C21

"No, I'm not the one you want to marry at all."

Zi Yan did not dare to look at Zhuo WeiTing. She tightly hugged her arms, trying to block out that embarrassing spring light.

"Song Ziyan, listen carefully, I will only say this once, since you have married into our Zhuo Family, you will be a member of our Zhuo Family from now on. If you bring it up again in the future, let's see how I will fix you."

Zhuo Wei Ting said with a dark expression.

"Can I stay here forever?"

Zi Yan couldn't believe it, but she still had a small wish. If possible, she hoped that Ah Ma could move over too. The Song Family had so many servants, it wouldn't be a big deal to raise one more person.

"I don't like to hear the same thing a second time."

He was not angering Zi Yan, he was angering himself.

He was angry at himself for not letting her leave for the past two nights. He actually felt sorry for her.

Facing this slightly angry listening, Zi Yan did not refuse. She knew he was a good person and she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

Zi Yan pouted a little shyly as she tried to welcome Zhuo Wei Ting.

It seemed that her little wife wasn't as foolish as he thought. A faint smile appeared in his eyes. It seemed that he would have another job in the future, and that was to educate his little wife.

He held her against the tub, letting her feel him.

Zi Yan's face immediately turned red. After going through the affairs of a man and a woman, she did not know what Zhuo Weitang meant by that. Furthermore, there was nothing on his body, so even if she wanted to misunderstand it, she would not be able to find an excuse.

"You are trying to tempt me. Yan'er, do you like being with me?"

Zhuo Weitang's gaze was fixed on his face, which was filled with joy and shyness. Although he really wanted to take her now, he was afraid of scaring her.

Zi Yan nodded, deeply moved by Zhuo WeiTing's name.

No one had ever called her so gently before. His calling made her feel that she wasn't superfluous.

"Do you like it or not?"

Zhuo Wei Ting definitely wouldn't let her go. It couldn't be that she was willing to speak, so of course she had to say it out loud.

"I like it."

Zi Yan's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She was afraid that Zhuo WeiTing would ask again, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The self-control that Zhuo WeiTing was so proud of was shattered by that awkward kiss, and he was no longer able to discuss with her about whether he liked it or not.

"Yan'er, remember, from today onwards, you will only belong to me, Zhuo Wei Ting. You are mine, and other than me, no one else is allowed to touch you."

Zhuo Weiting kissed her to the earlobe and whispered in her ear in confusion.

"I'm your wife. In this life, I'll only belong to you."

Zi Yan's misty eyes were a little blurry. Her right hand lovingly stroked Zhuo WeiTing's face. She felt that the heavens were trying to compensate her, because now she had tasted the taste of happiness.

Zi Yan's mouth was mumbling intoxicating love words. Although Zhuo WeiTing liked to listen to them, he preferred to taste her fragrant lips.

At this moment, there was already a mutual attraction between them.

After they had made love, the two of them bathed once more. After that, Zhuo WeiTing carried Zi Yan back to her bedroom.

"Yan'er, what grade are you in?"

After returning to the bedroom, Zhuo WeiTing took out his arm and let Zi Yan rest on it.

"Next semester I should be in my sophomore year, can I still go to school?"

Hearing Zhuo Weitang ask about her studies, Zi Yan's tone was filled with joy.

"Of course, don't you think that you can just eat and sleep at home and make pigs?"

Although Zhuo Wei Ting's tone was a little strange, Zi Yan could tell that he was teasing her. It was just that he didn't seem to be good at communicating by himself, and everything he said was the same expression.

"If it really is a pig, I will also be a diligent little pig."

After saying this, Zi Yan felt a little embarrassed and buried her head under Zhuo Weitang's armpit.

"Little Pig, I miss you again. What do you think I should do?"

Zhuo Weitang held Zi Yan's hand and told her to follow his chest all the way down …

"You still have to work tomorrow, this way... Would it be too tiring? "

Zi Yan's chest turned red again. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Zhuo WeiTing refused to let go.

Slowly, she moved her fingers boldly.

"Ugh …" Yan Er, I have to say that you are very talented in this aspect. "

When Zi Yan heard this, she did not dare look at Zhuo WeiTing and did not dare to move her hands anymore. She only pressed her head against Zhuo WeiTing's chest.

Feeling the change in her face, Zi Yan's body stiffened and she slightly raised her head. Only then did she realize that there was something different about Zhuo WeiTing's heaving chest.

She timidly tried to test the waters.

"Oh!" "Yan'er, you are …"

Zhuo Wei Ting growled. He really wanted to kill her … Below him, this strange torment made him even more excited.

"Shall we sleep?"

Although it was very easy for her to continue playing, but hearing Zhuo Wei Ting's voice seemed to be very uncomfortable, Zi Yan raised her head and wanted to roll over to the side to sleep quietly.

"Yan'er, you want to run after staining it? "That won't do. For the sake of fairness, it's my turn now."

As Zhuo Weitang said this, he turned around and carried Zi Yan on his body.

The night passed, and the next morning, when Zhuo Wei Ting made a move, Zi Yan woke up.

"Yan'er, how can you seduce me so early in the morning?"

Seeing Zi Yan's shoulder, Zhuo WeiTing mumbled and laid down.

"I didn't."

Seeing Zhuo WeiTing's eyes, Zi Yan hurriedly pulled her blanket over herself.

"Yan'er, wife's rule number one, husband says yes, wife cannot talk back."

Zhuo Wei Ting laughed as he leaned his head into the blanket and rested it on Zi Yan's round and fragrant shoulder.

"So itchy, don't, it really is itchy …"

Zi Yan giggled, pushing him, that way of biting made her entire body go soft, go soft.

"What about here?"

Zhuo Weitang propped up his upper body as he smiled sinisterly.

"Hurry up and get up, otherwise you'll be late for work."

Zi Yan was still not used to this kind of intimacy. Once Zhuo WeiTing became evil, her entire body would turn red and turn hot.

"I'm the CEO, no one would dare to say it even if I'm late."

Zhuo Wei Ting chuckled as he hid under the blanket and started his invasion.

During breakfast, Zhuo Minghui looked at the empty restaurant and actually felt a little disappointed. He thought his son was still angry at Zi Yan and didn't return for the whole night.

"Sister Gui, didn't the young master return last night?"

"No, young master came back last night."

Aunt Gui stared at Zhuo Minghui in confusion.

"Oh, did he leave again this morning without breakfast?"

Zhuo Minghui heard that his son had returned and was slightly pleased. However, no matter how busy he was in the past, his son would always accompany him to eat breakfast.

"No, the young master might not have woken up yet."

After hesitating for a moment, Aunt Gui asked as she looked upstairs.

"Not up yet?"

Zhuo Minghui looked at her in astonishment. Her son's morning was always punctual, only early in the morning. There was no later. How come he still hadn't woken up?

"Dad, good morning."

While Zhuo Minghui was still in shock, a pair of hands came down from the stairs. In a split-second, his chin fell to the ground. He had never even dared to imagine this kind of scene.

It turned out that Zhuo Weitang and Zi Yan had both gone downstairs and acted very intimately towards each other. The two of them were holding hands.

"Dad, it's time to eat. Don't tell me you have senile dementia this early?"

Zhuo Weoting looked at his father, whose mouth was slightly open, and said with a smile.

"Wei, you and Xiao Yan … "You guys …"

"Dad, we're still newlyweds, shouldn't couples do this?"

Zhuo Weitang looked at his father, who looked like a demented old man, and felt a little proud in his heart. So there was something that surprised him in this world. He thought he didn't care about anything.

"It should, it should be like this between husband and wife."

Zhuo Minghui nodded nonstop. He was extremely satisfied with his son and daughter-in-law's obviously good looks.

At this rate, he would soon have a grandson.

"Wei, are you late for work today?"

Seeing that his son was so considerate as to milk Xiao Yan while eating breakfast, Zhuo Minghui purposely reminded him.

"It doesn't matter if I'm late once in a while."

Zhuo Wei Ting rolled his eyes at his father. In the past, he was often late when he was managing the company. This was only his first time, yet he had already started talking about it.

"Hehe, it's alright if you take the day off once in a while. It's fine even if you take a day off."

Zhuo Minghui was laughing so hard that his mouth couldn't close.

Although this time Xiao Yan was a substitute marriage, but at least she was wrong.

"Yup, Yan'er, I'm going to work now. If you feel bored at home, let Old Wang take you out shopping."

After Zhuo Weitang finished his breakfast, he spoke to Zi Yan considerately.

"Yeah, hurry up and go to work."

Zi Yan saw her father-in-law's ambiguous look, and nodded with a red face.

"Little Yan, as a father, I am very pleased to see all of you being so affectionate, thank you."

After his son left, Zhuo Wei Ting and Zi Yan went to the garden to prune the flowers and branches.

"Dad, actually, Wei Wei is very nice. It's just that he looks a bit fierce on the outside."

Speaking of her husband of three days, Zi Yan felt embarrassed.

"That's right, it's rare for you to understand Wei so quickly. You're indeed an intelligent girl. Where did you go to school before? I'll get someone to help you manage the school during the holidays."

"Dad, I used to be in Tainan, I... I want to go to Tainan and see Grandma. "

Hearing her father-in-law's question, Zi Yan asked carefully. She did not dare say that she had brought Ah Ma over, and only hoped to visit her often when she had time.

"It's not a problem in Tainan, it's just that we don't have enough time today. Tomorrow, let Old Wang send us there."

Although he had just taken over the position of CEO of the company, the truth was that the company was managed by Zhuo Weiting, so there was no transition. Everything in the company went on as usual.

This morning, the president was late for work for the first time, and an hour late, because of his prior love affair and the traffic jam on the road.

By the time Zhuo WeiTing arrived at the company, it was already past 9. There was a meeting at 9: 30.

He got his assistant to take a look at the conference materials before entering the meeting room.

Today, the meeting was attended by a foreign company, and the Chinese representative happened to be a classmate of Zhuo Weiting in the United States.

When Zhuo Wei Ting entered the meeting room, no one paid much attention to him. Only when that old classmate of Zhuo Wei Ting kept staring at his neck and even snickering did everyone look at their Boss Zhuo.

Normally, no one would have the guts to do so. Zhuo WeiTing was known for his cold attitude, and his temper was not very good.

This time, he didn't even take a break from his wedding. Just think about it, who would have the guts to offend Boss Zhuo?

"Comrade Liu Lei, can I trouble you to be more serious?"

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Zhuo WeiTing could not help but scold the main culprit.

He knew what everyone was looking at. Yan'er had been too daring this morning, and had bitten off a lot of red marks on his neck. Although the collar of his shirt was very high, a few of them still ran outside.

"OK, get back to business."

Liu Lei couldn't help but smile and nod his head. At 11 o'clock, all of their plans for cooperation were finally concluded.

"Young master Thunder, your battle last night was very intense. It seems like your new wife is very tempting."

Before the company's management even left, Liu Lei already patted Zhuo WeiTing's shoulder and said ambiguously.

When the company's executives heard about the CEO's new wife, they all slowed down, as if they were waiting for a follow-up.