freenovelworld Chapter 423 Yanyan, whatever you want, your husband will do whatever you want
Chapter 423 Yanyan, whatever you want, your husband will do whatever you want
When Nan Zeyu woke up, he saw the crystal chandelier in the bedroom. His handsome black eyes turned and saw Song Yuyan standing on his right. His black eyes slowly widened and he sat up from the bed. Song Yuyan walked forward a few steps and came to the head of the bed. She squatted down, her watery eyes filled with tears, crystal clear and rolling. She pursed her lips and said: Husband, husband, husband, you finally woke up. You woke up only after I called Doctor Jiang over. It's all my fault.
Song Yuyan's snow-white face was stained with tears. His black eyes shrank, and he lowered his calm eyes, looking at Song Yuyan squatting under him. A gentle smile appeared on his handsome eyebrows, and his calm black eyes were as soft as water. His thin lips moved slightly and said: "Silly Yanyan, why did you call Doctor Jiang over? Where is Doctor Jiang?" He raised his eyes and glanced to the left, then turned to look at the pitiful Song Yuyan.
She opened her watery eyes wide and looked at his handsome face. Her gaze was soft, and her little face was cold and pale. Her brows relaxed, and she blinked her tearful eyes. She chuckled and said: "Look at how loud you speak, it's obvious that you're fine. Doctor Jiang just left, and the ten-level contractions caused you some minor injuries. So, you don't have to work for the next few days and have a good rest. He gave you a soothing injection in your neck. How do you feel now?"
Nan Zeyu was slightly stunned, his dark eyes met Song Yuyan's sweet and soft eyes. His eyes were cold and he smiled softly, saying: I'm much better. Just now my legs, arms and neck were hurting a lot, but now it doesn't hurt much. What time is it now, wife?
Song Yuyan bit her red lips, she lowered her head to look at her watch, raised her eyes to look into his deep black eyes, she said with a sweet smile: It's past seven in the evening, are you hungry? Grandpa, grandma and mom are all downstairs. We just sent Doctor Jiang out of the bedroom. Husband, are you really okay now?
Nan Zeyu was a little amused. He raised his eyebrows, looked down with his dark eyes, and glanced at her with a deep gaze. Her clear and transparent eyes were stained with a sweet smile, and her red lips curved up, and she said sweetly: "Are you really okay? Husband, um, really?" He looked at her with a doting smile.
Song Yuyan's snow-white face, red lips and her sweet eyes made his mouth dry. His dark eyes darkened. The man looked at her little face with dark eyes. Song Yuyan's little face was stunned and her watery pupils shrank. Nan Zeyu lifted the quilt and patted the bed. His eyes were ambiguous, his thin lips slightly curled, and he said sexily: Come on, come up, wife.
Song Yuyan's face flushed, her earlobes were pink, and her watery eyes seemed to contain ripples of water, flashing with sparkling water light. She stared at his handsome face with wide eyes in a daze. She bit her red lips lightly. Nan Zeyu looked at her deeply, and their eyes met. He smiled ambiguously, dotingly and wantonly, and she didn't understand, felt ashamed and annoyed, and was stunned and speechless.
The bedroom fell into silence, Song Yuyan's pupils moved slightly, she smiled sweetly, and after a moment of silence, she moved her red lips and said: Okay, husband, it's my fault today, so you can do whatever you want to me, and my belly hasn't bulged yet, her little face became even redder, like a peach blossom.
Nan Zeyu's dark eyes deepened, his throat rolled, and his dark eyes were full of heat. He said hoarsely: This is what you said, Song Yuyan, go close the bedroom door, and then get on the bed for me, wife. Song Yuyan looked at him shyly with her little face, she supported herself on the edge of the bed with her arms, stood up, turned around, walked to the bedroom door, closed the door, and locked it.
Song Yuyan obediently walked to the bed. The man's black eyes were so hot that they seemed to burn his eyes. His throat kept rolling. Song Yuyan walked over, lifted her icy calves, and got on the bed. Nan Zeyujin pulled open the quilt, and she boldly sat on his legs. He covered him with the quilt, and Song Yuyan looked at him with sparkling eyes.
His dark eyes were emitting a fiery flame. Nan Zeyu narrowed his dark eyes slightly. He suppressed the heat, his chest was panting, he moved his thin lips and said hoarsely: Is it really possible? Wife, you are pregnant, Yanyan I... Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, her watery eyes curved like a round moon, she stretched out her snow-white little finger and placed it on the edge of his sexy thin lips.
Nan Zeyu tried to bear it again and again but could not bear it anymore. Song Yuyan's eyes went dark. He lifted the wall and covered her with the quilt. He held her elbows with both hands, lifted her up and put her on the bed. He quickly turned around, turned over, and pressed Song Yuyan on the bed. Song Yuyan's heart was pounding, her watery eyes widened, and she said with her red lips: Be gentle, husband. Although my belly has not bulged yet, the man has already leaned over and buried his head in her snow-white neck, and his thin lips brushed over her snow-white and delicate skin.
He said in a low voice: I know, my wife, I know my limits, I know. Nan Zeyu's kisses fell densely on her neck and collarbone, and his passionate kisses moved down little by little. Song Yuyan pouted her red lips, which were softened by his kisses. She felt slightly hot in her sleep, and moaned: Husband, husband, Nan Zeyu, you can do whatever you want today.
Her soft and tender moans undoubtedly ignited him. The kiss went lower and lower. Song Yuyan's body felt a little tense. Nan Zeyu's kiss had reached her pink earlobe. He licked her earlobe. Song Yuyan could not help but cry out. Nan Zeyu felt even more uncomfortable. His kiss slowly moved downwards.
Nan Zeyu gently hugged her soft body, his thin lips fell on her red lips. She stretched out her hands to hug his strong waist, responding to his passionate kiss. He pried open her lips and teeth, stirring the sweetness in her mouth. Song Yuyan touched his strong waist, and her small hand moved up to his firm chest. She stroked it, and her hand moved up to touch his Adam's apple. She stopped and dared not touch it anymore.
Nan Zeyu kissed her until she had difficulty breathing, then he let her go and leaned over. Song Yuyan breathed deeply. The quilt was still covering them both, but Nan Zeyu didn't stop kissing her.
After a while, the man's heavy breathing and Song Yuyan's soft moans were heard. On the carpet were the clothes they had taken off and there was a beautiful scene under the quilt. The sound gradually became louder and Song Yuyan's soft breathing became heavier. Nan Zeyu didn't dare to let himself lose control. She was pregnant now and had to be very careful. He did it slowly and gently.
But she really had such a sweet and milky fragrance that Nan Zeyu didn't know how many times he had taken advantage of her. She floated up and down, entered the clouds and sank in the land of tenderness, until her eyelids became sleepy and she slowly closed her eyes. After it was over, Nan Zeyu pulled back the quilt and she was already asleep. Her little face was a charming pink, a charm that was moisturized.
There was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Nan Zeyu got up from the bed. He was shirtless, with his broad back and waist stretched out. His shoulder blades and shoulders were so sexy that it made people's nose bleed. He got off the bed, picked up his suit pants on the carpet, then quickly put them on, buckled his belt, and turned around.
The man has eight-pack abs, a solid chest, a strong waist, a milky white complexion, long legs, a cool aura, tall and handsome, sexy shoulder bones, and tight arms.
With his upper body naked, he turned around, bent down, and gently picked up the exhausted body on the bed. She was extremely tired. When she raised her right wrist, it was already twelve o'clock. He and Song Yuyan had been making love for more than three hours, but this was not enough for him. If he had not been concerned about her pregnancy, he could have stayed with her until the next day.
He carried Song Yuyan into the bathtub and gently put her into it. He bent over, rolled up his trouser legs, and stepped into the bathtub with his long legs. She lay there, exhausted and charming. He stood up, picked up a new bath towel, and gently bathed her. Nan Zeyu looked at her charming little face with a gentle gaze. She was also very enthusiastic just now. He hooked his thin lips. Could it be that a pregnant girl also wants that...
Nan Zeyu wiped her, took a shower, dried her, carried her out of the bathroom again, and put her on the sofa. At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door. He straightened his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the door. He had a cold face and cold black eyes. He opened the bedroom door. Outside the door was the pregnancy nutritionist, holding a plate.
The nutritionist looked at the tall and handsome man. She raised her eyes and met Nan Zeyu's handsome face as cold as ice and his cold dark eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and she bent down and nodded tremblingly: "Well, well, well, the madam cannot not eat. I have prepared a new meal for the maternity lady. Let's eat it first, sir."
Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at the pregnancy nutritionist. His dark eyes calmed down, and he moved his thin lips slightly, and said softly: "Okay, give me the plate, I'll feed her!" The nutritionist bowed quickly, and then carefully handed the plate to Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu leaned over, raised his hand and gently took the plate. He held the plate flat with both hands.
Pregnancy nutritionist, bowed and nodded, "Well, Mr. Well, I'm leaving now. You should go to bed early, too. Good night!" After she finished speaking, she turned and walked away quickly. Nan Zeyu walked into the bedroom with a tray of food. He walked to the side of the coffee table, bent down, and placed on the coffee table, stir-fried beef shreds with broccoli, Australian lobster with garlic sauce, and black-bone chicken with fish belly, a small bowl of cordyceps chicken soup, and sweet sweet potato balls.
Nan Zeyu frowned. Can sweet potatoes be made into meatballs? He walked to the sofa and gently helped Song Yuyan up. He sat on the sofa and reached out to take the plate on the coffee table. Song Yuyan's little face had returned to its snow-white color, and her red lips were even redder, like a blooming rose. The man lowered his eyes to look at her, and gently placed her little head on his chest. She leaned her forehead on his chest and lowered her head slightly.
Nan Zeyu gently fed her the meal for pregnant women. She might be really hungry, so she immediately opened her mouth and waited to be fed. He smiled gently with his black eyes, his gaze soft and doting. She must be very hungry, as she had just spent so much energy. Moreover, she also responded to his enthusiasm. He picked up the spoon, scooped up the food, and then fed it to her mouth.
Seeing her red lips chewing the food slightly, Nan Zeyu's black eyes were soft, and he whispered: I'm sorry, wife, for making you so tired. It's because of you that you provoked me to stir up the fire. I don't know if I hurt you, Song Yuyan, you little ancestor, if it weren't for your pregnancy, your husband would really want you badly.
Her eyebrows moved slightly, and her red lips pursed. The next second, Song Yuyan opened her clear eyes and met Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes. She opened her watery eyes wide, blinked them, and said tiredly: Husband, is it over? Hmm...
Nan Zeyu's dark eyes became darker and darker, like an unfathomable bottomless cold pond. He rolled his throat and said in a low voice: It's over... So, you still want it? His handsome face was calm, his dark eyes stared at her little face, his brows were cold, as if he wanted to see through her.
Song Yuyan avoided his deep black eyes. She didn't dare to look him in the eye. His black eyes were too sharp and he could see through her thoughts with just a glance. Song Yuyan's face turned slightly red, like a cooked duck. She turned her bright eyes and looked up at the crystal chandelier, her butterfly-like long eyelashes trembling.
Nan Zeyu curled his lips helplessly, and he smiled softly: "Okay, okay, I'm not kidding, I know, so I didn't dare to use gravity, but my wife, you are also comfortable, aren't you?" Song Yuyan's face became even hotter, she took a deep breath, put down her head, turned her snow-white face to the side, her ears were already red, she bit her lip and said angrily: "Don't say it, don't say it, Nan Zeyu, you shameless man, I won't pay attention to you."
Her voice was filled with coquettishness. The man smiled with his thin lips and his eyes wide open. His dark eyes were already playful. He bent his handsome face and kissed her lightly on the right cheek. Song Yuyan felt that he had kissed her lightly on the right cheek. She became even more shy. She turned her head and buried her little face in his chest.
Nan Zeyu smiled dotingly, and he said softly: Okay, hurry up, you haven't finished the pregnancy meal yet, the baby can't be hungry, be good, your husband will continue to feed you. Song Yuyan's little hand grasped his collar, she came out of his chest, turned her face, and quickly closed her eyes, but her little face was already red.
After feeding Song Yuyan the pregnant meal, she lay down on the sofa again, and fell asleep again after a while. Nan Zeyu also felt a little hungry, so he turned and walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs to the dining room, where he sat on the dining table and chairs. Standing beside the dining table, he lowered his eyelids, raised his hand to open the golden lid on the dining table, and there was a pot of curry chicken and vegetable rice, boiled beef rolls, corn chicken breast slices, and kelp and pork ribs soup.
His stomach growled subconsciously, so Nan Zeyu picked up the food and started eating. He ate very quickly and finished it in a few bites. After finishing the food, he picked up the soup, tilted his head back and drank it. After finishing the soup, he put down the bowl, turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
The next morning, Nan Zeyu returned to his cold and emotionless self. The cold and noble family man did not go to the company and did not wear a suit. Instead, he wore a dark brown ice silk home suit. The home suit made his slim waist look longer, and the home suit pants made his tall and straight legs look even longer. The home suit was worn loosely on his waist, with the collar open, revealing his delicate milky white neck.