Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1530 Explain clearly,,,

Nan Yifeng was silent for a moment. The brief silence seemed like the calm before a storm, so depressing that it made people breathless.

He slowly raised his head and stared at Nan Weiwei with a sharp gaze, his eyes intertwined with suspicion, disappointment and a subtle worry.

"...Okay, OK, even if what you said is true, Weiwei, I won't ask any more questions. But, you said your phone was lost and your aunt smashed it."

"Yeah..." Nan nodded slightly, "Yeah, what happened? It was really my aunt who smashed it."

"Haha, then I want to ask, if you don't have a mobile phone, how do you call a designated driver? How do you call a designated driver? You can't just shout with your mouth!"

Nan Weiwei,,,,

Just now, the designated driver brought you back. He also specifically told me not to let a girl like you go out alone so late at night. Weiwei, tell me honestly, did you go out drinking alone tonight? I hope you can be honest and don't let me down.

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a bombshell, exploding in Nan Weiwei's heart.

When Nan Weiwei heard Nan Yifeng's question, she panicked instantly. The panic that had been suppressed by alcohol surged like a tide and drowned her in an instant.

Her body trembled uncontrollably and her hands waved wildly in the air as if she was grasping at the last straw.

"Nan Yifeng, it's not like that... I'm really alone. I didn't go out with anyone. I don't believe you went to the bar and lost the surveillance..."

Her voice was crying, sharp and trembling, like a wounded little animal wailing helplessly.

His eyes were full of panic and fear, like a person who was suddenly pushed to the edge of a cliff and could fall into the endless abyss at any time.

Her lips trembled slightly. She wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.

The alcohol made her mind a little confused, and those originally clear memories became blurred.

"I'm really just in a bad mood, so I went to the bar and had a few drinks alone." Nan Weiwei said anxiously, her eyes fixed on Nan Yifeng, as if just by looking at him like this, she could make him believe her.

"After my aunt dropped my phone on me, I just wanted to go out and relax, without giving it much thought. When I called for a designated driver, I... asked the bar staff for help, and he helped me place the order."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and her confidence became weaker and weaker, because she knew that her explanation seemed so pale and powerless under Nan Yifeng's suspicious gaze. And the person who helped to call a designated driver was not a bar staff, but... Mr. Ye, whom she had never met before.

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's panic, and the suspicion in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

He frowned, took a step forward, approached Nan Weiwei, and exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"Really? Then why were you so drunk when the designated driver brought you back that you could barely find your way home? If you were alone, how could you have gotten so drunk?"

There was a questioning tone in his voice, and his eyes were full of scrutiny.

Nan Weiwei was forced to take a step back by Nan Yifeng, her back pressed tightly against the wall, as if this could give her some sense of security.

Her body was trembling slightly, and her hands were tightly clutching the corners of her clothes, her fingers turning white from the force.

"I... I was just in a very bad mood. I wanted to drink to drown my sorrows, but I didn't expect to drink too much." Her tears were rolling in her eyes and could fall at any time.

"Drinking to drown your sorrows? Do you know how worried I am about you?" Nan Yifeng's tone softened a little, but the suspicion in his eyes still remained.

"You're a girl, and you're out drunk in the middle of the night. What if you encounter any danger? Have you ever thought about how I feel?" There was a hint of helplessness and heartache in his voice.

After hearing this, Nan Weiwei couldn't help but shed tears.

She threw herself into Nan Yifeng's arms and cried, "I know I was wrong. I was just too upset, so I did this. I won't do it again. Please don't doubt me anymore, okay?"

Her body kept trembling in Nan Yifeng's arms, like a wounded little bird looking for a warm nest.

Nan Yifeng was silent, not saying a word, his eyes fixed on Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei looked at Nan Yifeng's eyes, which were as cold as a cold pond and without any reaction, and felt that the air around her seemed to be frozen.

He looked at her coldly, as if she was a stranger he had never met before. His gaze was like a sharp ice blade, piercing straight into her heart, making her heart fall into an ice cellar in an instant.

Her brain was working rapidly, trying to find a solution to this difficult situation from her limited thoughts, but the more anxious she was, the more her mind became a tangled mess, and she couldn't make any sense of it.

The effect of alcohol was still taking effect, making her thinking even more confused.

In this moment of panic and despair, Nan Weiwei didn't know where she got the courage from. She suddenly leaned forward, like a moth to a flame, and threw Nan Yifeng onto the bed without a care in the world.

Nan Yifeng, no, what do you mean? She's having her period.

Nan Weiwei wrapped her arms tightly around Nan Yifeng's neck and pressed her whole body against him, as if this could convey all her sincerity and love to him.

"Yi Feng, please believe me... I didn't lie to you... Really, for all these years, you are the only one in my heart."

Nan Weiwei's voice was tearful, urgent and sharp, like a cry squeezed out from the depths of her heart.

Her eyes were as red as ripe cherries, with tears welling up in them, ready to burst out at any moment.

Those eyes were full of pleading and expectation, like a child who had lost his way in the darkness, longing for a little warm guidance.

Her body was trembling slightly due to nervousness and anxiety, and her chest was rising and falling more violently with her rapid breathing.

She could feel the warmth of Nan Yifeng's body coming through her clothes. That warmth made her feel a little relieved, but she was also more afraid that he would push her away.

Nan Yifeng was stunned by Nan Weiwei's sudden action and his body froze instantly.

He didn't expect Nan Weiwei to be so bold and direct. The force that rushed towards him was so resolute and desperate that a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by a layer of cold suspicion.

He tried to push Nan Weiwei away, but her hands held him tightly like iron clamps and refused to let go.

Nan Weiwei felt Nan Yifeng's struggle and became even more flustered. She buried her face in his neck and rubbed it hard, like a coquettish kitten.

"I really didn't lie to you. Those things are all true. My aunt and I had a fight, my phone was smashed, I went out drinking alone, and later found a designated driver to come back. Why don't you believe me?"

Nan Weiwei's voice, with a tearful tone, echoed in Nan Yifeng's ears.

She finally couldn't hold back her tears and they fell on Nan Yifeng's neck. The warm touch made his heart tremble slightly.

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's tearful and pitiful appearance, and the ice in his heart began to show signs of loosening.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and said, "Weiwei, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that so many things have happened recently that I'm a little sensitive. Can you calm down and talk to me properly?"

After hearing what Nan Yifeng said, Nan Weiwei raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes, her eyes full of surprise and hope.

"Do you really want to believe me?" Her voice trembled, as if she was afraid that this was just a dream.

Nan Yifeng nodded, reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears from her face, and said, "Silly girl, of course I am willing to believe you. But if you encounter anything in the future, you must tell me the first time, don't carry it alone, understand?"

Nan nodded vigorously, a bright smile on his face.

She hugged Nan Yifeng tightly, as if this could keep the lost trust by her side forever.

In this warm embrace, the two people's hearts were tightly pressed together, and the previous crisis of trust gradually dissipated in this passionate embrace.

The misunderstanding between the two was temporarily resolved. Nan Yifeng remembered that Nan Weiwei was in a special period these days and did not dare to go too far.

"Weiwei, okay, I'm very tired. Just rest now that I'm drunk. If there's anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Nan Yifeng's voice was a little weary, and his low tone was full of exhaustion, as if the pressure and troubles of the past few days had turned into an invisible mountain, pressing him to the point of suffocation.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but also hidden doting for Nan Weiwei. However, at this moment, he really longed for a good sleep to dispel his physical and mental fatigue.

Nan Weiwei, however, seemed to have completely ignored his words and kept moving forward.

Her lips, as delicate as petals, with warm breath, gently kissed Nan Yifeng's lips.

This kiss, like the first ray of warm sunshine in spring, instantly penetrated the haze in Nan Yifeng's heart.

Her kiss was eager yet indescribably tender, as if she wanted to convey all her love to him through this kiss.

After the kiss, Nan Weiwei slowly raised her head. Her originally clear and bright eyes now became hazy and blurred, as if covered with a thin layer of mist, revealing an irresistible temptation.

She panted slightly, her voice coquettish yet somewhat charming as she said, "Well, I know you're tired. You work at the company and still have to come back to help me cook. I'm very grateful to you, so... hehe, I'm going to help you relax so you won't be tired."

The voice, like the song of a nightingale, was melodious and pleasant, gently plucking Nan Yifeng's heartstrings.

After saying that, Nan Weiwei's body moved slowly down like a nimble snake, and finally her slender hand stopped on his abdomen.

Nan Weiwei was like a little elf, her movements were gentle and slow, as if she was stroking an extremely precious piece of work of art.

A few minutes later, her hands became restless again and reached into the edge of his pajamas. She looked so cautious, like a girl who had just fallen in love, a little shy but deeply attached to her lover.

Nan Yifeng's body trembled slightly, and the original fatigue seemed to be replaced by an unknown flame at this moment.

He looked at Nan Weiwei's focused and somewhat shy expression, and the defenses in his heart gradually collapsed.

He reached out and gently held Nan Weiwei's hand, his voice a little hoarse, yet full of tenderness: "Weiwei, you..."

Nan raised her head slightly and looked at him with her watery eyes, which were full of determination and love: "Yi Feng, let me help you. You have been working too hard recently."

Her hands did not stop and continued to wander on Nan Yifeng's body. The gentle movements seemed as if she was playing the most touching love song.

Nan Yifeng felt Nan Weiwei's delicate touch, and the fatigue in his heart was gradually replaced by love.

He closed his eyes gently, enjoying the tenderness of this moment.

In this warm and ambiguous atmosphere, the two bodies were pressed tightly together, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Nan Weiwei's movements became more and more skillful, and every one of her movements was filled with deep love for Nan Yifeng.

Her fingers were like lively notes, dancing on Nan Yifeng's body, playing a melody of love.

Nan Yifeng's breathing gradually became rapid, and his body reacted involuntarily.

He opened his eyes and looked at Nan Weiwei's blushing cheeks and her slightly panting appearance, and the love in his heart surged like a tide.

He pulled Nan Weiwei into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he could keep her by his side forever.

"Weiwei." Nan Yifeng's voice was low and gentle, echoing in Nan Weiwei's ears.

Nan Weiwei leaned in Nan Yifeng's arms with a happy smile on her face.

In this world full of pressure and troubles, only Nan Yifeng's arms are her warmest harbor.

Nan Yifeng's voice, a little hoarse and anxious, sounded. He stretched out his hand and firmly pressed the back of Nan Weiwei's head.

The warmth from the palm of my hand seemed to pass through my hair and convey the exclusive warning from deep in my heart.

"Weiwei, you...are you acting like this even when you're drunk? Remember, don't do this to others in the future."

His eyes were fixed on Nan Weiwei. There was worry, tension, and an inviolable arrogance in his eyes, as if Nan Weiwei was his most precious treasure and he would never allow anyone else to touch her.

After hearing this, Nan Weiwei slowly raised her eyes to look at him. Her eyes, originally as bright as stars, were now, under the catalysis of alcohol, seductive and charming, like a pool of bottomless spring water, shimmering in the ripples, flowing with endless temptation.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, and every flutter touched Nan Yifeng's heartstrings.

There was coquettishness, dependence, and a hint of affection that was difficult to conceal in those eyes, as if the whole world only had this man in front of her.

She slightly opened her lips, wanting to speak but hesitant. Her delicate and juicy red lips, like ripe cherries, exuded an alluring luster.

Her voice was a bit lazy and drunken, as if it floated from the distant sky: "I only do this to you..."

The voice was as gentle as a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, yet it carried an unwavering certainty, as if declaring to Nan Yifeng that she was exclusive to him.

Nan Yifeng only felt a warm current surging from the bottom of his heart and spreading throughout his body in an instant.

His breathing became rapid and his eyes became more intense.

He looked at Nan Weiwei's charming appearance, and the string of reason in his heart seemed to be gently plucked by an invisible hand and began to shake.

"Really?" Nan Yifeng's voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his head slightly, and the distance between him and Nan Weiwei was so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing.

His eyes wandered over Nan Weiwei's face, from her slightly flushed cheeks, to her straight and delicate nose, to her delicate and tempting lips, every part of her made his heart beat faster.

Nan Weiwei nodded gently, her eyes full of sincerity. She reached out and slowly stroked Nan Yifeng's cheek, her fingers lightly tracing his outline, as if she were painting a most precious painting.

"Of course it's true. You are the most special person to me." There was a hint of sweetness in her voice, as if she was telling the most touching secret.

Nan Yifeng couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled Nan Weiwei into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

His lips gently fell on Nan Weiwei's forehead, then moved down her cheek, finally kissing her beautiful red lips.

This kiss was passionate and affectionate, as if pouring all the love into it.

Nan closed his eyes slightly, losing himself in the loving kiss.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Nan Yifeng's neck, and her body involuntarily pressed against him.

In this lingering kiss, the two seemed to have entered a world that belonged only to them, where there were no worries, no pressure, only full of love and sweetness.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on their bodies, adding a touch of romance to this warm scene. In this intoxicating night, love was like a blooming flower, blooming freely between the two, exuding a charming fragrance.

The next day,