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

Chapter 355: Husband, can you drive a yacht?

The man kept coaxing Song Yuyan until almost three in the morning before she stopped sobbing. He lowered his eyes to glance at her who was leaning on his chest. There were still wet traces of tears on her snow-white face, her butterfly-winged eyelashes were still stained with some tears, and her rosy little lips were so red that her lower lip was bitten red. His black eyes narrowed and he said in a low voice: "Be good, don't bite your lips, wife." He raised his hand and pushed her shoulder.

She leaned on his chest, Nan Zeyu leaned on the head of the bed, Song Yuyan did not react, her two pairs of small hands clasped the lapels of his pajamas, Nan Zeyu's cold black eyes softened, he looked at her sweet eyebrows, his eyes were warm, little thing, her weak spot is her mother.

Swearing to give Song Yuyan the best, Nan Zeyu did not dare to close his eyes, let alone sleep, because, how could he sleep peacefully when Song Yuyan was still asleep? Song Yuyan's little mouth moved, and she said in a daze: Husband, promise me that you will stay with me forever, you must.

Her voice was soft, with a sound of someone who had just cried. Nan Zeyu's heart ached. He felt so distressed. His little wife had been crying for too long. Nan Zeyu was really afraid that her eyes would hurt from crying. He watched her sob and cry with her back to him.

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything. He stroked the back of her head helplessly, gently laid her down on the bed, covered her with the quilt, got out of bed, stood up, turned around and looked at her again. Her pink little face was revealed.

Her delicate eyebrows twisted together. Does this little thing think about its mother even when it is asleep? Nan Zeyu's eyebrows also twisted together. He turned around, walked out of the bedroom lightly, walked into the bathroom, took a shower as quickly as possible, and returned to the bedroom. He walked over quickly.

The man bent down, and Nan Zeyu looked at her sweet sleeping face. Her tears dried, and his dark eyes brightened. Finally, Song Yuyan fell asleep. He raised his hand and gently stroked her snow-white face. Her little face was cool, which was wet with moisture from her tears.

However, Nan Zeyu didn't seem to be sleepy. He stood up, walked to the balcony, sat on the sofa outside the balcony, and called Fang's mother. The call was quickly connected. He said in a low voice: "Mom, you haven't slept yet? I can't sleep. Yanyan fell asleep just now."

From the balcony, one could hear the sound of waves rolling up and floating on the rocks on Wangyue Island. Fang Manli's soft voice came from the other end of the phone: "I was getting ready to go to bed, and I saw you calling? What's wrong? Why is Yanyan crying? Is she okay?" Fang's mother's voice suddenly became tense.

Nan Zeyu then responded softly: No, it's okay, maybe I heard your voice, it's late, I'm going to sleep, Mom. Fang's mother sat on the bed holding the phone, her eyebrows frowned, her eyes twisted, and she asked hurriedly: Is everything okay? Yanyan, she?

Nan Zeyu pursed his lips, moved them slightly, and smiled faintly: "It's okay, Mom, she just cried, OK, then you go to sleep, my mother will also trouble you to take care of her, Fang Manli smiled softly, she said in a gentle voice: "Okay, I will, what's the trouble!"

Hearing Fang's mother hang up the phone, Nan Zeyu got up from the sofa, turned and walked into the bedroom. The man got on the bed, gently hugged her soft waist in his arms, picked up her little hand from under the quilt, and placed it on his waist. He raised his thin lips slightly, his eyes softened, and Song Yuyan seemed to sense it and snuggled into his arms.

Nan Zeyu patted her back all night, fearing that she would cry again. Fortunately, Song Yuyan slept very soundly and did not move. His eyelids could hardly hold up, so he slowly closed them, put his head on top of her head, put his arm around her shoulders, and fell asleep.

Song Yuyan gradually became always in a bad mood with Nan Zeyu. Sometimes she felt that the breakfast was not delicious, sometimes she felt that the villa was too boring, and sometimes she felt that he gave her too little emotional value. She lifted the quilt, turned her head, glared at him, her eyes full of anger, and scolded: Nan Zeyu, why do you have to come to this island? Look, I only sleep all day long, what else can I do?

Nan Zeyu half leaned on the head of the bed and reached out to pull her arm. She glanced at his calm eyes with cold eyes. He frowned and his handsome face sank. The two of them stared at each other without saying a word. After a moment, Song Yuyan shook off his hand that was holding her arm, and said with eyes wide open: It's annoying, don't touch me, you stinky man.

After saying this, Song Yuyan grabbed the quilt angrily and threw it away. She wanted to get out of bed, but the man's dark eyes darkened. He quickly grabbed her from behind, then pressed Song Yuyan down on the bed. He pressed her down. Song Yuyan's watery eyes emitted a cold light. She said coldly: I'm telling you, I'm not in a good mood now, don't come!

Her voice was deep and had a hint of gunpowder, but Nan Zeyu was not afraid. He looked straight into her cold eyes and frowned: What's wrong with you? Wife, what made you unhappy? Um... or what do you want to do, tell me.

Song Yuyan turned away angrily. Nan Zeyu was stunned. What happened to her? She didn't tell him and asked him to guess. He hadn't touched her in the past few days. She said she was tired from having a baby. Okay, he gave her some time to rest. After all, girls have to be willing to do that.

Nan Zeyu reached out to touch her chin, and her alarm bells went off. She turned around and raised her hand to knock down his outstretched hand. Nan Zeyu was really confused. What happened? She pushed him away, sat up from the bed, and said viciously: I said, don't touch me, go to another room to sleep at night.

Before Nan Zeyu could react, Song Yuyan had already gotten off the bed. He turned his head and looked over. His deep black eyes tightened. He was really anxious. What happened to his little wife? Why did she suddenly...

At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Nan Zeyu went downstairs. He rubbed his forehead tiredly, went downstairs, and glanced at the restaurant with his cold black eyes. He didn't want to eat breakfast and had no mood to eat. Nan Zeyu walked to the study and closed the door. The man walked to the sofa in the study and fell on it.

In the bedroom upstairs, Song Yuyan saw that she was the only one in the bedroom. She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed in a daze. She didn't know what was wrong. Her pupils moved slightly and her eyelashes blinked. Did she lose her temper with him again?

Song Yuyan frowned, bit her lower lip, and murmured: What's wrong with me? Why did I lose my temper with him? He hasn't touched me in the past few days? But what's wrong with me? Could it be that her period is coming soon? Her pupils suddenly opened...

Song Yuyan was extremely upset. She got up from the sofa, walked to the bedroom, and fell on the bed. After a while, she fell asleep again. Song Yuyan fell on the bed with her head behind the bed, her legs stretched out and crossed, and her snow-white face was crooked.

Finally, outside the study, Butler Long saw that the door of the study was ajar. He was stunned. He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently. The man lying on the sofa opened his eyes. His cold black eyes shone, and he opened his thin lips and said, "What's wrong?" Butler Long, by the way, is Yanyan in the restaurant?

Butler Long held his breath, and said cautiously: Master, I was just about to ask, "My wife hasn't come downstairs yet. It's almost ten o'clock. Are you going to have breakfast, Master?" The next second, the door of the study suddenly opened. Butler Long looked over and was startled to see the Master suddenly standing by the door of the study.

Nan Zeyu glanced at Butler Long. He frowned and said with a cold face: "Yan Yan is not in the restaurant? She didn't come downstairs? What happened?" Butler Long was so scared that his neck shrank. He bent over and said tremblingly: "That, that, that, young master, I don't know either. I kept looking upstairs and didn't see the lady coming downstairs."

The man's face suddenly turned gloomy and cold. His dark eyes were like frost. He said coldly to Butler Long who was bending over tremblingly, "Forget it. Remove the breakfast on the table. Go and heat up a cup of milk and bring it to the study."

Butler Long immediately looked up, nodded slightly, and said cautiously with a trembling voice: "Hey... OK, OK, I understand, Young Master." Nan Zeyu turned around, and Butler Long was shocked. What happened to this young master and his wife? He frowned, puzzled, frowned, turned around and walked away.

Song Yuyan didn't go downstairs the whole day. She slept on the bed and didn't wake up until almost dusk. She jumped off the carpet and looked at the time on her mobile phone on the bedside table. It was already half past five. Did she sleep for so long?

With half-opened eyes and a slightly dizzy head, Song Yuyan opened the calendar on her phone and saw that it was already June 20th. She had been on Moon Island for half a month. Song Yuyan's eyes were empty. She had nothing to do every day except sleeping, as if she was on a honeymoon just to sleep.

Song Yuyan was about to get up from the bed when her cell phone suddenly rang. She lowered her eyes to look at the screen, her whole face smiling sweetly. She swiped the screen with her finger and answered the call. She said in a sweet voice: "Stinky girl, Nie Ranran, you finally got the heart to call me!"

Nie Ranran was walking out of the company, towards the entrance of the company's underground parking lot, holding a mobile phone in her hand. When she heard Song Yuyan's exasperated voice on the phone, with a sweet and coquettish tone, she smiled and said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid of disturbing you and President Nan from making a baby? How is it? Is your honeymoon going well?"

Song Yuyan's face puffed up, she frowned and said helplessly: Don't mention it, it's all about sleeping, as if the honeymoon is just for sleeping. As for Nan Zeyu... She paused, Nie Ranran walked to her Maserati, and she was about to reach out to open the door.

Song Yuyan said slowly: I was afraid of that man's energy, as if it was not enough, and my whole body was limp when we got together, but he still had a conscience and knew to bathe, massage and change my clothes for me. I told him not to touch me, and that I needed to rest for a while. Nie Ranran's pupils trembled, she choked on her saliva and coughed a few times.

After a long while, Nie Ranran was surprised and said: No way? President Nan... doesn't he know he's tired? Song Yuyan curled her lips and said angrily: I don't know, I don't care, giving birth to a child is a slow process, it's not something that can come all at once, I'm so angry.

Nie Ranran tried to calm Song Yuyan down on the phone. After a while, Song Yuyan said sweetly, "Okay, you must be tired of listening to me complain about that stinky man for so long, right? Let's drive home quickly. By the way, Ranran, are you living in Gu Tingchen's villa now? Or, your original apartment?"

Nie Ranran's pretty face flushed, her heart beat uncontrollably, and she said in a brisk voice: "Of course I live in Brother Chen's villa? I've gained weight, and the food I eat in his villa is better than the fast food I make myself."

Song Yuyan was delighted, her eyebrows curved, and she said slyly: Hehehe, hurry up and tell me, do you have a little, a little love for Brother Chen, you know? Ranran. Nie Ranran on the phone, her face suddenly flushed, she tried her best to cover up and stammered: I just, I just... No, I only call him brother, brother, brother, you know!

Song Yuyan sighed and said lightly: Is that so... Well, Song Yuyan was really bored. She talked to Nie Ranran on the phone until her phone became hot, so she hung up the phone, turned around, and looked outside. It was already dark.

She put her cell phone next to the pillow, Song Yuyan walked out of the bedroom, went to the cloakroom to change into a tea-white home dress, opened the bedroom door, walked to the stairs, and was about to go downstairs when she saw Butler Long coming up the stairs. She stopped and frowned in confusion and said: Butler Long, why are you bringing dinner up? Where is he?

Butler Long raised his eyes, and he walked upstairs, bent down and nodded, saying: Madam, the young master drank a glass of fresh milk in the morning, and then he did not leave the study. Song Yuyan glanced at Butler Long, who was still holding a tray in his hand.

She frowned slightly and looked at Butler Long in amazement with her watery eyes. Her face was calm and no emotion could be seen. Song Yuyan said to Butler Long indifferently: I understand, Butler Long, give me dinner, I will go to the study to see him later.

Butler Long nodded and bowed, then carefully handed the tray to his wife. Song Yuyan took the tray, turned around and went upstairs to the bedroom. Song Yuyan placed the tray on the coffee table. On the tray were crystal egg custard, cherry crispy pork, and a small vegetable pot with various steamed vegetables.

There was also a bowl of blue crab soup. Song Yuyan didn't stay in a daze for long. She picked up her chopsticks and spoon and ate the dinner on the tray. Song Yuyan felt empty in her heart again. This was the second time she had dinner alone. She did the same thing the day before yesterday. She felt that the food she ate was not delicious anymore.