inspire-indiana Chapter 311 As long as Yanyan wants it, her husband will give it to her
Chapter 311 As long as Yanyan wants it, her husband will give it to her
It was past ten o'clock in the afternoon when Song Yuyan woke up. She moved her eyebrows, opened her eyes, sat up, and turned her head to see that she was the only one in the bedroom. Where was Nan Zeyu? She got out of bed, put on her slippers, and slowly walked to the door. She opened the door, her eyes half-closed, as if she had not yet fully woken up.
She walked towards the stairs in a daze, and slowly walked down the stairs with half-closed eyes. When Song Yuyan walked down the stairs, she turned her head and saw two people sitting at the dining table. Song Yuyan stepped down the stairs and walked towards the dining room.
Nan Zeyu's dark eyes turned, and when he saw Song Yuyan coming over, he stood up. She walked to the dining table, pulled out the dining chair, and sat down. Song Yuyan's curly hair was still a little messy, and she was wearing flesh-pink rainbow-striped pajamas. Her eyes were half-closed. Nan Zeyu looked at her and smiled dotingly, saying...Little lazy bug, are you still not awake? Look, your eyes are not even open yet.
Song Yuyan turned her head to look at the man sitting opposite her. She was stunned for a moment, then yawned slightly. Then, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Nan Zeyu smiling at her gently. She seemed to wake up, and she quickly opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
Then she looked at the dining table, which was filled with fresh meat dumplings, strawberry milkshakes, oatmeal porridge, egg pancakes, vegetable porridge, and a small pot of crystal meat powder. Song Yuyan stared at it with her eyes wide open. She raised her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu who was sitting opposite her. She was stunned and said... Are these... all the breakfasts you made? Husband
Nan Zeyu curled his lips and smiled faintly. His black eyes, as deep as an ancient pond, looked closely at Song Yuyan. He raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were gentle, and he said gently… Of course, Yanyan, this was all made by your husband. Do you think it’s not enough? I’ll make you a sandwich. Do you want one?
As he was about to get up, Song Yuyan subconsciously said in a hurried voice: No, no, no, that's enough, really. Nan Zeyu nodded. He didn't see any vegetables when he opened the refrigerator. Then, at around eight o'clock, Nan Zeyu ordered fresh vegetables from Meituan. As for the strawberry milkshake, he saw it in the compartment of the refrigerator.
Song Yuyan wolfed down the breakfast prepared by Nan Zeyu. She held a strawberry in her left hand and grabbed three meat dumplings with her right hand. She stuffed a bite into them and then ate them with strawberry milkshake.
Fang Manli frowned slightly, but when she heard her daughter calling her son-in-law Nan "husband", she was stunned. After a moment, she smiled happily and said: Come on, you must be hungry, Xiaoyan, eat more quickly.
Fang Manli stood up, leaned forward, picked up the chopsticks, picked up another piece of meat for her daughter and put it in her bowl. Song Yuyan lowered her head and ate by herself without even raising her eyelids to look at her mother.
She has been confused by the fragrance, okay? Song Yuyan's cheeks were bulging from eating. Nan Zeyu looked at her softly with his dark eyes and said in a low voice: Dear, Yanyan, eat slowly, it's all yours. Song Yuyan raised her eyes, her watery eyes were stunned, her eyebrows curved, and she swallowed three fresh meat dumplings in one breath. She smiled and said: Okay, husband, I know.
Her voice was sweet and soft, and Nan Zeyu felt warm in his heart. Hearing his little wife say this early in the morning, he felt that it was worth it to be tired. Fang Manli drank a sip of blueberry milk, and she looked at her daughter with her beautiful eyes, and said in a gentle voice: Xiaoyan, be good, eat slowly, don't choke.
After finishing breakfast, Song Yuyan turned and walked towards the bathroom. She quickly washed up and walked out of the bathroom. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at Song Yuyan who was walking from the dining room. He said with a warm smile: Come quickly, Yanyan, I have something to tell you, come here quickly.
Song Yuyan walked over quickly and was about to sit on the sofa when the doorbell rang. Nan Zeyu quickly stood up, took her wrist and walked to the entrance. He opened the door and saw Bai Xun and two or three strangers outside.
Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu with a sidelong glance. Nan Ze glanced at his little wife with a gentle look. She said blankly: "Husband, this... Bai Xun is also at the door, what's going on? What did you do?" She opened her eyes wide and looked at the man who was looking at her.
Nan Zeyu said nothing. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside. He looked at the door with his dark eyes and ordered with a cold face: Bai Xun, let everyone from the Furniture City come in. Bai Xun turned around, looked at the people from the Furniture City, and said calmly: You all go in and obey the president's orders first, then start.
Song Yuyan looked at Bai Xun who came in from the door with a confused look on her face, as well as several employees of the furniture city in blue and white. Her wrist was held by Nan Zeyu, and she looked at the handsome profile of the man with slanted eyes. She opened her eyes wide and asked in a daze: "No, husband, what's going on? Who are these people?"
Nan Zeyu smiled mysteriously at her, blinked his black eyes, and said with a smile: "Be good, Yanyan, stand downstairs first. When everything is ready, I'll let you go upstairs." Song Yuyan blinked in a daze and looked at Nan Zeyu who was pretending to be mysterious with her sparkling eyes. She nodded.
Song Yuyan sat down obediently on the sofa. Nan Zeyu bent down and kissed her on the forehead. He straightened up and turned around. Then, Assistant Bai Xun, Nan Zeyu, and the people from the furniture city he mentioned went upstairs together.
Upstairs, in Song Yuyan's bedroom, Nan Zeyu opened the door. He turned around and looked at the three people from the Furniture City. His face darkened. His dark eyes looked at the three people coldly and he said coldly: I'll give you one day. Now, it's... He paused and raised his wrist to check the time on his watch.
Then, he looked at the three people in front of him with his cold black eyes, and said in a calm voice: It is now 10:53, and we must finish at 7:30 in the evening, and then, we must completely tidy up the cloakroom. Can you do it? The three people in the furniture city were stunned, and they looked at each other, looking at the tall man with a strong and oppressive aura, cold and icy.
He smiled with an embarrassed look on his face and said: Hahaha, President Nan, this is difficult, isn't it? At least we have to finish it tomorrow, today is difficult, isn't it? President Nan. The three people in the furniture city also knew who the man standing in front of him was. He was Nan Zeyu, the rich president of Ancheng, who was extremely powerful and few people dared to look at him.
Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes looked at the three people fiercely. His black eyes emitted a cold light of ice. The three people's legs softened, their faces turned cold, and their voices trembled: "Okay, okay, President Nan, how about this, by ten o'clock tonight at the latest, okay? Finish before ten o'clock."
Nan Zeyu nodded, and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. They were not afraid of anything, but they were afraid of Nan Zeyu himself. He was powerful and his aura was oppressive. They had to finish the work as soon as possible, right? After saying that, Nan Zeyu stepped aside and made way.
The three of them cleaned up the things in the bedroom as quickly as possible. Nan Zeyu and Bai Xun were responsible for taking out the clothes, quilts, pillows, and other things from the bedroom. At around ten o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yuyan's bedroom was cleaned up. The three people from the furniture city made a phone call, and after a while, the doorbell rang again.
Song Yuyan was about to get up and walk to the door to open it, when Nan Zeyu and Bai Xun ran downstairs. She turned around and looked over, stunned: "What are you doing? Husband, who is that person outside the door? Why didn't you tell me?" She stared at Nan Zeyu who was running over quickly. Nan Zeyu glanced at her and smiled softly.
Song Yuyan frowned and looked at him in confusion. What on earth was he hiding from her? He didn't tell her. Was he trying to drive her crazy? The door opened and a few more people came in. They pushed some cabinets like the ones in the cloakroom into the house. Song Yuyan was stunned.
She walked over quickly, grabbed his ears from behind, and lifted his ears. Nan Zeyu grinned slightly, with his head tilted. Song Yuyan grabbed his ears and walked to the side. She pulled hard, and Nan Zeyu felt pain. He frowned and said in a cold voice: Yanyan, what are you doing? Let go and I tell you, let go!
Song Yuyan let go of his ear, and he raised his hand to rub his right ear, his dark eyes glaring at her coldly. She scolded him: "Hurry up and tell me what you are hiding from me, Nan Zeyu, will you tell me?" She glared at him fiercely.
Her voice was filled with anger, and her little face turned red. Nan Zeyu was not angry either. He raised his hand and touched her little head. She snorted angrily and said, "Hmph! Don't touch me. If you don't tell me today, I will drive you out and not let you enter my house, Nan Zeyu." She puffed up her little face in anger, turned her head, hugged her chest, and didn't look at him.
Nan Zeyu knew what kind of temperament his little wife had. He sighed softly and said softly: "Good girl, Yanyan, don't be angry. Have you forgotten? Didn't you say yesterday that there is no cloakroom in your bedroom? Your husband will make a cloakroom for your bedroom today."
Song Yuyan turned her head quickly, looking at Nan Zeyu with a faint smile in disbelief. She said in a daze: "Ah? Is this...really?" "Husband, in the cloakroom." Nan Zeyu nodded, and she hugged him in her arms. Her two small hands tightly hugged his shoulders, and Nan Zeyu put his arm around her waist.
Bai Xun looked over, frowned and said: My God, what's wrong with the president... But he still walked over quickly, Nan Zeyu raised his eyes slightly, his dark eyes sank, and said coldly: What's the matter? Bai Xun. Song Yuyan quickly broke away from him, pushed him away, and lowered her head with a blush.
His other hand went around and held her hand tightly. Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. Nan Zeyu was caught by the assistant. She was almost embarrassed, okay? Bai Xun didn't dare to speak. He bent down and lowered his head, but his voice trembled as he said, "President, this furniture store is the best furniture store in Ancheng. Do I need to go up and supervise it? Or should I...President...
It's over, I'm sorry to bother the president. Bai Xun's legs were weak with fear. Nan Zeyu glared at Bai Xun, his eyes were cold and his voice was deep and cold: Go, go up to the bedroom and supervise them, the cloakroom needs to be bigger, as for the rest, Bai Xun, you should know, tell them that money is not a problem, you have to build me the most princess-like cloakroom.
Bai Xun then bowed and said in a low voice: "Okay, President, I'll go right away." After that, Bai Xun walked back, then turned around and walked towards the stairs. Song Yuyan slowly raised her head, raised her hand and slapped his shoulder, her face was gloomy, her watery eyes darkened, and she said coldly: "Why don't you say it? Bad husband, what did I think you were doing?"
Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and smiled dotingly, gently lifting her chin. She was forced to raise her head, staring at him with her watery eyes. She pouted and said: I'm angry, really angry, you hid it from me, why didn't you tell me, as she spoke, her watery eyes gleamed coldly at him, Nan Zeyu looked at her with amusement.
His little wife is so cute even when she is angry. Look at her rosy little face. Nan Zeyu is almost driven to death by her cuteness. He raised his other hands and rubbed her head. His black eyes were soft as water. He looked at her rosy little face and said gently: Don't be angry anymore. It was my fault for your husband to hide it from you. Please don't be angry, okay?
He coaxed her and she stared at him. Song Yuyan was still looking forward to the cloakroom he mentioned, because she had only seen the legendary cloakroom in her bedroom in the old house of the Nan family. It was big, long and wide. For a small family like hers, she didn't know what it would look like to have a cloakroom.
In the bedroom, the furniture city staff were building the wall. One person was responsible for pushing the bed away, one was responsible for pushing the sofa away, and another was responsible for measuring the area of the bedroom with a ruler. Bai Xun stood outside the bedroom door, his eyes fixed on the inside, staring intently.
A moment later, in Song Yuyan's bedroom, which was a small space to the left of the sofa, the two men pushed open the wall. A deafening sound of wall-banging was heard from the bedroom. The hammer smashed the wall of the small space bit by bit, knocked it off, and exploded it.
After a while, the wall of this space was almost hammered into shape, and several people increased their strength and hammered inwards. Soon, the wall was completely hammered open, and a man walked in from outside the bedroom with a ruler in his hand. The two men stepped aside to let the man measure the area.
After measuring the area, he turned around and looked at the two people who were sweating heavily. He said calmly: The area here is still a little short, hammer it in a little more, and then, start! The two looked at each other, then nodded. The person who measured the area walked out with a ruler, and the two came back. They changed their tools. It was not a hammer, but an iron hammer, a sharp iron hammer, weighing about five pounds.
Then, there was another heart-wrenching wall-pounding sound from the bedroom. It lasted until almost one o'clock in the afternoon. The two men stopped, and Bai Xun walked in. Looking at them, he said gently: "You two have worked hard. I'll order takeout for you. The work must be completed before ten o'clock tonight. Money is not a problem. Our president said so."