Chapter 152: Is It With You, Or Is It With Me?

In just a few days, Haicheng has experienced the arrest of Chi Zecheng and his party, the dissolution of old grievances between Meng Jinche and the Chi family, and the return of Huayue Technology.

On the other hand, Nan Yuheng and Cheng Nian'an's honeymoon period has slowly passed for nine days.

Tonight is the last night of a week when Cheng Nianan proposed to split the bed.

After returning from the Ferris wheel, Cheng Nianan went into the presidential suite and rested on the bed.

After more than half an hour, she eased her strength a little before she put down her phone and took her clothes to the bathroom to wash.

When she came out again, she found Nan Yuheng still sitting on the edge of the bed. š“œ.šŸ……š™¤š™™š™šŸ…†.šŸ„²š“žšŸ„¼

Cheng Nian put together the pajamas on his body and looked up at the current time.

"It's late and you don't go to bed?" She asked.

In the past few days, Nan Yuheng has kept in mind the appointment of the week in her mouth, and every time she consciously goes to sleep in another bed at night, like today, it is the first time that it is more than eleven o'clock at night, and she still does not leave by her side.

He looked away from the tablet.

looked at her, "Don't worry, I'll leave later." ā€

Cheng Nian'an"? ā€

She walked over, brushed her hair with her fingers, and asked casually

"Anything else?"

Nan Yuheng paused for two seconds and nodded.

"It's a little bit."

Seeing that he was not leaving, she turned and went in the direction of the dresser.

Apply hand cream to your hands.

"What's the matter?"

Nan Yuheng: "I've been staying here for many days, why don't you start the day after tomorrow and I'll take you to the island for a few days?" ā€

Before the honeymoon, I said yes, I will visit the major attractions in the early stage, and go to the private island in the later stage.

Cheng Nianan remembered the plan at that time, and after he asked, she nodded.

"Okay, just, why the day after tomorrow?"

You can leave tomorrow.

There's nothing else to do in the city anyway.

Nan Yuheng hooked her lips and smiled.

"If you leave tomorrow, the time is a little rushed, and the day after tomorrow there is plenty of time to leave."

Cheng Nian'an"? ā€

Is there anything else to do?

She didn't think about it, she went around outside for a day today, and she didn't bother to think about it again.

Just thinking about sending the big Buddha away quickly, she lay on the bed and slept comfortably.

It's just that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

The more she wanted Nan Yuheng to leave quickly, the more he wouldn't go.

Instead, it dragged on and on, until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The moment the hands on the watch crossed twelve, the man who had been sitting on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up.

Cheng Nianan thought that he was finally going back to his room to sleep, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he stood up.

Before she could take two steps, she saw him take out a few small umbrellas from his pocket, and she stopped in her footsteps.

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Cheng Nian'an stared at the small umbrella in his hand vigilantly, and no longer walked half a step towards him.

"What are you doing with it in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." His tone was understated.

ā€œļ¼Ÿā€ Cheng Nian'an's face was complicated: "Now? ā€

Nan Yuheng nodded.

She narrowed her eyes in astonishment, remembering the date of the first day of separation.

"Didn't you say okay, seven days?"

Nan Yuheng walked over, grabbed her waist, and took the person into his arms.

He smiled in his eyes, "yes, seven days." ā€

He pointed to her watch, "But it's past twelve o'clock, and it's the eighth day." ā€

"So-"

There was something else in his voice, and his fingertips twisted the back of her neck, "Wife, your one-week deadline has passed." ā€

Cheng Nian'an"!! ā€

Can it still be counted like that?

He waited in her room for an hour or two, just to wait for a new day to pass at 12 o'clock?

Seeing that she was speechless to refute, Nan Yuheng stuffed a small umbrella into her palm and deliberately teased her to ask

"Pick a room."

"Is it with you, or with me?"

Cheng Nian'an stared at the umbrella in his palm like a hot potato, his eyes trembling.

"I—I'm a little tired, or tomorrow?"

After waiting for seven days for the honeymoon period, how could Nan Yuheng let her go again.

"You don't need to contribute, tomorrow is tomorrow, and now is now."

"Niannian, choose a room."

Seeing that this trick didn't work, Cheng Nianan gave up struggling and raised his hand to point to the bed behind him.

"Don't toss, just be here."

At noon the next day, when Cheng Nianan woke up as if he had fallen apart, he finally understood why Nan Yuheng said yesterday that he would go to the private island the next day.

With his tossing strength last night, no need to ask, she must not have the strength to move the ground today.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Nan Yuheng sat on the sofa and listened to Qin Yan's report on the company's recent situation as usual, and Cheng Nianan lay on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, staring at him resentfully.

Her eyes were too obvious for Nan Yuheng to ignore if she wanted to.

Soon, he hung up Qin Yan's phone.

Walking this way with long legs.

"See what?" He stood beside the bed, touched her head with interest, and hid a smile in his words, "My family is not full of longing?" ā€

Cheng Nianan slapped his hand away angrily.

He rolled over and moved in.

Nan Yuheng watched her movements and said excessively, "If you're hungry, my wife will say it." ā€

Cheng Nianan couldn't help but throw him with a pillow