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

The next morning, Song Yuyan frowned. She was about to turn over and continue sleeping when suddenly a knocking sound woke her up. Song Yuyan narrowed her watery eyes which were not yet awake. She quietly opened her eyes and turned over. She saw the man leaning on the bed with his legs crossed. The laptop was on his legs and he was typing intently.

His beautiful fingers were smooth and delicate, with the fingertips and gaps clearly visible, his nails were a light pink, and his hand bones and blood vessels were clear, with a few blue veins. It didn't feel abrupt, Song Yuyan, resting her chin on his thigh, looked up at him with a pair of watery eyes, shining brightly with clear eyes.

Nan Zeyu glanced at the lovely girl with her chin resting on his thigh. He leaned down and looked into her eyes with his deep black eyes. Song Yuyan looked at the handsome man who suddenly approached her tenderly. Her heart skipped a beat and she said in a soft voice: You scared me, Ayu, I...

Nan Zeyu put the laptop on his lap aside, stroked her snow-white little face with his big hands, pinched it gently, and said lovingly: Baby, why don’t you sleep on my lap, don’t sleep on the bed, it’s more comfortable to sleep on my lap.

Song Yuyan's ears felt hot and her face flushed. She curled her eyes with tears in her eyes and pouted: "No, no, I want to go back to sleep. But, what time is it now?"

Nan Zeyu raised his hand, looked at his watch, and said in a cold voice: It's past 10 o'clock, I'm rushing to finish the plan sent by Assistant Bai via email, what's wrong? Baby. Song Yuyan shook her head and stretched out her little hand from the quilt. The man took her hand and held her fingers tightly.

Song Yuyan was stunned. Nan Zeyu didn't care whether she agreed or not. He pressed her little head on his thigh and said in a strong manner: Just sleep on my legs, don't talk, and go to sleep quickly! Song Yuyan's whole face was suddenly pressed on his legs. Her little face was hot and her heart was pounding.

Song Yuyan had no choice but to close her eyes and continue to sleep. He glanced at her on his lap, picked up the laptop next to him, placed it on his left leg, and tapped the keyboard gently. While rushing to work on the plan, he turned his eyes to look at Song Yuyan. But for him, this was not a problem at all...

He typed very quickly, and in less than a few seconds, half of the proposal draft on the computer screen was already typed. Nan Zeyu narrowed his deep black eyes slightly, and then he lowered his head and gazed at the lovely girl on his lap with tender eyes.

His warm hands covered her with the quilt that had fallen to the side, and then he put his hands on her back and patted her gently, just like coaxing a baby to sleep in a crib, with the same gentleness.

When Song Yuyan woke up, she opened her watery eyes and felt around. He was no longer in the room. She slowly sat up from the bed and was about to get out. At this moment, the door was opened and Nan Zeyu walked in with a cold face.

Song Yuyan stared at him in a daze. He walked over quickly, stood in front of her, lowered his head and said seriously: If I don't come, will you get out of bed? I told you that your ankle is injured now, you can't walk too much!

Song Yuyan could clearly hear the anger, helplessness and confusion in his voice. Song Yuyan suddenly felt a little aggrieved. Her watery eyes were like beads with broken strings. She looked up at him straight, tears welling up in her eyes and then falling on both sides of her cheeks.

Nan Zeyu's heart tightened, realizing that his tone was wrong. He quickly squatted down, held her cheeks with his big hands, and gently kissed away the tears on her cheeks. Song Yuyan looked at him calmly, and said in a calm voice: Yes, it's my fault, I don't want to rely on you, I want to try to make myself stronger.

Nan Zeyu felt a dull pain in his heart, as if a needle was piercing his heart. He hugged Song Yuyan into his arms, put his big hands on the back of her head, rubbing it gently, and said with a caring voice: Don't cry, baby, it's my fault, I shouldn't be so mean to you, please stop crying, I just went to wash up.

Song Yuyan pushed him away and tried to get out of bed with her arms. Nan Zeyu, with a frown on his face, picked her up from the bed without saying a word. Song Yuyan grabbed both sides of his shirt and looked at his profile with red eyes.

He carried her to the bathroom and carefully brushed her teeth and washed her face. Song Yuyan still didn't say a word, and continued to stare at him with red eyes. She felt very aggrieved. She didn't want to be like this, but why did he scold her in an angry tone? She felt very suffocated in her heart, so suffocated that she couldn't breathe.

Nan Zeyu helped her brush her teeth and then washed her face. Song Yuyan leaned against the mirror on the washstand, her watery eyes always filled with tears as she looked at Nan Zeyu. She didn't cry out loud, but just shed tears of grievance.

Nan Zeyu didn't dare to look at her red eyes. His face was cold and he gently wiped the facial cleanser off her cheek with his big hands. Song Yuyan's watery eyes suddenly flashed and she looked at Nan Zeyu with a trace of boredom in her eyes and said calmly: I'm like this, don't you care about me at all? Are my tears worthless? You just let it be like this... mmm.

Before Song Yuyan finished speaking, the man suddenly put the towel on the sink, raised his hand to lift her jawbone, and kissed her red lips with a hint of coolness. Song Yuyan frowned and tried to push him away with both hands, but he had already sensed it. He held her small hand tightly with his big hand and held it in his palm.

Song Yuyan's mind went blank after being kissed by him. She only felt numbness on her lips and a tingling sensation in her jawbone. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly let go of her, bent down slightly, and pressed his thin lips against her pretty brow, caressing her gently.

Song Yuyan felt a chill on her brow, yet also his unique warmth. The anger that was about to explode in her heart was instantly calmed down. Song Yuyan's small hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and she leaned her face against his chest.

Nan Zeyu paused, put his big hand on her back, and the other big hand on the back of her head, stroking her gently. His dark eyes lit up, the corners of his lips raised, and he said in a deep voice: Okay, I was wrong just now, don't be sad, okay? Don't you know how much my heart hurts when you cry?

When Song Yuyan heard this, she let go of him, looked up at him blankly, and said in a daze: "Really? Ah Yu, my tears will make you feel heartbroken?" Nan Zeyu lowered his head and stared at her clear and dazzling eyes like crystal. He nodded indifferently.

Taking her little hand and placing it on her heart, Song Yuyan was shocked. She could hear her strong heartbeat in her palm, thump, thump, thump!!! The sound of his heartbeat was imprinted on her palm, making her cold little hand warm up.

After washing up, Nan Zeyu applied medicine to her injured right ankle. Song Yuyan still endured the pain and didn't let herself make any sound. His dark eyes sank, and he turned to look at her. He frowned, her red lips tightly closed, and said with a distressed look on his face: Silly baby, just shout if it hurts, after all, you are a little injured.

Song Yuyan shook her head but didn't shout out, which made Nan Zeyu's heart tighten and he felt so distressed that he wished he was the one suffering and taking the pain instead of her. Song Yuyan broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. She closed her watery eyes and pretended that she didn't feel the pain.

Nan Zeyu applied the anti-swelling ointment on her ankle very gently, very gently and very carefully. Every time he rubbed her ankle with his fingers, Song Yuyan's hair stood on end in pain and her brows furrowed. She seemed to be numb from the pain and could not cry, but tears welled up in her eyes.

After applying the medicine, Nan Zeyu combed her hair into a neat bun. Song Yuyan looked at herself in the dressing mirror with disbelief. The bun was refreshing, simple and uncomplicated, which made her full and high head look even more beautiful, just like a peeled egg, round, plump and three-dimensional.

Song Yuyan leaned her head on his waist, looked up at him with a gentle face, and said in disbelief: "Is this your first time learning this?" Ah Yu, you don't look like a novice, I can't even tie a bun like this myself.

The man bent down and kissed her nose. He looked at her pink face with his deep black eyes and said with a warm smile: I learned it for you, baby, do you like it? Song Yuyan looked up at her and smiled sweetly, with the corners of her eyes curved into a crescent shape, and said softly: I'm simply in love with it!

After dressing her up, he was worried about Song Yuyan being alone in the room, so he carried her downstairs and went straight to his room. There was a secret study in Nan Zeyu's room, in the corner next to the wine cabinet.

Song Yuyan glanced at him with a puzzled look, and said in a daze: Didn't you say you were going to work? What are you doing here? Ah Yu. Nan Zeyu curled the corners of his lips, put his big hand on the key, pressed it lightly, and suddenly, the door slowly opened.

The lights inside lit up instantly, the door opened, and a huge study appeared in front of Song Yuyan. When Song Yuyan saw it, her pupils suddenly widened. She looked at Nan Zeyu and said in disbelief: This, this, this is a study? Wow...

The study is designed in warm orange color, so it won't feel freezing cold even in the cold winter. It's cozy in the study and won't feel stuffy. Nan Zeyu carried her to a massage chair at the back of the study. She sat on the massage chair in a daze. Nan Zeyu bent down and stroked her little face, and said gently: "Be good, baby. I'm going to work. You just sit here. Just call me if you need anything."

Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses, looked at Nan Zeyu sweetly, and said in a daze: "Oh, okay, okay, go ahead, I'll wait for you here." Nan Zeyu turned his head and kissed her on the left cheek, then stood up and walked to the left side of the study.

Song Yu lay lazily on the massage chair. There was a place for ankles under the massage chair. She put her ankles under it and put her small hands on both sides of the massage chair. She blinked her watery eyes and tried to press a few buttons on both sides of the massage chair.

With just a press of a button, the massage chair instantly moved 360 degrees left and right, up and down, and also had a full-body massage system. Song Yuyan was stunned and almost screamed. She looked at the left side of the study and saw the man sitting at a huge long table, hugging her back to back.

In front of her was a huge electronic screen with densely packed text on it. She couldn't understand what it was, but it must be some important document from his work, right?

Suddenly, the voice of Assistant Bai was heard on the electronic screen. Song Yuyan turned the massage chair and it automatically turned to Nan Zeyu's office. Although it was dozens of meters away, every word of Assistant Bai's voice was still heard by Song Yuyan.

Nan Zeyu looked at the electronic screen, frowned, and said coldly: Which group wrote this copy, it's so messy? Assistant Bai, how do you manage it... The man's majestic and cold voice reached Assistant Bai's ears through the electronic screen. Assistant Bai shuddered violently and he stood up quickly.

Looking at Nan Zeyu in the IAP, President Nan stared at him with cold eyes. Assistant Bai frowned and said with fear: It's from the financial market management team. Xia Rounuan drove him out, President Nan.

Nan Zeyu's eyes darkened, his face turned cold, and he frowned and said: "It's unqualified, tell her and let her do it again! Next group." Song Yuyan was shocked. The person Assistant Bai just mentioned was "Xia Rounuan"? She heard it clearly, it was her.

Song Yuyan felt uneasy again. She didn't know why she felt uneasy whenever she heard the name Xia Rounuan. She told herself that there was nothing between him and Xia Rounuan, but she was very concerned and even afraid that Xia Rounuan would secretly compete with him for Nan Zeyu...

Song Yuyan listened and felt her eyelids twitching. She leaned her head against the back of the massage chair. The massage chair was equipped with a massage system, and she fell asleep quickly. She exerted force on her back, and the massage chair became a bed. She pulled the backrest down, revealing a flat shape.

The report work did not end until noon, and then the electronic screen was switched to conference mode. The man started the video conference with a cold and expressionless face. He started the conference for more than three hours. After the meeting, Nan Zeyu rubbed his brow tiredly.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and quickly got up from the chair and walked quickly to Song Yuyan. Seeing her sweet appearance while sleeping, he curled the corners of his lips slightly. The massage chair became a bed directly, and he took off his coat and gently put it on Song Yu's shoulders.