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

Nan Zeyu frowned and turned his eyes to look at Song Yuyan. She was still aggrieved in the last second, but she was smiling in the next second, as if, for her, the ankle injury had no effect on her. Song Yuyan noticed the look in his eyes and she restrained herself a little.

Shen Jiayi suddenly turned sideways and looked at Nan Zeyu with her beautiful eyes. His deep dark eyes met Shen Jiayi's. She raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "President Nan is really fierce. Look, Yanyan became more restrained as soon as you looked at her."

Nan Zeyu was slightly startled, looking at Shen Jiayi, his brows tightened, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he said gently: Maybe Xiaoyan likes me like this, Miss Shen. Song Yuyan stared at him and Jiayi with her watery eyes, and she didn't know why she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Nie Ranran came over excitedly and patted Song Yuyan on the shoulder. Song Yuyan was startled, raised her eyes, and looked at Nie Ranran with amusement. She frowned and said: Ranran, why are you so happy? Did you see something good?

Nie Ranran smiled happily, his teeth were so white that you could even see his gums. Nie Ranran touched his head and said happily: I don't know, hahaha, but, Yanyan, your room is really beautiful!

Seeing her envious eyes, Song Yuyan curled her lips and looked at Nie Ranran sweetly and said: But this is definitely not my room, Ranran, this room is...

Nie Ranran knew it, and quickly put her fingers on Song Yuyan's rosy lips, bent down and whispered in Song Yuyan's ear: I know, Yanyan, don't tell anyone, President Nan is still here!

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Zeyu saw Nie Ranran bending down and whispering something in Song Yuyan's ear. He looked away and looked at Nie Ranran deeply with his deep black eyes. Nie Ranran had just finished whispering to Song Yuyan when he saw Nan Zeyu's cold eyes looking over at him.

She was so scared that she quickly sat up and looked at Nan Zeyu who was sitting on the sofa with a nervous face. She said in a trembling voice: Nan Nan Nan, President! I'm sorry, I was whispering with Yanyan just now and didn't notice you.

Nie Ranran was so nervous that her legs were shaking slightly, she couldn't speak clearly, and there was some sweat on her forehead. Nan Zeyu frowned slightly and said in a daze: It's okay, Nie Ranran, don't be afraid.

Song Yuyan glanced at Nan Zeyu, then looked at Nie Ranran, whose legs were shaking slightly due to nervousness. She looked at Nie Ranran with watery eyes and a warm smile on her face: Don't be afraid, don't you know Nan Zeyu? Ranran, are you still afraid of your boss?

Nie Ranran was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Song Yuyan who was smiling warmly. She waved her hands in panic and said calmly: Of course not, no, Yanyan, I just, just...

Nie Ranran became nervous again. There was nothing she could do. Nan Zeyu's aura was too strong. Even if you didn't look into his dark eyes that were deep enough to scare you, he would make you shiver whether he was sitting or standing in front of you.

Nie Ranran and Shen Jiayi were sitting on the sofa chatting. Nan Zeyu walked back to the room with Song Yuyan in his arms. He gently put Song Yuyan on the bed, squatted down, stared at her with his deep black eyes, and said gently: Being able to stay with you like this now, I feel that going to work is no problem, baby.

Song Yuyan's watery eyes flashed with a hint of doubt. She looked straight at the gentle man. She lowered her eyes to look at him level, looking at his handsome face tenderly, and asked in a stunned voice: Hmm? Why do you say that? Ah Yu.

Nan Zeyu gently stroked the back of her head with his big hand, left a light kiss on her forehead, and said indifferently: I don’t know either, I’ll call Assistant Bai, and from tomorrow on, I will work in the villa until your ankle injury is healed, then I will go back to the company, baby.

After saying that, he quickly stood up and walked towards the French window. Assistant Bai was busy and exhausted when his cell phone rang. He took a look and saw that it was a call from President Nan. He quickly stood up, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button.

Nan Zeyu leaned on the sofa outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his legs lightly crossed. He looked at the girl sitting on the bed with his dark eyes and said coldly: I will not come to the company tomorrow. Xiaoyan injured her ankle yesterday. She cannot walk for a month and will work in the villa. You are responsible for anything in the company. In addition, just tell me about meetings, documents, and video conferences by email. Do you understand, Assistant Bai?

Assistant Bai was completely stunned. How could Miss Song sprain her ankle? He frowned, and quickly reacted, saying devoutly: "I understand, President Nan, I will take care of the company, please rest assured, President. Excuse me, why did Miss Song sprain her ankle?" President Nan.

Nan Zeyu frowned, his face darkened, and then he said in a cold voice: Because of food. After that, he hung up the phone. After the call, Nan Zeyu walked out of the French window and walked in front of Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan looked up and looked at Nan Zeyu with a sweet and lovely face.

She opened her arms innocently. Nan Zeyu threw his phone on the bed, bent down, picked her up, and let her sit on his lap. Song Yuyan's face flushed, her watery eyes were stunned for a moment, and she said seriously: No, Jiayi and Ranran are still sitting on the sofa! Ayu.

Her sweet and soft voice went straight into his heart, and he couldn't help but turn her little face around, sealed her red lips with his thin lips, and kissed her obsessively. Song Yuyan turned her whole body backwards, and his warm big hand held her right cheek, forcing her to kiss him.

He kissed her lips very carefully and attentively. Song Yuyan couldn't resist his attack and turned around, hugged his neck and responded to his kiss. In an instant, a hot feeling filled the room.

The two kissed passionately. Nie Ranran sat on the sofa, looking at his cell phone, then looking at the huge window opposite the sofa. The wind blew in from outside the window, making Nie Ranran shiver. Shen Jiayi glanced at Nie Ranran on the left, then she stood up, walked to the window and closed half of it.

Then, she sat back on the sofa. Nie Ranran turned her head to look at Shen Jiayi, and she introduced herself awkwardly: "Well, my name is Nie Ranran, and you? What do you do? I'm Yanyan's good friend in the company."

Shen Jiayi sat up straight, looking at Nie Ranran with a cold face. She raised her eyebrows and said in a calm voice: Shen Jiayi, Yanyan's best friend, is a doctor. Nie Ranran immediately stared at Shen Jiayi with shining eyes and said with admiration: Wow, Miss Shen is also a doctor, isn't that cool?

Shen Jiayi frowned slightly, and said coldly: "It's okay!" Then, the sofa fell into silence again. After a while, Song Yuyan broke free, and Nan Zeyu quickly gasped and let go of Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan wanted to get off his legs, but he didn't wait for Song Yuyan to take action.

Nan Zeyu held her on the bed, and then placed her injured ankle on his leg. Song Yuyan's red lips became even more rosy and lovely after being kissed by him. She looked at Nan Zeyu angrily with her watery eyes and said speechlessly: Look at you, I know my lips are swollen because of your kiss again!

Song Yuyan raised her hand and gently touched her lips. There was a little swelling. Her little face wrinkled and she glared at him angrily with an innocent look. Nan Zeyu lowered his head and chuckled. He pinched her snow-white little face and said lovingly: What's the matter, baby, don't be angry.

Song Yuyan turned her head away and didn't look at him, so Nan Zeyu put his big hands on her shoulders, massaging her, kneading her, and rubbing her little face with his nose. Song Yuyan tensed her body, frowned, and just didn't look at him.

Nan Zeyu had no choice but to get up and leave. Song Yuyan immediately turned around and said to him in a muffled voice: Where are you going? They are still sitting on the sofa, Ayu. Nan Zeyu turned around, looking at Song Yuyan helplessly with his dark eyes, and said helplessly: I have to go out. Aren't you angry? Let you calm down for a while, baby.

Song Yuyan's watery eyes seemed to be about to burst into tears in the next second. She looked at the cold and gloomy man opposite her weakly. She puffed up her red lips and said innocently: Don't go, I'm not angry anymore, Ayu. Nan Zeyu walked towards her again.

Leaning over the bed, his deep dark eyes looked tenderly at her innocent face. He touched her puffy little face with his big hands and said with a warm smile: Okay, I won’t leave, baby.

It was almost noon when Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu came out of the room together. Shen Jiayi heard the door open and got up from the sofa. Nie Ranran also got up from the sofa when she heard the sound. They both walked over at the same time.

Nie Ranran smiled meaningfully, looked at Song Yuyan, raised an eyebrow and said: You, what are you two doing in the room? Um... Song Yuyan glanced at Nan Zeyu unconsciously, only to see that he was as calm as water.

Shen Jiayi saw something and nudged Nie Ranran with her elbow. Nie Ranran quickly pretended that he knew nothing, walked up to Song Yuyan, and took her arm affectionately. Nie Ranran took Song Yuyan's arm and was about to leave.

When Song Yuyan lifted her right ankle, she felt a sharp pain and was about to fall on the carpet. Nan Zeyu's heart tightened and he immediately caught Song Yuyan who was about to fall on the carpet with both hands. He gently lifted her right ankle with his big hand to prevent the injured ankle from getting injured again.

Nie Ranran suddenly screamed when she saw it, she bent down, held Song Yuyan's waist, and said with a worried look: "Hold it well, Yanyan, is your ankle hurt?" Song Yuyan was stunned, and her right ankle was gently lifted up by him, and it was a little painful.

Song Yuyan looked straight at Nie Ranran who was bending over, and said sweetly: It's okay, Ranran, help me up. Nie Ranran put his hands on Song Yuyan's lower back and used the strength of his hands to lift Song Yuyan's lower back up.

Shen Jiayi was also shocked. She glanced at Nie Ranran with an angry look and said angrily: What are you doing? Yanyan's ankle is injured, don't you know? You are still holding her arm. Nie Ranran was instantly filled with a sense of grievance. Her eyes were hot and she looked like she was about to cry.

Song Yuyan looked at the angry Shen Jiayi, and she quickly comforted him: "No, no, no, it's okay, Jiayi, don't talk about Ranran." Nie Ranran lowered his head helplessly, his fingers crossed, and his shoulders trembled.

Song Yuyan stood up straight and lifted Nie Ranran's chin with her little hand. Nie Ranran raised her eyes and stared at Song Yuyan as if she had no tears. She said in a trembling voice: I'm sorry, Yanyan, it's my fault, don't be angry.

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, looked at Nie Ranran with sweet eyes, and said in a soft voice: Look at what you said, how could I be angry with you, Ranran, I'm fine, really.

The next second, the man, with a cold and handsome face, picked up Song Yuyan and said to the still angry Shen Jiayi: I will carry Xiaoyan downstairs first. While speaking, Nan Zeyu carried Song Yuyan past Nie Ranran and quickly turned around and walked towards the door.

When Shen Jiayi saw Nan Zeyu open the door neatly, she turned around and glared at Nie Ranran who was lowering her head. She said angrily: I really don’t know if you are pretending or doing it on purpose, Miss Nie, please pay attention. Also, Song Yuyan is not someone you can bully. She has me, Shen Jiayi!

After saying that, Shen Jiayi stepped on high-heeled boots, with a cold face, touched Nie Ranran's shoulder, and turned away quickly. Nie Ranran suddenly raised his head, pointed his finger at himself, and said in disbelief: I, I, I... How could I, bully Yanyan? Last time she had a quarrel with President Nan, she lived in my house.

Nan Zeyu carried Song Yuyan downstairs and walked straight towards the living room of the villa. Song Yuyan sat on the sofa, staring at Nan Zeyu with her watery eyes. She put her little hand on his cheek and rubbed it, then said with a warm smile: Are you angry? Ayu.

Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at Song Yuyan with a gloomy face, his dark eyes also darkened a little, and he said coldly: A little bit! Song Yuyan leaned her head on his chest, her small hands on his waist, raised her hand to stroke his side face, and said sweetly: Okay, don't be angry, but she saw you today and clearly saw that you might be a little afraid, so her mind was not very clear, but she didn't mean it.

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, but lowered his head and kissed her forehead, holding her shoulders with his big hands. Song Yuyan closed her watery eyes quietly, enjoying this second of time alone with him. She knew he was angry. After all, Nie Ranran was still an employee of his company, and he couldn't scold her in front of Jiayi, because it would make him look like a big shot.