The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

It was extremely cold in Ancheng after the snow. When she got up in the morning, the temperature in the room felt freezing before her feet even touched the ground. Song Yuyan lay on the bed like a kitten. She was reluctant to get up because it was too cold. Her watery eyes were tightly closed and her two snow-white legs were placed on the quilt, shaking gently. Only a little bit of her little head was exposed and her eyes were blinking as she looked at the room.

Suddenly, the door of the room was opened. She looked up and saw a cold and charming man in thick black and white cashmere clothes leaning against the door. Song Yuyan pulled back the quilt and quickly got out of bed. She walked forward with a milky face and opened her arms. Nan Zeyu saw her running towards him, opened his arms, then gently picked her up and hung her legs on his waist.

He looked at her with deep eyes, and kissed her red lips when she was not paying attention. Every kiss of his made Song Yuyan's senses excited. She was not to be outdone, so she naturally hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

The temperature in the room suddenly became hot. He carried her to the bed and they knelt on the bed side by side. Song Yuyan didn't care that her hair was messy after getting up. She pulled his neck directly, then stared into his deep black eyes with her watery eyes full of affection.

Then, she kissed his thin lips passionately. Nan Zeyu was stunned. The girl's kissing skills were getting better and better. He held her slender waist with his big hands, and Song Yuyan learned from him. He taught her how to kiss, with sexy biting, delicate and soft kissing, and entanglement between lips and teeth. She learned it all very well.

After a while, Nan Zeyu felt a fire burning inside him again. He suddenly moved closer to her hot earlobe and whispered softly: "You little devil, stop quickly, I want it, I want it, I want it, if you don't stop, you will bear the consequences!"

The man's forbearing hoarse voice made Song Yuyan, who was intoxicated with the kiss, stop immediately. Her face turned red, and her watery eyes stared blankly into his black eyes. Then, she looked down, and she was so scared that she pushed him to sit on the bed. She blushed, ran off the bed, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Song Yuyan's heart was pounding non-stop. What did she just see, his... Her face became hot again. She hurriedly pushed open the French window and ran over, breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide open and blinking. She saw his... Song Yuyan's ears were burning.

Nan Zeyu's ears also turned red. He lowered his head to look under his body. She must have been scared, so she ran away. If he wanted to blame someone, it was because the girl was too good at seducing him. He didn't know why he felt this way. He hurriedly got out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom.

In the bathtub, the man's sexy body fits in the bathtub, his muscular chest muscles, sexy mermaid line and abdominal muscles are all perfect, there is not a single hair on his thighs, he is venting his suppressed thoughts in the bathtub, Nan Zeyu's long, thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his head.

When Song Yuyan returned to the room, she saw that he was no longer in the room. She walked out of the room quickly with a puzzled look on her face and looked towards the bathroom. The door there was not closed yet, so she just touched it lightly and walked over.

She stood outside the bathroom with a red face, and heard the man's muffled groaning sound coming from the bathroom. Her face became even redder. What a bastard, so embarrassing, really, why did he do that in her room? She walked forward, gently closed the door, and put her ear against the bathroom door, listening to the man's panting sound coming from inside.

Nan Zeyu didn't know what happened to him, he was particularly energetic and more and more powerful. Song Yuyan just listened quietly. After more than half an hour, she heard the sound of running water in the bathroom again. She was stunned and looked towards the bathroom. Hmm? He's done...

She heard the sound of water stopping, felt me, raised her feet and ran towards the room. Song Yuyan ran to the bed, sat cross-legged on the bed with a panicked look on her face, her eyes staring at the door of the room. She heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to sit down.

When Nan Zeyu walked into the room, he saw her sitting on the bed, cross-legged and meditating. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He walked over coldly, sat next to her, looked at her coldly and said: "It's broad daylight, baby, why are you meditating?"

When Song Yuyan heard his voice, her heart tightened, her red lips slightly opened, and she said in confusion: "Ah, I am cultivating my body and mind?" I always go to bed so late recently, and I feel tired. I heard that this can help me wash up, so I will try it?

After she finished speaking, she laughed dryly, which made Nan Zeyu even more stunned. Song Yuyan was so nervous. Was she going to tell him that she had heard everything he had just vented in the bathroom? No, no, no, then he would think that her thoughts were no longer pure.

She quietly opened her eyes and glanced at Nan Zeyu beside her. He had a sharp jawbone, a straight nose, beautiful eyelashes, and sexy, cold red and white thin lips. Why was his profile so good-looking? No, it was handsome. This man was damn handsome, so handsome that she felt inferior to him...

When she saw the man was about to turn his head, she quickly closed her eyes again. Then, with a slight breath coming out of her red lips, Nan Zeyu's dark eyes stared closely at Song Yuyan's face. Her snow-white skin was pink, and her red lips were as moist and translucent as jelly, with a small, delicate and exquisite shape.

Her eyelashes were covered under her eyelids, each one clearly visible. He suddenly couldn't help himself, and placed his big hands on her little face. His thin lips pressed against her red lips again. He kissed her softly, tracing the shape of her lips bit by bit, and kissed her lightly and slowly.

Song Yuyan felt her lips tighten, she was broken, and he pressed her down on the bed again. After kissing for an hour, he let her go, looked at her coldly with dark eyes, and whispered: I just want to kiss you all the time. Okay, go wash up, I'll find you a skirt to wear to school today.

Song Yuyan blushed, sat up from the bed, quickly got off the bed, put on her slippers, and ran out of the room. The man walked to the closet with a cold face, opened the closet door with his big hands, looked around with his dark eyes, frowned, and then began to search carefully.

After Song Yuyan finished washing up, he had already put together a skirt suit for her to wear to school today. She walked into the room, and Nan Zeyu walked up to her, holding her little hand and walking to the bed. Song Yuyan looked at the neatly arranged skirt suit in front of her with her watery eyes.

She pulled it open with her little hands, revealing a thick cream-colored sweater of very soft material, followed by a long light gray rabbit fur coat with a waist-elongating design, and then a lemon-colored fur skirt with a waist that reached to her ankles.

Song Yuyan picked it up with an incredulous look on her face. After she put them all on, she opened the door. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes lit up. She was really sweet and lovely in every look. The thick milky white sweater was very tight, showing off her curvy figure to the fullest. Her upper body was full and round without being too abrupt.

Her waist curve is very slender, and her thin waist can be held in one hand. Her snow-white legs are slender, straight and perfect. The lemon-colored plush waist skirt lengthens her legs by several proportions, making her leg skin look even whiter and more transparent.

Nan Zeyu looked up, frowned, walked forward, pulled her into his arms, and buttoned a few buttons for her. Song Yuyan looked down, looked at Nan Zeyu with watery eyes and said blankly: How do you button it up? It's so tight, Yu.

Nan Zeyu pursed his lips, frowned, and said in a cold voice: "You are a little too exposed. It is too cold outside. You should keep warm in the snow. Listen to me, baby." The irresistible voice from his mouth forced Song Yuyan to obey.

When they arrived at school, Nan Zeyu gently pushed her awake. She opened her watery eyes and glanced at Nan Zeyu. She sat up and fell into his arms in a daze. Nan Zeyu held her in his arms, put her head on his shoulders, patted her back gently with his big hands, and said softly: "Okay, okay, then sleep a little longer, baby, your husband is here, go to sleep!"

Her watery eyes closed again, and the man patted her back gently with his big hands as if he was coaxing a baby. Outside the car window, many classmates who had already arrived at the school were watching Nan Zeyu's expensive Ferrari sports car.

One of the girls with ponytails wanted to touch the Ferrari, but another girl with waist-length hair pulled her arm and looked at her nervously, saying, "Don't do that. What if you accidentally damage the Ferrari by touching it? Can you afford the compensation?"

The girl with ponytail turned around and looked at the girl with waist-length hair. She was confused and said: "Is it not okay to just touch it? Will it be worn out if I touch it?" Your theory is really... The girl with waist-length hair walked up to the girl with ponytail, looked at her and said indifferently: "Let's just take a look. I know you want to touch it, but the Ferrari is really too expensive. Let's not touch it. But whose parents' car is this Ferrari? This Ferrari is worth tens of millions?"

The girl with ponytails looked at the girl with waist-length hair in disbelief and said in a stunned voice: "Tens of millions? That's impossible, Jiaojiao. It's impossible." The girl named Jiaojiao pulled the girl with ponytails' arm and whispered in her ear.

The ponytail girl opened her mouth like an egg and glanced at Jiaojiao who was speaking calmly. Jiaojiao looked at the Ferrari body, her eyes swept around, and then she said a number that shocked everyone: This Ferrari is worth more than 70 million!

There were many screams of disbelief in the crowd, but Jiaojiao was not surprised at all. Her uncle specialized in doing expensive maintenance on luxury cars. She had seen many Ferraris, Porsches, BMWs, Maybachs, and Bugatti, so she was not surprised at all.

In the car, Nan Zeyu patted her back tirelessly. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. He frowned, lowered his head, took her schoolbag on the car seat, unzipped it, took out her cell phone, and stared at the phone screen with his dark eyes.

His brows suddenly furrowed in anxiety. The phone screen showed that it was a call from "Wen Zichen". What did this kid want to do? He was furious when he saw him at his villa last time. If he hadn't been there that day, he wouldn't have been in a cold war with Xiaoyan. How dare he call him?

He glanced at the little head on his shoulder, gently took her away, and then let him sit on the seat. He took the Bluetooth headset in the car and connected it to Song Yuyan's mobile phone. With a cold face, he pressed the Bluetooth headset jack and said coldly: Is there something wrong? Wen Zichen, you'd better be okay.

On the phone, Wen Zichen's gentle smile suddenly collapsed. He frowned slightly. Why was it Nan Zeyu who answered the phone? Where was Song Yuyan? Nan Zeyu said coldly, "Is there something wrong? Come on, I made it very clear last time, Mr. Wen."

Wen Zichen suddenly fell silent, his fingers tightly holding the phone trembling. Ever since he returned home from his villa, he had always wanted to call Song Yuyan, but he could not find the time. Today happened to be a busy day for the company, so he called Song Yuyan. Unexpectedly, he was the one who answered the call.

Nan Zeyu suddenly became furious. He looked at Song Yuyan with his dark eyes. She was sleeping soundly. His brows were furrowed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he said angrily to Wen Zichen on the other end of the phone: Damn it, is there something wrong? If not, I'm hanging up. You'd better not call me this time. Only I can answer my girlfriend's phone. Do you understand?

Wen Zichen was stunned. His eyes suddenly widened. He stood up in shock and said tremblingly: "What, you are Song Yuyan's boyfriend? Are you kidding? Yuyan said you are just friends?" President Nan, stop joking.

Nan Zeyu's face was gloomy, and he smiled coldly: I'm not kidding, she and I are already together, Song Yuyan is my girlfriend, and I warn you, don't let me receive this call a second time, otherwise I will warn you not to harass her, Mr. Wen, you should understand what I mean!

Nan Zeyu's words and deeds all emphasized that Song Yuyan was his girlfriend, and he would never allow any strange man to call her. Wen Zichen was completely stunned. Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu were together...

His gentle eyes darkened, and he said gently to Nan Zeyu on the other end of the phone: Oh, really? But I won't do as you wish, President Nan. After that, he quickly hung up the phone, and Nan Zeyu was furious. This damn Wen Zichen, his black eyes were red, and his fists were clenched.

Song Yuyan's eyes trembled. She opened her watery eyes and glanced at Nan Zeyu, whose face was full of anger. She said blankly: What's wrong? Ah Yu, what are you angry about? I fell asleep again...

When Nan Zeyu heard her voice, his dark eyes turned to look at the confused Song Yuyan. He said coldly: It's okay, baby, it's something at the company. He once again hid this from Song Yuyan. A strong anger emerged from his eyes. When Song Yuyan saw him like this, she was frightened again. Was he angry when I fell asleep?