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

The next morning, Song Yuyan's eyebrows moved slightly. She opened her watery eyes slightly, and there was still a sense of confusion in her eyes. She was startled, her eyes widened, and she quickly sat up from the bed and looked at the pillow. No one? Could it be that he was not in her room last night? No, she was clearly doing sex with him in the bathroom last night...

Thinking of last night, Song Yuyan's little face suddenly felt hot. She lowered her eyebrows, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips gently bit her lower lip, her watery eyes were clear and dazzling. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and stroked every place he touched with her little hands. Her ears felt hot.

After washing up, Song Yuyan walked out of the bathroom quickly and went to the closet. Today, she was wearing a water blue princess dress with fluffy fox fur on the water blue. The skirt was designed like a princess dress. She was wearing a milky white plush sweater inside. The milky white plush sweater, paired with the water blue fox fur princess dress, made her look even whiter!

Song Yuyan looked at herself in the dressing mirror with a pair of bright eyes. Her eyes were crystal clear and dazzling, like beautiful crystals at night. After changing her clothes and picking up her bag, Song Yuyan walked to the door and opened it.

When she reached the stairs, she saw Aunt Li coming up. She looked at Aunt Li gently and said with a sweet smile: "No need, I can go down by myself, Aunt Li, don't bother coming to the room to call me."

Song Yuyan took Li Ma's arm and walked downstairs slowly. Ye Mingxuan sat on the dining table chair, her beautiful eyes glanced at Nan Zeyu, whose mouth was curled up, and she asked tentatively: Xiaoyu, what's wrong? Is everything fine with Xiaoyan again? Xiaoyu.

Nan Zeyu was stunned. Looking at the screen of his mobile phone, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at Ye Mingxuan opposite him. His black eyes softened, his pupils dilated, and he whispered with his thin lips: Well, it's okay, Mom.

Ye Mingxuan wanted to ask something, but she saw Song Yuyan and Aunt Li walking into the restaurant together. She lowered her head and smiled softly, pretending that she knew nothing. Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan who was lowering her head and smiling softly, and said sweetly: Aunt Ye, good morning, did you sleep well last night?

Ye Mingxuan was stunned, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she said playfully: "Of course, good morning, Xiaoyan, please sit down!" Song Yuyan responded obediently, sat down next to Nan Zeyu, turned her head and looked at Li Ma and said gently: "Okay, Li Ma, serve breakfast!"

Song Yuyan was eating oatmeal and milk porridge and rosehip jelly cake like a little lady. Nan Zeyu glanced at her with his burning black eyes. He stretched out his big hands to Song Yuyan's lips, wiped them gently, looked at her with his black eyes, and said softly: Look, there are cake stains here, little confused baby.

Song Yuyan was stunned as she chewed the jelly cake, staring at his soft black eyes with a bulging mouth. When her watery eyes met his black eyes, her heart trembled violently, and suddenly, she started coughing.

This scared Nan Zeyu so much that he frowned again. He stood up, walked behind her, patted her back with his big hand and said coldly: It's okay, Xiaoyan, are you okay?

Song Yuyan coughed until her face turned red. She frowned and coughed slightly, panting: "Cough, cough, cough, cough, it's okay, Ayu, I'm fine." Nan Zeyu asked Li Ma to bring warm water.

Mother Li quickly turned around and walked out of the restaurant. A few minutes later, Mother Li came over with warm hot water in her hand. Nan Zeyu quickly took it and handed the warm hot water to Song Yuyan who was still coughing.

He frowned anxiously, blew the hot water gently, then walked in front of her, bent down, and held the bottom of the hot water cup with his fingers. Song Yuyan lowered her head and took the hot water cup from his hand as if she had seen a life-saving straw, raised her head, and drank the hot water in one gulp.

In the car, Nan Zeyu drove the Ferrari out of the villa intersection, he glanced at Song Yuyan with his dark and deep eyes, she fell asleep on the car window again with her head tilted, he turned on the heating button in the car, he looked down with his dark eyes, when he saw that there was a small hollow on the side of her waist, his handsome face sank.

While driving, he hurriedly took off his suit jacket and pressed it against her waist. It seemed that he would have to take some time to look at her closet some other day. What kind of skirt is this? But this aqua blue fox fur skirt really made her skin look even whiter, just like the whiteness of snow blending into her skin, even her waist was white.

His throat tightened, and his deep black eyes couldn't help but look at her upper body. When he saw her tight and full body, he felt hot. He accelerated the car to the maximum speed, driving along the road, flying all the way.

Half an hour later, the Ferrari sports car arrived at the company gate. Nan Zeyu looked at the screen of his mobile phone. It was exactly 9 o'clock. There was still some time. His handsome face gently approached her earlobe, and his thin lips kissed her lightly. Song Yuyan moaned softly with her red lips, sweet and soft.

Nan Zeyu seemed to be unable to control himself. He kissed her earlobe while pressing his big hand under her car seat. Then, he quickly opened the invisible mirror in the front of the car. Song Yuyan's brows twitched. She suddenly opened her watery eyes, turned sideways, and said in a daze: No, it will be halfway soon, Yu, don't do it here.

Nan Zeyu kissed her earlobe, then turned her little face with his big hand and looked into her stunned eyes, and said in a sexy voice: "Sorry, baby, just for a moment." After that, he sealed her red lips with passion, and his tongue skillfully opened her lips and teeth, sucking her tongue like a storm.

Another pair of big hands went directly around her waist, and he gently pressed her body down. After a while, Song Yuyan's whole body trembled continuously. She looked down at him under her, her small hands hugging his strong waist.

In the car, Song Yuyan's shy voice and Nan Zeyu's heavy breathing echoed. She felt that sooner or later she would be exhausted by what he did to her, but he really made her feel very comfortable.

It was almost 10 o'clock when the hot and romantic atmosphere in the car finally came to an end. Song Yuyan blushed and looked at him angrily with her watery eyes. She looked at his handsome face and said angrily: You really are... I can't stand you anymore, Nan Zeyu.

The man smiled coldly, picked up her skirt from the car seat and gently put it on her. Song Yuyan blushed and turned around. He zipped her up sexily and then kissed her lightly on the back of her shoulder.

She turned around again and looked at Nan Zeyu angrily with her watery eyes. Nan Zeyu looked at her angry face, he hugged her shoulders, and said softly and gently: Okay, baby, don't be angry, don't do this next time.

They got out of the car, he held her small hand with his big hand and walked into the company lobby with a faint smile, his deep black eyes gently glanced at her sweet profile. Song Yuyan's small hands tried to break free from his big hands, but he held them tighter.

After saying goodbye to him, Song Yuyan sat in the office chair. She stared at the computer screen with her watery eyes and turned on the computer. Nan Zeyu entered the office. He felt uncomfortable in his body and walked quickly to the lounge.

He walked to the bathroom in the lounge. More than an hour later, he walked out of the lounge again. What on earth had bewitched him about her? Why did he feel like his body was going to explode as soon as he touched her? He took a cold shower more than a dozen times.

Nie Ranran walked to her office. She looked at Song Yuyan in front of her and said cheerfully in a pleasant voice: Good morning, Yanyan! Song Yuyan stopped typing, turned around and looked at Nie Ranran who was sitting behind her. She smiled sweetly and responded sweetly: Good morning, Ranran.

Nan Zeyu was working on some documents. His dark eyes glanced at the mobile phone next to him. He wanted to call her to come to the office. He took the phone and was about to press her number when he put it down again.

No, no, no, it would be bad if she came to the office rashly and let the professionals talk about her. He put on a cold face again and lowered his head to hurry up with today's documents. No matter what, he didn't want her to suffer any rumors.

During lunch, Song Yuyan looked at Nie Ranran standing beside her, typing today's document seriously, and said calmly: Ranran, I won't go to the restaurant for lunch, you can bring it up for me!

Nie Ranran stared at Song Yuyan and said cheerfully: "Okay, Yanyan, I'll get you some more dishes, then I'll go to the restaurant." Song Yuyan nodded gently, she glanced at Nie Ranran, turned around and left. The reason she did this was that she didn't want to see Xia Rounuan. Thinking of seeing Xia Rounuan in the elevator on Saturday, she was shocked.

Song Yuyan didn't think much about it and continued to concentrate on typing the words on the document. At this moment, the cell phone suddenly rang, and the screen was lit up. The ringtone made Song Yuyan's irritable little face angry.

She reached out and took the phone next to the computer screen. Without turning on the screen, she quickly swiped the answer button. When Wen Zichen heard the call was connected, his jade-like eyes lit up and he said happily: Yuyan, it's me, where are you?

Song Yuyan frowned, staring at the computer screen with her watery eyes, typing on the keyboard with her fingers, holding the phone in her right hand, and then quickly blurted out to the other end of the phone: I'm in Nan Group, what's wrong? You are...

Wen Zichen was really happy to hear Song Yuyan's sweet voice. He immediately responded happily: Nan Group? Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon. After that, he quickly hung up the phone.

When Song Yuyan heard the sound of the call being hung up, she picked up the phone in confusion. When she saw that the caller ID was Wen Zichen's, her mind was in a mess and she stood up quickly. It was over, it was over, why didn't she react?

Why did she still say that she was in Nan Group? She quickly glanced upstairs not far away. If Nan Zeyu knew about this, she would be finished. Song Yuyan scratched her head like crazy and leaned back in her office chair in a daze.

She closed her watery eyes in pain, slapped her forehead hard with her hands, and quickly stood up and looked at the computer screen. Song Yuyan hurriedly glanced at the screen of her mobile phone. It was 11 o'clock now. It should be in time to go downstairs to the company gate. Don't let Wen Zichen come to the company gate!

Song Yuyan quickly stood up, glanced at the computer screen, took her phone, pulled out her chair, turned around, and ran quickly towards the elevator. Wen Zichen drove his Porsche out of the parking lot of the Baifu Group. Whenever he heard Song Yuyan's voice, it was hard for him not to get excited.

No matter where she was, as long as she said a word, he would fly to her. He drove his Porsche, driving fast on the road, driving at the highest speed.

Song Yuyan entered the elevator and saw Nie Ranran. Nie Ranran was stunned. Seeing Song Yuyan's anxious face, he asked in confusion: What's wrong? Yanyan, where are you going? I brought you lunch.

Song Yuyan hurriedly pulled Nie Ranran's arm out of the elevator, then quickly walked into the elevator and said to Nie Ranran nervously: "Ah, nothing, I have something to do, I'll come up later." After that, the elevator door closed quickly.

Nie Ranran took the lunch for Song Yuyan and looked at the elevator. She was stunned. What happened to Yanyan? She looked anxious. The elevator quickly reached the first floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, many employees suddenly rushed into the elevator.

She was pushed back a few steps, and seeing that the elevator door was about to close again, Song Yuyan shouted: Wait, wait, wait, I want to go out. She walked forward with all her strength, her little face pale, and squeezed out of the elevator with great effort.

She squatted down and took a deep breath. After her breath was steady, Song Yuyan stood up, clutching her phone tightly in her hand, and ran forward. When she passed the front desk, a staff member touched the arm of the staff next to her and said in surprise: Hey, hey, hey, isn't that Mr. Nan's young wife? Why did she come down?

Then, the rest of the employees stopped their work and looked up at Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan's legs were sore from running, and she ran down another flight of stairs. She panted and cursed as she ran: "This, this company, why is it so big? I give up."

Song Yuyan ran to the door of the company, looked around with her watery eyes, and then looked at the intersection opposite the company. She bent over, panting, and breathed deeply. At this moment, there was a sound of brakes stopping.

Song Yuyan looked up suddenly and saw Wen Zichen's Porsche. When Wen Zichen saw Song Yuyan, he smiled gently and opened the car door. Song Yuyan walked over with a pale face. Wen Zichen got out of the car and saw her pale face. He frowned and walked forward.