Reborn Wife 32

Chapter 480 Take her back and become the mistress of the Nan family! (2)
No matter how fast he grows after waking up, he is still just a young man. How can he support a big family, and how can he handle the properties of the Nan family...

I'm afraid of tiring him, afraid that he's under too much pressure...

This is what Wen Ting is most worried about...

"I am not young anymore, and you are not young anymore. I believe you can accompany me and support me. Life will be long in the future, and now is just the beginning." Nan Shiyang said the truth seriously.

Of course Wen Ting agreed with everything he said, but she was still wondering that he seemed to have really changed...

It's like becoming someone else...

"Grandpa believes in me, don't you still believe me?" Nan Shiyang started to pinch her face, jokingly said, "I'm really not as bad as you think, but I'm actually very smart, you know?! "

Slapping his hand away with a "cut", Wen Ting came out of her daze after being teased by him.

"Believe me or not?" Putting a finger on the tip of her nose, Nan Shiyang suddenly became mischievous.

This kind of behavior is just like his style!

"I believe it!" Pulling his finger down, Wen Ting let out a rare smile, "But you can't be too pushy, you know?! The position of Patriarch is not easy at all. Look at those of the Nan family. People will know."

"Those people just need to be ruled by others. The third uncle is soft-tempered to let them go, and the grandfather is reluctant to do it, but I will not show mercy." While talking here, Nan Shiyang made a fist and made a ruthless gesture , "If anyone dares to challenge me, I will take the knife first."

"Hey, hey, if you do this, you won't be afraid that they will join forces to deal with you?" Wen Ting raised her hand and pressed down his fist, and Wen Ting complained, "Those people, how can they be willing to eat hard stuff? What about you?"

"I'm just afraid that they will bully you. If you, the mistress of the house, are not strong, I'm afraid I won't be able to cover you at that time." Looking at her funny, Nan Shiyang joked.

"Hey, mistress!" Wen Ting suddenly became interested, "Then, do you mean to take me to Nan's house together? Can I also take care of Nan's house together?"

"Otherwise? You want to separate from me? I heard yesterday that he wants to be with me for 24 hours..." Nan Shiyang teased her again as he dug his ears.

The atmosphere between the two of them relaxed...

"Me! Besides me, who would dare to be with you 24 hours a day." Wen Ting admitted without any shyness. The 32-year-old old woman's face is as thick as a city wall...

"Look, you've already said that, can I not take you with me in the future?"

"Hey, hey, why did you say the same thing as I posted you!" Fen Quan punched Nan Shiyang's chest, and Wen Ting pouted angrily.

Unexpectedly, when she beat her like that, Nan Shiyang gasped in a "hissy" breath, bent over, covered his chest, and frowned in pain.

Wen Ting was panicking in embarrassment at that moment, she didn't know the strength of her hand, and knocked him like this, she was also nervous.

"What's wrong? Shiyang? Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?" Wen Ting raised her head anxiously and covered it with her hands, Wen Ting frowned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I I did not notice……"

"Is it really painful? I'll go to the doctor right away, wait, wait for me..." Just then, Wen Ting was so frightened that she was at a loss, and it was obvious how much she cared for him.

Just as she took two steps forward, he grabbed that arm and pulled it back...

Soon, before she realized it, she fell into his chest...

Before she could react, she was already wrapped in his arms, holding her tightly.

Nan Shiyang remained silent, with a beautiful curve on the corner of his mouth, as if he was very satisfied with her performance.

Wen Ting was stunned for a while, and after realizing it, she couldn't help being irritable, "Damn it, are you messing with me?!"

Twisting her body and struggling in his arms, Wen Ting pouted in displeasure, "It's too much, Nan Shiyang. Why are you so wicked!"

"Don't move... I don't have the strength." She was firm, and Nan Shiyang pretended to be weak and begged for sympathy.

Originally, Wen Ting felt sorry for him, but after hearing what he said, her arrogance immediately went down.

"I don't have the energy but the mood to pretend to be with me, isn't it fun to tease me?!" Wen Ting puffed her mouth and said with resentment, "You kid is really itchy now, and you still dare to play me, isn't it? Are you addicted?!"

"No..." With a faint smile, Nan Shiyang's heart warmed, "Tingxin, I love you."

He wouldn't tell Wen Tingxin that the reason he tried her so many times was because he was afraid.

Wen Tingxin from his previous life left a big shadow on him, so deep down in his heart, he was still quite afraid.

This time, after trying two or three times, feeling her nervousness towards him, Nan Shiyang felt more and more relieved.

And every time I try, my feelings for her get deeper...

Loving her, uncontrollable...

"You, do you think I can forgive you for playing tricks on me if you say that..." Wen Ting said forcefully, and Wen Ting raised her wrist to wrap around his waist in disappointment.

It seemed that he didn't care at all that he was playing tricks on him, and because of his "love you", his mood was so bright that it exploded...

Although she felt that he had grown up, Wen Ting felt that in some respects, he was still very naive.

At least from this aspect, he still likes to play...

"However, why do you call me Tingxin now? Don't you like to call me by my first name?" Wen Tingxin noticed every bit of the changes in him after waking up.

She kept every bit of doubt in her heart, waiting for the right time to ask him.

For example, at times like now...

"Now I like to call you that, and I will always call you that in the future." Holding her tighter, Nan Shiyang smiled deeply, "I also like what you call me, and I hope you will keep it."

In the past, she always called him by first and last name, either 'Nan Shiyang' or the polite 'Second Young Master'.

(End of this chapter)