She became addicted after marriage, and Mrs. Jiang was so spoiled that the corners of her eyes turne

in the afternoon.

Nan Yuheng had just walked away for a while when Nan Shiyu's voice calling "sister-in-law" came from outside the hall.

Cheng Nian'an stopped walking upstairs.

He turned around immediately and walked towards the door.

Two best friends were sitting on the sofa in the hall, each holding a pillow in their arms.

Nan Shiyu suppressed the gossip in her eyes, restrained her eyes, and looked her sister-in-law up and down.

Finally, his eyes fell on her lips that were not completely swollen.

Nan Shiyu coughed lightly.

Ask about getting the certificate first.

"Sister-in-law, you got this certificate in a hurry."

Hearing the word 'sister-in-law', Cheng Nianan looked at her and spoke helplessly.

"If I said that your best friend was forced to do so, would you believe it?"

Nan Shiyu: "I really believe it."

"But how did you provoke him? This certificate was beyond everyone's expectations."

Cheng Nian'an briefly talked about her experience abroad and the causes and consequences of obtaining the certificate. After finishing everything, she sighed quietly and said the last sentence in a flustered manner:

"You know the rest."

After listening, Nan Shiyu moved to Cheng Nian'an with a pillow in her arms. There was a tiny light in her eyes. She lowered her voice and asked teasingly:

"Sister-in-law, now that you have experienced it yourself, let's talk about it. How do you feel?"

Cheng Nian'an didn't react for a moment.

"Huh? How do you feel?"

Nan Shiyu reminded her: "Just before, when my husband first returned to China, didn't you say that you could discuss this kind of thing with me when you get a boyfriend?"

"Now I not only have a boyfriend, but I also have a husband. Come on, come on, let's talk."

Cheng Nian'an finally remembered this incident.

With my traitorous best friend, I came here in such a hurry just to ask this?

Under her urging eyes, Cheng Nian'an leaned back on the sofa, endured the pain in his waist, and gave a few words:

"The feeling of wanting to die."

—

Chairman Cheng Shaohui, who has always envied Nan Chunian and always thought about throwing the company out and becoming a hands-off shopkeeper himself, couldn't wait to make the idea of ​​'retirement' the day after welcoming his son-in-law.

Nan's headquarters.

Nan Yuheng just came back from the conference room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his father-in-law waiting in the president's office.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Nan Yuheng's "Dad" was so natural.

Of course, the person involved, Cheng Shaohui, felt even more relieved to hear this.

The son-in-law and the father-in-law sat together and chatted happily. After chatting for a while, Cheng Shaohui changed the topic to business.

"Yuheng, dad has always admired your abilities. Nian'an has a lazy temperament. She doesn't care about the company's affairs as much as she can."

"As for my only daughter, my father has pampered her for so many years and is not willing to push her too hard. You and Nian An are married. From now on, Cheng's company will rely more on you."

They are all smart people and they have a lot to say, so they don’t need to be too straightforward.

As soon as Cheng Shaohui finished speaking, Nan Yuheng made a serious promise:

"Dad, this is my duty, and it's what I should do."

"Dad has worked hard these years running the company by himself. From now on, I will be responsible for the affairs of the Cheng Group. Just like my dad, you usually drink tea, go for a walk, and enjoy life."

The words of his son-in-law really spoke to Cheng Shaohui's heart.

For so many years, he thought day and night about having someone to help him share the annoying things in the company so that he could retire as he wished.

Now this wish has finally come true.

Although he was excited, Cheng Shaohui could suppress his excitement for a while, and even asked thoughtfully:

"Nan's and Cheng's companies have a lot of projects combined. Can they handle it?"

Nan Yuheng smiled and replied:

"Of course, dad, don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Shaohui felt relieved instantly.

There was an undisguised relaxed smile on his face, "I will give the order later. From now on, all matters of the Cheng Group, large and small, will be decided by the virtuous son-in-law."

After settling a major matter on their minds, Cheng Shaohui and Nan Yuheng exchanged a few words of farewell before leaving the company in a relaxed and happy mood.

—

Come out of Nan's headquarters.

On the way home, an old father who had officially 'retired' from the company made a special call to his daughter.

After listening, Cheng Nianan asked with difficulty:

"...Dad, do you have to dump the blame so quickly?"

She and Nan Yuheng had just received a certificate at best and hadn't even held a wedding. So her old father was in a hurry to throw the company out?

Cheng Shaohui: "I'm telling you, daughter, you have to enjoy happiness as early as possible. Dad has worked hard in the company for half his life, and finally he is looking forward to the company's heir. Am I stupid if I don't give the company away quickly?"

Cheng Nian'an's mood at the moment was extremely complicated.

This father who specializes in cheating his daughter!

She thought deeply about how Jiang Jingyu treated her best friend at night when he was managing several companies by himself some time ago.

A certain woman rubbed her waist and hung up the phone without tears.

—

When Nan Yuheng came back, Cheng Nianan was thinking hard about ways to reduce the number of marital obligations.

In the master bedroom.

Looking at the pile of small umbrellas in the drawer of the bedside table, Cheng Nian'an stared at them with a look of hatred for a long time.

In the end, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I randomly grabbed half of it from the pile, threw it into a black bag, rolled the bag twice, and placed it in the innermost corner of the closet.

Just after finishing, the closet door was not closed, and the door was opened without warning.

Cheng Nian'an was startled.

Instinctively, he used his body to block the closet door that had not been closed in time. A trace of panic flashed through his eyes. He pretended to be calm and looked at Nan Yuheng, "You're back so early?"

Nan Yuheng glanced at his watch. It was five o'clock. Is it still early?

Raising his eyes, he glanced at the wardrobe behind her without leaving any trace, his eyes deepening.

"good."

"What is Nian Nian doing?" As he said that, he walked over.

Cheng Nian'an's heartbeat quickened.

The hand behind his back instinctively closed the door behind him and said with a straight face: "Looking for clothes."

Empty-handed and looking for clothes?

"Finished?" he asked.

Cheng Nian'an avoided his dark gaze and nodded.

The next moment, she was about to leave.

Nan Yuheng suddenly raised his hand.

A big hand fell on her waist, pushed her back, and pressed her against the wardrobe.

Even though they were already married, the moment the two of them came into physical contact, all the cells in Cheng Nianan's body still tensed involuntarily.

His other hand slid along her wrist and into her palm.

The fingertips tickled the palm of her hand.

Half-smiling but not smiling: "Where are the clothes you are looking for?"

Cheng Nian'an was afraid that he would open the closet and see the small umbrellas she had thrown in.

Therefore, after he pressed her against the closet, she subconsciously pressed her waist against the door behind her.

"...I haven't found anything I like." Her voice was dry.

"Is it?"

Nan Yuheng raised her chin and looked at her expression, not knowing whether it was intentional or not:

"Why are you nervous?"

"Who, who is nervous?"

Nan Yuheng laughed.

Your guilty conscience is clearly displayed on your face, aren't you nervous?

When she struggled to push him, Nan Yuheng lowered his head in time and pressed her lips.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was deliberately teasing.

It seemed like he was diverting her attention.

Cheng Nian'an was forced to raise his head and close his eyes tightly.

The eyelashes trembled unconsciously.

A few seconds later, the hand holding her waist moved to the back of her waist and patted it gently.

"Don't tense up."

"Softer."