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

It was already 12 o'clock in the evening when they returned to Ancheng from the UK. They returned to the villa, exhausted, especially Ye Mingxuan. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed and half-open. Nan Zhefang felt so distressed when he saw her. He frowned, let go of the suitcase, and walked quickly to her side.

Just as he was about to pick her up, a pair of sexy big hands grabbed Nan Zhefang's wrist. Nan Zhefang looked up and saw his son Nan Zeyu, with a pair of deep black eyes, staring at him coldly.

Nan Zeyu looked at his father, his eyes were dark and bottomless, and he said coldly: Let me do it, Dad, you open the door. After that, Nan Zeyu picked up her mother horizontally with one move. Ye Mingxuan was stunned, and looked at her son with startled eyes and asked: Um...what's wrong? Xiaoyu.

Nan Zeyu held her mother and walked quickly to the door of the villa. Behind him, Nan Zhefang was pulling his own suitcase and his wife's suitcase. Mother Li hurried forward and opened the door of the villa.

Nan Zeyu looked at his stunned mother with a cold face and said coldly: Mom, aren't you tired? I'll carry you back to the room? Ye Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her son Xiaoyu, and said tiredly: That's true, the plane ticket was bought for the afternoon, who knew the plane was delayed, and now I'm back to the villa, how can I not be tired?

Nan Zeyu frowned and glanced at Ye Mingxuan. "You are the one who is clamoring to buy everything in the shopping street at the British airport. Won't that cause the flight to be delayed?" He only dared to say these words in his heart and didn't dare to speak them out loud.

Outside the villa, Song Yuyan tilted her head and looked at the back garden of the villa, only to see Nan Ze holding his mother and walking into the villa. She suddenly turned around and saw Wang Ma, Zhao Ma, and Su Ma all holding their mothers in their arms, carrying full shopping bags, and they looked so exhausted.

Song Yuyan walked forward and was about to pick up the longest shopping bag in Wang Ma's hand. Wang Ma, seeing Song Yuyan coming over, said with a look of refusal: No, no, no, no, Miss Song, I can do it, you are also tired all day, hurry up and go into the villa!

Mother Zhao and Mother Su also agreed with difficulty: Yes, yes, Miss Song, please go into the villa quickly. These are the things bought by Madam Ye. We can carry them, Miss Song.

Seeing how confident they were, Song Yuyan didn't say anything more. She looked at the servants with her watery eyes and said sweetly: "Okay, Aunt Wang, Aunt Zhao, Aunt Su, thank you for your hard work. When you return to your rooms later, remember to apply hot water to your arms, massage them, and rub them with some medicated oil."

After saying that, Song Yuyan turned around and walked away quickly. Several servants looked at each other and said with emotion: This... Miss Song, I am really about to cry. Aunt Wang, while holding the shopping bag, raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

This Miss Song is really nice. They have been servants in the Nan family for so many years, and no one has ever cared about them. Ever since Miss Song came to the Nan family villa, the whole villa is no longer lifeless, as if it has new life.

Mother Su looked at Song Yuyan's figure and said with a moved face: I am really touched. Miss Song is so nice. She is worthy of being the woman the young master likes. This is the first time someone cares about us servants.

Several servants, with tears in their eyes, walked towards the door of the villa with difficulty, carrying shopping bags. Nan Zeyu carried his mother back to the room and quickly returned to his own room. He was really tired, so he didn't go to Song Yuyan's room, but went straight upstairs to his own room.

Song Yuyan returned to the room and dragged the suitcase to the closet. She turned pale. Didn't she bring only clothes for a week, a skirt suit? How could it be so heavy? She tiredly put the skirt, coat, and plush sweater in the suitcase back into the closet, folded them neatly, and then closed the closet door.

In the bathroom, Song Yuyan lay tiredly in the oversized bathtub, her head tilted on both sides of the bathtub. She used her small hands to scoop up the hot water in the bathtub with her palms, and then patted her sore arms.

It was already 3 a.m. when Song Yuyan finished her shower. She walked to the dressing table, sat on a chair, applied some night essence water, applied a peach-colored lip balm, and applied a deep hydrating facial mask.

After finishing all this, it was already 5 a.m. She went into the bathroom again, washed both sides of her face, then walked out of the bathroom quickly, walked back to her room, and lay down on the bed.

Too tired, the whole body fell asleep as soon as I lay on the bed. The wind from the French window blew into the room fiercely. Song Yuyan didn't notice that her watery eyes were tightly closed, and she fell asleep without covering herself with a quilt.

The next day, Song Yuyan walked to the restaurant yawning. She pulled out a chair and was about to sit down when suddenly she felt itchy in her nose and sneezed, followed by a few more sneezes.

Nan Zeyu drank bird's nest milk and ate a baguette with low-fat strawberry buns. Seeing Song Yuyan sneezing frequently, he frowned, looked at Song Yuyan with dark eyes, and said nervously: What's wrong? Baby, do you have a cold? Did you cover yourself with a blanket last night...

Song Yuyan was dizzy from several sneezes. She turned to look at Nan Zeyu who was looking at him, pinched her nose, frowned and said: I don’t think I did last night. I was too sleepy at that time, and fell asleep as soon as I lay on the bed.

When Ye Mingxuan heard this, she looked at Song Yuyan, who was sitting at the table opposite her, and frowned and said, "Oh, you have a cold. Yihong, I'll ask Doctor Jiang to come over and prescribe some cold medicine for you. Xiaoyan, now is the coldest time of winter. Remember to cover yourself with a blanket even when you go to bed late. You...

Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, as if she felt a little dizzy, her throat was slightly painful, and she kept wanting to sneeze. Nan Zeyu simply didn't eat breakfast. He stood up and picked up Song Yuyan, who hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and carried her sideways.

Black eyes turned to glance at Ye Mingxuan, and said coldly: "Mom, I will take Xiaoyan back to her room first. You ask Li Ma to make some light lean meat porridge, add some salt, and send it to Xiaoyan's room." After that, Nan Zeyu quickly walked out of the restaurant holding Song Yuyan, who looked stunned.

In the room, Nan Zeyu held her on the bed, putting his big hands on both sides of her cheeks. His black eyes looked gently at Song Yuyan lying on the bed. He frowned and said in a deep voice: Your little face is very cold, it seems that the wind blew on your face last night, you little confused girl, baby, how do you feel now?

Song Yuyan looked weakly at Nan Zeyu's handsome face in front of her, and she said innocently: I seem to have a cold, Yu, I... I feel dizzy and uncomfortable now.

When Nan Zeyu heard this, he pulled back the quilt, got on the bed, held her gently in his arms, wrapped his arms around hers, and used his body temperature to warm her. Song Yuyan leaned her head on his stomach and said in a muffled voice: I'm cold, Ayu, I'm cold.

Nan Zeyu quickly hugged her tighter again. He lowered his head and looked at Song Yuyan with a frown. She blamed him for not coming to the room to see her last night. He carried his mother back to the room and went back to the room. Otherwise, she would not have caught a cold.

Doctor Jiang arrived at the Nan family villa an hour later. He carried the medicine box and walked upstairs quickly. Doctor Jiang gave Song Yuyan a careful physical examination in the room. Then, he looked up at Nan Zeyu and whispered: "Master Nan, Miss Song has a cold. It's the beginning of a cold. I will just prescribe some cold medicine for her. It's nothing serious."

Nan Zeyu frowned, looked at Dr. Jiang and said coldly: "No matter what cold medicine you prescribe, you must prescribe the best cold medicine for me, Dr. Jiang, I hope you know this!"

Doctor Jiang's whole body trembled. He looked up at Nan Zeyu, whose face was as cold as ice. He said tremblingly: I know, Master Nan, of course I will prescribe the best cold medicine for Miss Song.

After Dr. Jiang prescribed cold medicine, Nan Zeyu called Ye Mingxuan. As soon as Ye Mingxuan entered Song Yuyan's room, she walked up to her son Xiaoyu with a nervous look on her face and said nervously: Xiaoyu, how is Xiaoyan? Li's mother is already cooking the lean meat porridge. I told her to add salt to it. Does Xiaoyan look like she has a cold?

When Song Yuyan heard someone talking, she quickly opened her watery eyes and saw that the person coming was Ye Mingxuan. She hurriedly tried to sit up. Ye Mingxuan quickly walked to the bed, pressed Song Yuyan who was about to sit up, and said gently: "No need, Xiaoyan, don't get up. Aunt Ye will ask Aunt Li to bring the lean meat porridge over. After you finish eating, take some cold medicine and have a good rest. Your cold will be cured soon."

Song Yuyan's face and lips were pale as she looked at Ye Mingxuan. Her watery eyes flashed and she said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, Aunt Ye, I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I'm sorry for your hard work."

Ye Mingxuan's face darkened, and she curled her lips and said with a serious face: "Silly child, why are you talking to me about how hard it is? Xiaoyan, I hope you get better soon!" Nan Zeyu stood behind and looked at the tone of his mother's voice when she spoke to Song Yuyan. The corners of his mouth slightly raised. It can be seen that his mother really likes Xiaoyan, the kind of love she has to the bone.

Song Yuyan's cold really healed very quickly. She ate porridge for several days, rested, and took the cold medicine prescribed by Dr. Jiang. She recovered quickly. That day, she got up early for the first time, washed up, opened the door, and went downstairs.

When she came to Nan Zeyu's room, she was wearing an A-shaped lotus pink plush dress, which made her snow-white calves look even whiter and more charming. She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door was opened instantly.

Nan Zeyu stared blankly at her standing outside the door. He said gently, "I was just about to go upstairs to see if you woke up, and you came downstairs, baby?" Song Yuyan saw her with joy on her face. She walked forward, raised her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and hugged his neck.

Nan Zeyu picked her up easily with his big hands. She held his neck with her feet off the ground. In the room, Nan Zeyu carried her to the sofa and sat beside her. His dark eyes turned to look at her gently. Song Yuyan's heartbeat accelerated when he looked at her. She blinked her watery eyes with shining stars and asked in confusion: Ah Yu, what's wrong with you? Can you be full by looking at me?

Nan Zeyu suddenly pulled her over, lifted her jaw with his thumb, looked at her with his deep black eyes, and said seductively: You know it again, baby, but can I eat you now? It's been several days. I held it back when you had a cold.

Song Yuyan's watery eyes blinked several times, which made his heart skip a beat. He could no longer control himself and kissed her jelly-red lips fiercely. It was the kind of spinning kiss that made him dizzy and unable to resist. Song Yuyan's face turned red, and her little hand was tightly held in his palm.

Slowly, his thin lips moved down little by little, kissing her exposed neck and collarbone, he licked it sexily, and his other big hand reached behind her waist. After a while, he took off her skirt again, and Song Yuyan was pressed down on the sofa by him sexily. He made love with her like a wolf, and both sides of the sofa began to shake.

Song Yuyan blushed, lowered her head, and panted: "Ayu, be gentle, you bastard, are you really hungry?" Nan Zeyu got up again, and Song Yuyan was stunned. She couldn't help but spread her legs. The next second, his tongue swept directly in front of her.

On the sofa, Song Yuyan was tormented by him. She was teased and felt hot. She unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and then bit his shoulder with her teeth. This man was very strong. He couldn't feel the teeth marks on his shoulder at all. I shuddered again. Song Yuyan couldn't stand it and cried out in shame.

It was not until 5pm that it ended. Song Yuyan panted unevenly and said: It's ok, you're not hungry anymore, Nan Zeyu, please let me go. The man raised his head sexy, his black eyes looked deeply at her flushed face and said tiredly: I'm not hungry anymore, but you're tired, baby.

He pulled Song Yuyan up and carried her into the bathroom. In the bathroom, Song Yuyan filled the bathtub with hot water and then got into the bathtub. Her body was now sticky. She frowned and lowered her head to wash. She lowered her head and looked forward. It was covered with his kiss marks, which made her so angry.

After a quick wash, Song Yuyan came out of the bathroom. She opened the door, and Nan Zeyu looked at her with a forbearing expression and said: It's my turn, baby, maybe it will take me a little longer. Song Yuyan closed the bathroom door, sat on the sofa, and turned to look at the bathroom door.