inspire-indiana Chapter 342: The Century Tongzhang Wedding!
Chapter 342: The Century Tongzhang Wedding!
342 Fairy Tale Wedding of the Century!
Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu didn't stay in the coffee shop for long. An hour later, they looked at the four people and said anxiously: You guys drink coffee, my husband and I will go back to the old house first. By the way, Song Yuyan glanced at the man, she opened her eyes nervously and asked: Husband, tomorrow's wedding banquet, what time do I have to wake up? Just put on makeup and change into wedding dress, Nan Zeyu glanced at her, his eyebrows were cold, and his handsome face was full of tenderness, saying: According to the old generation, the bride has to wake up at 4:30, and then, put on makeup and change into wedding dress, etc. Wife.
Song Yuyan's breathing stagnated, her pupils shrank, and she swallowed her saliva and said: What? I have to wake up at 4:30? No... As she spoke, Song Yuyan took the man's black and gold watch, which was shining with gold and had a black and gold diamond of a medium size. She grabbed his wrist, looked at it sideways, frowned and murmured: Ah, it's almost 4:30, no, no. Song Yuyan raised her eyes and turned to look at the four people sitting at the coffee table, frowned nervously and said: I really have to go, see you at the wedding banquet tomorrow, that, Ranran, Jiayi.
Nie Ranran and Shen Jiayi were stunned, staring blankly at the frowning and panicking Song Yuyan. Shen Jiayi's lips moved and she said, "Go, go, go, go back with President Nan. I'll take Nie Ranran to buy bridesmaid wedding dresses later. You go back quickly!"
Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, looking at the two of them, she widened her eyes and said: Where are you going to buy bridesmaid dresses, the wedding banquet starts at twelve o'clock, you don't have to come to the old house, just wait for me at the door of the hotel, Ranran, Jiayi. Before the two of them could speak, Song Yuyan grabbed the man's arm and stood up from the chair.
The man was pulled up from his seat by Song Yuyan. Nan Zeyu looked at Xia Jinghao and Gu Tingchen, who had been silent but indifferent. He glared at them with his cold black eyes. He said helplessly: Brother Xia, Achen, my wife and I will go back to the old house first. You can go directly to the hotel and arrive before twelve o'clock!
The four of them looked at each other. After a moment, four faces and four eyes looked at the couple at the same time. They nodded and said, "Okay, okay, let's go buy groomsmen suits too." Xia Jinghao and Gu Tingchen looked at each other, then looked at Nan Zeyu and nodded.
The two spoke in low voices, and Nie Ranran echoed: Yanyan, after changing into your wedding dress, drink some lemon water to relieve the pressure. Nie Ranran made a trumpet shape with his hands and spoke in a loud voice. Song Yuyan subconsciously glanced at Nie Ranran, and her eyes widened and nodded.
The man nodded to the four people. He held Song Yuyan's small hand with his right hand, turned around and walked towards the stairs. Shen Jiayi thought of something. She stood up, walked around the coffee table, and walked to the stairs. She said excitedly: Yanyan, my little baby, you must look beautiful tomorrow. I will go to the hotel early and wait for you at the door. I will call Aunt Fang and ask her to stay at my apartment at night. I will bring your mother over when I wake up tomorrow morning.
Song Yuyan paused as she was walking down the stairs. She thought of her mother, turned around, and looked at Shen Jiayi standing on the stairs. Her pupils were wide open, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Shen Jiayi, whose face was filled with excitement, through misty eyes. She blinked and said sweetly: "Okay, Jiayi, please take care of my mother. I can't tell her, and now I also..."
Song Yuyan was about to say something, but Nan Zeyu stared at her anxious profile. He held her hand and felt his palms get warm. She turned her head to meet Nan Zeyu's deep and cold eyes. She smiled slightly. The man said with a doting smile: "Wife, be good. I'll call mom when we get back to the old house and I'll tell her. Be good and don't cry before the wedding."
Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide and looked at the man with a tender and doting smile on his face. Shen Jiayi interrupted the two of them and said: Okay, you two, go back quickly. Nie Ranran and I will go buy bridesmaids dresses, and I will take the two big men to buy groomsmen suits. I didn't expect you two to send out the invitations so quickly, and we don't have time to prepare.
Song Yuyan wanted to say yes. The wedding invitations were sent out so quickly that she didn't even tell her mother. In a daze, Nan Zeyu directly picked her up by the waist. Song Yuyan felt her feet leave the ground and suddenly flew into the air. Her pupils widened and she subconsciously hugged his neck and exclaimed: "Ah? What are you doing? Husband, this is a coffee shop, people will see us."
Shen Jiayi stood on the stairs looking at the newlyweds, her lips smiling. She turned around and the man glanced at Song Yuyan with a smile. His eyes were affectionate and doting. His eyes were as deep and unfathomable as those from an ancient pond, dark and cold, full of doting. She blushed and he smiled sexily and said: This is the coffee shop opened by your husband. You forgot, wife.
As the man was talking, he walked downstairs. Song Yuyan smiled shyly and said, "Honey, watch the road, don't fall." This man, is he really good at teasing? Her heart was about to jump out. Feeling her heart beating violently, Song Yuyan was about to scream.
Song Yuyan didn't know how she got on the car. She only heard some noises in her ears and said excitedly: Tiantiantian, isn't that President Nan? The president of Nan Group, isn't the woman in his arms the young lady? Song Yuyan could only see him, and the man also looked at her with a doting smile.
Song Yuyan also heard many voices and even the sound of taking pictures, but Song Yuyan knew that these people were just surprised, so she didn't dare to go forward, let alone make a sound to disturb them, because this is the largest coffee shop in Ancheng City and also an industry of Nan Group. A cup of coffee here costs over ten thousand yuan, and the cheapest one costs over a thousand.
Song Yuyan sat in the passenger seat with her eyelids groggy. After a while, she fell asleep in a daze. When she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed with Father Nan, Mother Ye, and Nan Zeyu standing in front of her. Song Yuyan was stunned. She opened her eyes wide and sat up from the bed, saying in a daze: This... Aunt Ye, Uncle Nan, you?
Nan's father and Ye's mother looked at each other and then at Song Yuyan, they both smiled happily and said: It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyan, you fell asleep, don't come downstairs, the invitations have been sent out, the wedding team will arrive at six o'clock, and we will be at the hotel at seven, so don't be nervous, the makeup artist will be here at 4:30.
Song Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes wide, she looked at the man, Nan Zeyu smiled softly and said: That's right, wife, don't come downstairs for dinner, I'll feed you, you can take a shower after dinner and take a nap, I'll call you at 4:30. Song Yuyan was completely dumbfounded, what... I have to wake up at 4:30, put on makeup and change into a wedding dress...
After Nan's father and mother finished speaking, they looked at Nan Zeyu and smiled gently: "Please comfort Xiaoyan. The meal is ready. I'll ask Li's mother to bring it up. You two don't have to go downstairs. We'll go out first." Nan Zeyu looked at his parents, nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said: "I understand, Dad, Mom, I will do it. Thank you for your hard work."
Nan Zhefang and Ye Mingxuan laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm so happy now, I'm afraid I can't sleep tonight, I'm just waiting for tomorrow's wedding banquet." Ye's mother danced and said, Nan's father looked at her with a doting smile, he raised his hand to hold her waist, looked at Nan Zeyu and said calmly: "Son, you will marry Xiaoyan tomorrow, it's not the same as before, you have to be responsible and steady, you have to be a man, do you understand?"
Nan Zeyu looked at his father with deep black eyes, who spoke calmly. He pursed his thin lips and smiled faintly: Dad, I will. The man's voice was magnetic and low. Song Yuyan sat on the bed and looked at him blankly. At this moment, Song Yuyan felt that he was a man, a man who listened to his father.
After saying that, Father Nan put his arm around Ye's mother's waist, patted Nan Zeyu's shoulder, turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Song Yuyan lifted the quilt and was about to get up from the bed. The man quickly turned around and sat on the bed. He stared straight at Song Yuyan, who had a sweet and moving face. His brows were cold and his eyes were deep. There was a masculine air on his handsome face. He said in a low voice: Tomorrow you will be my, Nan Zeyu's, wife. You will be nervous, but your husband is here.
Song Yuyan's eyes were filled with watery mist. Her eyes were filled with moisture, and she looked at the man with her bright eyes. The man raised his hand and touched her eyes. He closed his eyes, held her face, kissed the corner of her eyes with his thin lips, and whispered: "Don't cry, little thing. Your husband will take care of everything." He opened his eyes and looked at her steadily.
Song Yuyan looked into his eyes, pursed her lips and nodded, saying: "Okay, husband, I won't cry." She sniffed and held back her tears. Nan Zeyu stood up and let her lie on the bed. He went downstairs to check on dinner. Song Yuyan nodded obediently. He stood up from the bed, turned around, and walked out of the bedroom with long legs.
Song Yuyan lay down on the bed. Tomorrow she would be a wife. She raised her wrist to check the time. It was past six o'clock. At the wedding banquet tomorrow, she would no longer be a girl, but a wife, Nan Zeyu's legal wife. She closed her eyes, and somehow, the tears in her eyes slowly flowed down and slid onto the pillow.
Finally, Song Yuyan opened her eyes. She saw herself leaning against the head of the bed, the man sitting on the bed, and two people's plates were placed on the bed. Song Yuyan wanted to reach out her hand, but Nan Zeyu held her hand. He looked at her with a loving smile, his eyes full of tears, and said affectionately: "Be good, husband will feed you, don't move, just sit there."
Song Yuyan stared at him blankly with her crystal-like eyes. Her eyebrows were curved, and she smiled softly, saying: "Good husband, I won't move. Whatever you say is what I want to do." The man smiled lovingly. She opened her mouth, and he patiently, seriously and gently fed her. Song Yuyan smiled and asked him: "Honey, what's for dinner tonight?"
The man lowered his eyes to look at the plate, then looked up at Song Yuyan's eyes that were curved like the moon. He opened his thin lips slightly and said in a sexy voice: "Carrot, black fungus, minced meat, crystal eggs, sweet and sour pork strips." Song Yuyan's face fell, and she pouted: "What? All vegetarian? Husband."
Nan Zeyu smiled softly, his cold black eyes looked at her pouting face, and comforted her softly: Little thing, don't be like this, just one night, for what beautiful wedding dress to wear tomorrow, okay, wife. Song Yuyan thought of the wedding dress, she bit her lip and said: Okay, husband, I'll be obedient.
The man continued to feed her. Song Yuyan chewed the crystal egg in her mouth and said incoherently: "No, no, it's delicious. Then, husband, what is your meal?" Song Yuyan looked at him with a pair of transparent and watery eyes. He paused while feeding her and looked down.
Looking up at Song Yuyan, he smiled calmly and said: Mine is boiled pork slices, egg stewed broccoli, and papaya steamed pork belly slices. Song Yuyan opened her mouth and he was stunned. Her pupils widened and she blinked and said: It's almost the same as my dishes? Husband, it seems that you can't escape it either? President Nan.
Nan Zeyu smiled and raised his hand to touch his nose. Then let's eat vegetarian food with your husband. In preparation for tomorrow's wedding banquet, Song Yuyan ate her meal seriously. She lowered her head and he fed her a bite. She chewed it seriously and didn't ask any more questions. She finished her dinner on the bed in a short while.
After a while, Song Yuyan digested it for a while, Nan Zeyu picked her up from the bed, carried her to the bathroom and put her in the bathtub. Song Yuyan looked up at the tall and straight man, her eyes brightened slightly, and she said with her peach blossom eyes: Go ahead, you go take a shower first, husband, I'll wait for you.
She came down with a white face, moist red lips, sweet eyebrows, and a smile as sweet as candy. The man raised his hand and gently stroked the top of her head. He smiled lovingly and said, "Okay, little thing, I'll be there in a while, wait for me." Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and nodded.
Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. She heard the sound of water running from the shower head. Her face flushed. She turned her head and saw the man's back was white, wide and deep, with beautiful cleavage, thin back muscles and even lines. She looked down and saw his long legs, which made her blush. She hurriedly looked away and her face felt hot.
Song Yuyan turned her head and lay in the bathtub. After a while, the man said in a low voice: "I'll help you take a bath, honey, just close your eyes. I'm not wearing any clothes because it's inconvenient." Song Yuyan's face became even hotter, her heart was beating wildly, and she bit her lip and said: "Okay, honey, I'll close my eyes."
She quickly closed her eyes, and soon, Song Yuyan felt the man's big hand applying shower gel to her. The shower gel with the sweet scent of strawberry was applied on her body, and the sweet fragrance of strawberry lingered in her nostrils. Song Yuyan took a deep breath, and Nan Ze glanced at her, and he curled his lips and smiled.
The man's hands were gentle as he wiped her. Song Yuyan's breathing held and she didn't dare to open her eyes. This was the most sober she had ever been. He helped her take a bath, and she did whatever Nan Zeyu asked her to do, as obedient as a kitten.
The warm water was applied on her skin, steaming. She turned her head away, not knowing how long he had been washing her, until Nan Zeyu said sexily: "Okay, wife, I'm done washing you." Song Yuyan slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting on the washbasin. The man was wearing a bathrobe with his collar half open. Song Yuyan glanced at him and her ears turned red.