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

The next morning, when Xia Rounuan opened her eyes, she looked at the bed next to her and sat up suddenly. Nan Zeyu was gone. She got out of bed in a panic and walked into the bathroom barefoot. She didn't see him when she went to the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel. She sat on the carpet in a daze, lowered her eyes and said in a heart-wrenching voice: Do you hate me so much? Brother Xiaoyu, don't you want to see me so much? Xia Rounuan's eyes were red, and her eyes were filled with glass-like water vapor.

Nan Zeyu got into the car, his dark eyes darkened and his head felt a dull pain. He shook his head and turned on the air conditioner in the car to the lowest temperature, trying to let the cold air from the air conditioner sober him up.

Didn't he treat Xia Rounuan to dinner last night? How could he be drunk and still in a strange hotel room? He glanced at the phone in the car with his deep eyes. He quickly took it and opened it. It was already 9 o'clock in the morning. He opened WeChat, text messages, and phone recordings, but didn't see the phone number that Song Yuyan called.

Nan Zeyu frowned. He endured the dull pain in his head, started the Ferrari sports car, and drove out of the underground parking lot of Ancheng Square at a flying speed. Along the way, his face was grim, his black eyes were bottomless, his black pupils were terrifyingly cold, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Song Yuyan opened her watery eyes and saw that she had fallen asleep on the sofa again. She sat up from the sofa absentmindedly, put on her slippers stupidly, and walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself on the washstand, her hair was disheveled, there were tears on her cheeks, and her eyes were slightly red. She curled the corners of her lips in self-mockery. "You are crying here, who knows what else Nan Zeyu and Xia Rounuan have done?"

Thinking of this, her face turned cold and she finished washing up as quickly as possible. She walked out of the bathroom quickly, walked to the dressing table, quickly tied up her long curly hair into a low ponytail, and tied a bow with a candy-colored hair band.

She used a massage comb to comb her bangs and hair. In the dressing mirror, her lips looked a little pale. She reached for the lipstick cabinet, opened it, took out a peach-colored lipstick, applied it on her lips, and then pursed her lips.

Song Yuyan walked towards the closet with a cold expression, opened the closet door, and scanned the closet with her watery eyes. A few minutes later, she packed all the clothes, skirts and suits in the closet that she liked into the suitcase one by one.

She took her bag and pulled her suitcase to the door of the room. Suddenly she thought of something, turned around and ran into the room again. She looked at the huge princess room. She was going to leave this room today, leaving behind her and Nan Zeyu's endless intimacy, closeness, quarrels, and many memories in this room.

Her eyes flashed, her eyes were moist, she sniffed, turned around and walked out of the room quickly, closing the door. Song Yuyan walked to the door of the room and was about to open the door when her cell phone rang.

She took her bag, unzipped it, and took out her cell phone. The caller ID showed that it was him calling. She was extremely cold-hearted and put the phone directly into her bag. Song Yuyan opened the door and walked out to the door with her suitcase.

Finally, she reluctantly looked at the room she had lived in for a long time, and she closed the door with a heartache. She walked to the stairs with her suitcase. Nan Zeyu made several calls, but no one answered. He frowned, his black eyes were as cold as ice, and he drove the car to the fastest speed, stepping on the accelerator to the top!

Song Yuyan went downstairs carrying her suitcase. She was about to walk around the living room of the villa and towards the door of the villa. At this time, Aunt Wang was at the kitchen door and saw Song Yuyan walking quickly with her suitcase.

She ran over quickly, looked at Song Yuyan who was walking quickly, and said in a panic: "Miss Song, where are you going? Pulling the suitcase, it's time to have breakfast!"

When Song Yuyan heard the voice of the maid Wang Ma, she paused. She turned around, looked at Wang Ma with a dry smile and said sweetly: "I'm going home. My mother called and asked me to go home. Wang Ma, I won't have breakfast. I'll leave first."

After saying that, Song Yuyan walked quickly towards the door of the villa with her suitcase. Wang Ma looked at Song Yuyan and said in a daze: "That's not right. Why is Miss Song going home at this time? Didn't she go home with the young master to celebrate the New Year? Why is she going home now..."

Wang Ma felt that something was going to happen, so she turned around and walked quickly to the restaurant, where Ye Mingxuan and Nanzhe were sitting on the dining table, talking. Wang Ma ran over in a hurry.

Aunt Wang ran to the dining table, looked at Madam Ye and Master nervously, and said in a panic: Master, Madam Ye, hurry up, Miss Song just walked towards the door of the villa with her suitcase, I don’t know where she is going, Master, Madam Ye, you…

Ye Mingxuan quickly stood up from the chair, pulled the chair away, and ran out of the restaurant. Nan Zhefang also quickly stood up and followed. Song Yuyan pulled the suitcase and walked to the door of the villa. She opened the door with her little hand and walked out of the villa with the suitcase.

Passing by the back garden of the villa, she glanced a few times and said goodbye to the Nan family villa and the back garden. She made up her mind, quickened her pace, walked to the gate of the villa, opened the door, pulled her suitcase, and walked out of the gate.

She was about to close the door of the villa when a sudden brake sound resounded throughout the villa. Song Yuyan looked back and saw Nan Zeyu's Ferrari. She no longer lingered and was about to take a detour with her suitcase.

When Nan Zeyu saw Song Yuyan pulling the suitcase, he became anxious, quickly opened the car door, and ran towards Song Yuyan. Before Song Yuyan walked out of the Nan family villa, her wrist was grabbed by a strong force.

She turned around angrily, looking at Nan Zeyu in front of her with her watery eyes. She said coldly: What? Is there something wrong? President Nan, it's okay, can you please let go of my hand? Nan Zeyu was stunned. She walked forward, grabbed Song Yuyan's wrist with her big hand, and pulled her suitcase with another big hand. She looked at Song Yuyan with deep black eyes and said coldly: Tell me, where are you going, Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan was yelled at by him, and the grievance in her heart was about to overflow from her eyes. She tried her best to endure it, and said with a gloomy face: "It's none of your business, President Nan, does where I go have anything to do with you?" Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at Song Yuyan in front of him in disbelief.

Just when Nan Zeyu was stunned, Song Yuyan grabbed the suitcase from his hand and was about to leave. Behind him came the anxious voices of Ye Mingxuan and Nan Zhefang, who were chasing after him and shouting: Xiaoyan, Yuyan, where are you going? Where are you going? Wait for us.

Song Yuyan had to turn around and look at Ye Mingxuan and Nan Zhefang who ran out. Nan Zeyu was quick-witted and quickly snatched the suitcase from Song Yuyan's hand and ran quickly towards his parents.

Song Yuyan was stunned. What did this man want to do? Ye Mingxuan ran to Song Yuyan with a breathless face and said blankly: Xiaoyan, where are you going? Pulling the suitcase. Song Yuyan didn't say anything, but looked at Nan Zeyu with a gloomy face.

Nan Zhefang seemed to understand something. He walked forward and pulled Nan Zeyu's arm with a cold face. Nan Zeyu looked at Nan Zhefang with a pair of angry black eyes. He said helplessly: Dad, I don't know what happened to her? She was pulling the suitcase and was about to...

Nan Zhefang looked gloomy, raised his eyes, looked at his son with great momentum, and said: "What happened to Yuyan? You don't know how you are a boyfriend. I tell you, if Yuyan leaves our villa today, you can't stay in the villa."

Ye Mingxuan's beautiful eyes stared at Song Yuyan's profile. She pulled Song Yuyan to her side, hugged her in her arms, patted her back gently and said soothingly: Tell Aunt Ye, what's wrong? Xiaoyan, why do you want to leave the villa?

Song Yuyan felt a sour feeling in her heart, and her nose was sour. She suppressed her tears and said through her nose: It's okay, Aunt Ye, my mother called me and asked me to go back.

No matter how Ye Mingxuan heard it, she just couldn't believe it. She slowly let go of Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan turned away from Ye Mingxuan and looked at her, her little hand tightly grasping the handle of the suitcase. Ye Mingxuan saw from Song Yuyan's eyes that she looked like she was about to cry, and her eyes turned red.

Nan Zeyu didn't really listen to Nan Zhefang's words. He turned around and walked quickly towards Song Yuyan. Without waiting for her to speak, he picked her up and carried her sideways. Song Yuyan's whole body trembled. She looked at Nan Zeyu in disbelief and said coldly: "Before I bite your shoulder, you'd better put me down, President Nan!"

Nan Zeyu said nothing. He held Song Yuyan in his arms with a cold face. Song Yuyan kicked her legs hard and said angrily: I told you to let me go, put me down. Did you hear me, Nan Zeyu? I will really bite you, and bite you to death, believe it or not.

Nan Zeyu just frowned, and he pushed Song Yuyan up hard again, grabbing her calves with his big hands. Song Yuyan's eyes turned red again with anger, her face gloomy, her watery eyes glanced at his strong shoulders, and she lowered her head and bit his shoulders fiercely.

Nan Zeyu frowned in pain, and said coldly with thin lips: No matter how much you bite, I will not let you go, Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan bit him several times again, her eyes red with anger as she looked at his strong profile, and said with tears in her voice: I let you bully me, it hurts you to death, see if it hurts to death, you dog man.

Behind her, Ye Mingxuan and Nan Zhefang, each holding Song Yuyan's suitcase in one hand, followed carefully behind her. Ye Mingxuan frowned, glanced at Nan Zhefang, and said solemnly: Ah Fang, if our Xiaoyu dares to let Xiaoyan suffer any grievances, I will show you how I will deal with him.

Nan Zhefang also had a gloomy face. He glanced at Ye Mingxuan, who was extremely angry, and said coldly: "Let's work together to deal with this bad boy. Yuyan is such a good child. What on earth is this kid thinking? I've been away for these days, and I think he has really gone against the will of heaven."

After returning to the Nan family villa, Nan Zeyu put her on the sofa in the living room. Song Yuyan stood up and was about to run, but Nan Zeyu grabbed her arm again, and Song Yuyan accidentally fell on the sofa. He held her arm with his big hand to prevent her from getting up from the sofa.

Song Yuyan stared at Nan Zeyu with her eyes wide open, and said angrily: "What do you want to do, Nan Zeyu, what do you mean by this? I want to go home, can I go home? Let me go, Nan Zeyu."

Her voice was no longer sweet and pleasant, but full of gnashing teeth and hatred. Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at Song Yuyan's snow-white skin. He looked at Song Yuyan with anger in his dark eyes and said solemnly: Tell me where you are going with your suitcase, and I will let you go. If you don't tell me, I won't let you go.

Song Yuyan sneered, looked at Nan Zeyu coldly with her watery eyes, and said with disdain: "Why should I say it? Are you worthy? Nan Zeyu, let me go, do you hear me, or I will shout."

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan, curled the corners of his lips, and said coldly: Shout, this is my house, the servants will only help me, not you.

Song Yuyan raised her head and hit him hard on the forehead. Nan Zeyu felt that his entire forehead suddenly broke into pieces. He saw stars. His head, which was already aching dully, was hit so hard by Song Yuyan that it hurt even more.

Nan Zeyu was forced to let go of his big hand, and he fell to the side of the sofa, covering his forehead. Song Yuyan saw him let go of his hand, got up from the sofa, and was about to run again. Nan Zeyu glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, endured the pain and pulled her into his arms again.

She raised her eyes and was stunned. There was a big bump on his forehead. She looked at Nan Zeyu with pity, only to see that he was enduring the pain. She frowned and said angrily: I didn't expect that I am so powerful. I hit someone's forehead and made a bump. You deserve it.

Nan Zeyu was so angry that he almost laughed. He raised his hand to cover his forehead, and held Song Yuyan's shoulders tightly with his other big hand. He frowned, looked at her profile with his black eyes, and said aggrievedly: It hurts so much, it really hurts, baby, can you blow it for me?

The president of Nanda started to act like a spoiled child again, but Song Yuyan didn't buy it. She turned her head away and didn't look at him, Nan Zeyu, with a frown on his face. He took her little hand and touched his forehead. Song Yuyan was suddenly startled. She wanted to break free, but she couldn't.

I hit him so hard on the head, how can he still be so strong? At this time, Ye Mingxuan and Nanzhefang walked into the hall of the villa and walked towards the living room. Ye Mingxuan walked over quickly.