, so sweet that I can't think.

Song Yuyan bit her lower lip and panted softly, "Stop talking, husband, be gentler. It would be too embarrassing if Dad heard it. Can't we wait until we get back? You really are..." She looked at his fiery eyes with a heavy look in her watery eyes and raised her hand to hit his neck.

The man curved his thin lips, his eyes full of wicked smiles. Nan Zeyu's long and thick eyelashes lifted slightly, and he panted dully with his thin lips: I can't help it, wife, you know you just... Her pupils dilated, and she felt unwell.

After a while, the Bentley seemed to have stopped, and Nan Zeyu also stopped, lying on her shoulder and breathing slightly. She caressed the man's handsome face lovingly. She blinked and said with a gasp: "Husband, take a break, there's no hurry, you see you are sweating."

Song Yuyan raised her hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Nan Zeyu straightened up, and he looked at her delicately with deep brows. His dark eyes were dark, and his thin lips spoke in a sexy voice: Wife, are you feeling sorry for me? Song Yuyan was startled. She turned her face away, avoiding his deep eyes, and pouted and muttered: Who would feel sorry for you? I don't feel sorry for you, not for you, hum!

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's stubborn eyes, he smiled and said: You are a stubborn little thing, but your husband likes the way you care about me. Song Yuyan's heart beat faster, she kept gasping and said: No, you pressed me, get up first. She frowned slightly and pouted.

Hearing this, the man frowned slightly, he slowly stood up, Song Yuyan exhaled, and the next second, the Bentley started again, the car was moving slowly, Nan Zeyu pressed her again, he tightened his arms and gently held her shoulders. Song Yuyan was stunned, her pupils shrank, and she said in surprise: No, you want more, husband?

Nan Zeyu curled his lips, and a wicked smile appeared in front of Song Yuyan. His dark eyes looked straight at her surprised face. He said in a low and magnetic voice: "Just once is not enough, who made my wife so sweet, good wife." Song Yuyan was silent, she blinked her big eyes and looked at him in amazement.

After a moment's silence, Song Yuyan turned her head to the other side, facing him with her side profile. She moved her red lips slightly and muttered in dissatisfaction: "You stinky man, you dog man, you have no shame, you tyrant, you ungrateful thing, you big pig's hoof." Nan Zeyu glanced at her angry side profile and laughed softly.

Finally, a panting sound that made people blush and their necks thick came from the back seat of the Bentley. This was Nan Zeyu's panting. He continued while panting: Ah ha ha ha ha, I love my wife, I love you so much, you are so sweet, don't say anything, let you feel my love for you.

Song Yuyan raised her eyelids and looked up. She bit her lip. The man's panting was so sexy that her body went limp and she couldn't help but pant with him. On the ring road, the dark black Bentley seemed to be driving normally on the surface, but looking at the rear door, if you didn't look carefully, you really wouldn't know that something inappropriate for children was going on in the back.

Nan Zhefang also had no idea that his son and daughter-in-law were actually in the back seat of his Bentley... He was driving steadily, neither fast nor slow, just the right speed. At around five o'clock in the evening, the Bentley drove into a villa area. The surrounding area was quiet and picturesque. The villas were all in beige, black, white, blue, white, pink, white, and red.

The Bentley slowly drove into the underground garage of the villa area. Then, Song Yuyan slapped his shoulder hard and said anxiously: Husband, husband, husband, stop, stop, it seems we have arrived at the villa area where Dad lives. I can't hear any cars on the road. Stop quickly! The man's face sank, he stood up and left.

Song Yuyan's face was flushed with heat in the stove. She quickly sat up, turned her back to the man, put on her skirt quickly, and Nan Zeyu also put on his pants. She turned her head to look over and patted Nan Zeyu's shoulder. He turned his head, his deep black eyes were as soft as water. He panted and said: Okay, wife, don't be nervous, be good, and have a good sleep later.

After saying that, Nan Zeyu stretched out his big hand over her hot red little face, holding her head. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly. His thin lips left her forehead, helped her tidy up her skirt, and pulled her up from the seat.

Song Yuyan walked into the villa and the man pulled her into his arms. She was stunned and looked up at Nan Zeyu's dark eyes. His smile reached his eyes and he said with a sexily: Three times, that's enough. I will ask for the rest slowly when we go back to the old house, wife.

Song Yuyan's face flushed and she said angrily: "You stinky man, you're still excited, right?" Nan Zeyu, take care of yourself, I'm going to sleep, my legs are weak. After saying that, Song Yuyan broke free from his arms, she turned around, Nan Zeyu smiled softly and said: "Do you want your husband to carry you up, wife, um..."

Song Yuyan's body stiffened. She turned to look at Nan Zeyu, shook her head and said softly, "No, really no, honey, I will go upstairs slowly by myself and let me sleep, please." After that, Song Yuyan turned around and ran upstairs as if escaping, not caring whether her legs were weak or not, she ran very fast.

Carrying her to the bed is not as simple as just carrying her to the bed... wouldn't it be dizzy? Song Yuyan ran upstairs, opened the door of the guest room, her legs went limp, and she sat down on the carpet. Although it wasn't for long, Nan Zeyu was only there for more than an hour, and her legs were so weak.

Song Yuyan held her waist with both hands, walked to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, took off her skirt, and soaked herself in the bathtub. All of a sudden, she felt relieved from her exhaustion, and her soft legs relaxed immediately.

After soaking for more than an hour, Song Yuyan opened her eyes and stood up from the bathtub. She felt a little dizzy and walked out of the bathroom. She did not go to the guest room to sleep, but stepped directly to the sofa in the guest room. She kicked off her shoes, got on the sofa, and went to sleep!

Maybe because she and Nan Zeyu were doing that thing, she lay on the sofa and fell asleep in a deep sleep soon. At this time, Nan Zeyu opened the door of the guest room, walked over with his long legs, squatted down, and looked at Song Yuyan's sweet and charming little face, which was pink and tender, soft and sweet, with long, black and thick eyelashes that were gently raised in an arc, and the corners of her lips were curved.

Nan Zeyu's eyes were deep, and he smiled softly and dotingly. He raised his hand and gently stroked her snow-white face. He lowered his voice and said, "Be good and sleep, my sweet wife. Your husband really, really loves you very much." He leaned over, and the sweet smell of milk on her red lips rushed into his nose. The man kissed her red lips like a chicken pecking at rice, and left quickly.

He stood up, straightened up, turned around, slowly walked out of the guest room, closed the door, and went downstairs. Song Yuyan slept until dark. Her eyebrows moved, she opened her eyes, sat up from the sofa, the guest room was dark, and she turned on the light in the guest room.

In the evening, around eight o'clock, Song Yuyan walked into the restaurant. She saw Nan's father and Nan Zeyu sitting on the dining table. She walked over and turned to look at Nan Zeyu who was sitting on her left. His dark eyes looked at her deeply and with a hint of jealousy. She shivered and walked straight to the dining table on the right.

The man was startled, frowning and looking at Song Yuyan sitting on the dining table chair to the right of Nan Zhefang. What's going on? Nan Zeyu said in a daze: Wife, are you coming here? Come and sit here, wife. Song Yuyan pulled out the dining table chair and sat down on it.

She held her breath, raised her eyes, and looked at Nan Zeyu sitting opposite her. She shook her head and smiled slyly, like a little fox. Song Yuyan smiled innocently and said, "No, husband, I just want to sit with my dad today. You want to eat alone? Be good." She squeezed a few tears out of her eyes.

Her eyes were full of sparkling water, and she blinked her big eyes with an innocent smile. Looking at Nan Zeyu, who was angry and had a cold face, he frowned and pursed his thin lips. Nan's father then joked: It's all right, it's all right, Xiaoyan can sit wherever she wants to eat, Xiaoyu, just eat your meal!

Nan Zeyu's face changed, and he looked at Nan's father with his eyes wandering. His dark eyes were cold and gloomy, and he pursed his thin lips and said in a calm voice: It's okay, Dad. As a result, Song Yuyan ate very happily during the dinner, because there was no man nagging beside her, and she could eat as much as she wanted.

Today's dinner was also the last dinner in the single-family villa where Nan's father lived. There were stir-fried beef slices, shredded potatoes with vinegar, stir-fried carrots, corn, black fungus and eggs, stir-fried broccoli, steamed eggs with rice flour, steamed meatballs with winter melon, and cordyceps flower and black chicken soup. Song Yuyan ate a few spoonfuls of corn kernels, shredded potatoes mixed with crystal rice, and eggs mixed with broccoli, meatballs and soup. When she was almost done, she put down her chopsticks.

Father Nan turned his eyes to Song Yuyan, and he said cheerfully: "Are you full? Hahaha, Xiaoyan." Song Yuyan stood up and looked at Nan Zhefang who was drinking soup. Her watery eyes were as bright as crystal stars, and she blinked and said: "Yes, Dad, I don't dare to eat too much, you eat slowly."

Song Yuyan bowed and nodded to Nan Ze. Seeing this, the man put down his chopsticks and stood up. He looked at Nan's father, nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said: Dad, I've finished eating too. You eat slowly. Nan Zhefang turned his eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu who stood up opposite him. He smiled and said: Okay, okay, you go, you will go back to Ancheng tomorrow.