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

Nanjia Villa

Soon, a month has passed today, and tomorrow will be exactly one month. Song Yuyan's ankle has almost recovered, and she can walk, go downstairs, and even walk briskly. After Song Yuyan washed up, she slowly walked to the closet and opened the closet door.

She was wearing a light blue knitted skirt with a flowing hem, which made her legs look long, straight, white and almost transparent. She could walk with her right ankle touching the ground, so he didn't need to come to her room every day to pick out clothes for her.

Her clear eyes, as clear as crystal, stared at herself in the dressing mirror. Her eyes were as clear and moving as water. Her long eyelashes were quietly covered under her eyelids, flickering very charmingly, and her jelly-like red lips were moist and translucent.

With a look of joy, she opened the dressing cabinet under the mirror and saw all kinds of big-name cosmetics inside. Song Yuyan picked up a lip gloss at random, unscrewed the cap, gently dipped the lip liquid in the bottle, and then applied it evenly on the upper and lower lips in front of the mirror.

The red lips painted with lip gloss have a sweet and light peach fragrance, delicate lip lines, and full and round lips. Song Yuyan tied her hair into a low ponytail again, then picked up a crystal comb and combed the bangs on both sides of her forehead into an eight-shaped shape. She curled the corners of her lips sweetly in front of the dressing mirror.

She stood up and walked towards the door carefully. When she opened the door, she saw Aunt Li standing outside. Song Yuyan said sweetly: Good morning, Aunt Li, my ankle will be one month old tomorrow, hehe.

She had curved eyebrows and a sweet smile. Her eyes were clear and bright. Seeing her like this, Li Ma walked up to her and took her arm with a friendly look. Song Yuyan sweetly took Li Ma's arm, then walked out of the room and closed the door.

Li Ma wanted to help her walk downstairs, but Song Yuyan frowned and said unhappily: "No, I can walk by myself. I'll go downstairs first, Li Ma." As she spoke, Song Yuyan had already walked downstairs happily, and Li Ma followed behind her with a nervous look on her face, and said nervously: "Oh, slow down, Miss Song, you can't walk too fast."

After going downstairs, Song Yuyan saw him standing at the stairs with a sullen face. Song Yuyan slowed down and walked towards him. When Aunt Li saw Master Nan suddenly appear at the stairs, she panicked and said with a trembling face: Master, Master, what are you doing... Then I'll go to the restaurant first!

After saying that, Li Ma didn't dare to look at Nan Zeyu, who had a cold face. She lowered her head and hurriedly ran past him downstairs. Song Yuyan's snow-white skin blushed slightly. She looked at Li Ma's running back, was stunned for a moment, and walked towards him.

Nan Zeyu retracted his gaze from Li Ma and looked at her. His deep black eyes sank for a moment. He lifted her chin between his thumb and fingers, then put his big hand around her waist and said indifferently: You have become more capable, right? What did I tell you, Song Yuyan?

Song Yuyan's body stiffened, her face turned pale, and her hands were clenched tightly. She closed her watery eyes and said nervously: "You can't run, you can't walk too fast, and you can't walk in a jumping manner." She knew that the man was angry at the moment, and the cold aura on him enveloped her. She didn't dare to breathe...

He glanced at her with his dark eyes, his face was as cold as ice, and his thin lips said coldly: What about you, how did you do it, you just... Song Yuyan shook her shoulders nervously, Nan Zeyu smiled coldly, and said in a deep voice: Why are you shaking, are you scared? Then why weren't you scared just now?

Song Yuyan didn't dare to speak for a long time, but she kept her eyes tightly closed, clenched her hands, and tilted her head back slightly. She felt a sharp pain in her chin. He was really angry again. She remembered every word he said to her in the last second, but she forgot it in a few days.

The man's heart was still as soft as a puddle of water. Seeing how nervous she was, he withdrew the force that he was holding on her chin, and his warm big hands held her tightly in his arms. Song Yuyan was stunned, and she was held in his arms again.

Song Yuyan hooked her arms around his sexy neck, sniffed his scent greedily, put her head on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: I made you angry again, Mr. Nan, it's my problem, please don't be hard on me, okay?

The girl's sweet, soft and sweet voice reached his ear bone. He placed his big hand on her back, and then he put his thin lips under her earlobe and kissed her fiercely as if punishing her. Song Yuyan's face turned red, and she felt him kissing her earlobe fiercely as if punishing her.

She bit her lower lip and moaned a few times. Nan Zeyu's throat tightened and he panted and said in a low voice: "Save the punishment for now, and you will return it to me in full tomorrow night, understand, baby." Song Yuyan's body trembled slightly, and her voice was sweet: "You know that tomorrow will be a month, Ayu, okay!"

Nan Zeyu kissed her earlobe again. He released his big hand that was pressing on the back of her head and kissed her neck and collarbone. His strength was gentle and soft, with the gravity of a kitten. Song Yuyan tilted her head slightly, and her red lips rested under his ear.

Aunt Li called Mrs. Ye, and Ye Mingxuan and Aunt Li walked quickly to the stairs. They were both stunned and looked at each other. Ye Mingxuan looked at the scene of the two people being affectionate at the bottom of the stairs, her face lit up, and she said coquettishly: He is worthy of being my son. He makes Xiaoyan so submissive to him wherever he is. Aunt Li, please don't disturb him.

Ye Mingxuan glanced at Li Ma beside her. Li Ma was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "Ah? Madam Ye, I know." Ye Mingxuan looked at the place not far away with a gentle smile, while Li Ma looked at her in confusion. Madam, it seems that she is not opposed to the young master being openly affectionate with Miss Song?

In the evening, after dinner, he carried Song Yuyan upstairs quickly. Song Yuyan leaned on him like a dependent, her watery eyes gazing at his handsome face. Nan Zeyu carried her upstairs, turned his eyes to look at her, and said indifferently: Well, what's wrong? Baby

Song Yuyan looked away and said calmly: No, no, no, nothing, I just felt that time passed so quickly and today is over. Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, but just smiled calmly. She wanted to say that time passed so quickly and it was difficult for him to stay with her for another month.

On the sofa, Song Yuyan sat obediently, looking at him squatting below her. He was applying medicine to her right ankle. This was the last day of applying medicine tonight. He slowly untied the bandage and then the bow. The ankle was no longer red, swollen, or scabby.

Nan Zeyu stretched out his hand and gently pressed her ankle a few times, then raised his eyes and looked at her with a gentle face, and said calmly: How is it? Do you think your ankle will hurt when I press it like this? Baby

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly at his obsidian-like eyes, her eyes curved like a moon, and said softly: It doesn't hurt, really, Ayu, it really doesn't hurt at all. These days, Nan Ze really took good care of her ankle, from applying medicine to her ankle, disinfecting, relieving pain, to ice compress, repeating it in turn, and he didn't complain to her at all.

The same went for bathing. He wet a hot towel, gently lifted her ankles, and wiped her legs carefully. Then, he asked the servant to temporarily add a curtain in the bathroom in her room. She took a bath through the curtain while he helped wipe her legs.

Soon, Song Yuyan felt a slight coolness coming from her ankle. He disinfected her ankle, relieved the pain, and reduced the swelling. She leaned back comfortably on the sofa, put her head on the back, and gently closed her watery eyes. His technique was gentle, slow, skilled, and steady.

Half an hour later, she felt her feet leave the ground. He carried her to the bathroom to take a bath again. In the bathroom, Song Yuyan took off her clothes with her back to him and walked towards the bathtub carefully. Then, after taking a look at his back, she quickly closed the curtain.

He heard the sound of the curtain being drawn, turned around, and walked quickly to the bathtub. Song Yuyan put her legs outside the curtain. He bent down and picked up the towels lined up on the bath rack. Then, he put the towels in the bathtub with his big hands and gently wet them.

Song Yuyan felt his warm touch on her legs, her face blushed shyly, and she said coquettishly: After tonight, you don't have to wipe my legs, Ayu. He didn't say anything, but lowered his head, and gently lifted her right ankle with a serious face to prevent the hot water from flowing onto the gauze.

Song Yuyan curled her lips sweetly, but when she thought of what he said to her at the stairs this morning, her face instantly became hot. Would he do it again tomorrow night? Thinking of this, her ears became hot. She could just pay it back. It was not like she had not been punished by him before.

After a moment, Nan Zeyu's pair of dark eyes darkened. Her legs were as white as snow, and her legs were beautifully shaped. The big hand holding her ankle had hot fingers. He suddenly felt a hot feeling rushing to his head.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Hurry up and finish your bath. Don't play with water. Got it." Song Yuyan's face was burning hot. Her watery eyes trembled and she said in a trembling voice: "Okay, I got it. I'll be right there." She heard something wrong with his voice, so she didn't play with the hot water on her arms, collarbones, and neck.

After taking a shower, he carried her out of the bathroom and walked to the sofa. Then, he put her on the sofa, bent over, and stroked her pink little face with his big hands, staring at her with his deep black eyes like fire.

With a forbearing look on her face, she said: "Wait for me, don't go back to the room yet, I'm going to take a shower, baby." Song Yuyan stared blankly into his dark eyes, and said with a sweet face: "Okay, I'll wait for you, as for you... forget it, go quickly!"

Nan Zeyu frowned and gently pressed his thin lips on both sides of her cheeks. Then, he stood up and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Song Yuyan put her ankles on the map and turned her head to look at the bathroom door. She could vaguely hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.

The man made her hear the shy panting, the sound was so loud that Song Yuyan heard it. Her face turned red and her ears were burning. He did not go to the bathtub, but went to the shower head and turned it on.

Nan Zeyu closed his eyes. The warm water flowed from the shower head to the top of his head, down to his neck and collarbone, and then down a little bit. After taking a shower, he still felt a burning sensation in his body. He had no choice but to...

Song Yuyan's face turned red as if it had exploded, because she heard a man's loud voice coming from the bathroom. She knew that he was releasing his passion, but this voice was too scary. She didn't know how long he had endured her.

Song Yuyan was about to fall asleep on the sofa, but the sound continued. She shook her head helplessly. Men, it's okay if they don't bear it, but once they explode, they are really as scary as wolves and tigers. She turned her head and glanced at the clock behind her. It was already 12 o'clock...

Song Yuyan was speechless until 2: in the morning, when the bathroom door opened. When Song Yuyan heard the bathroom door open, she turned around and saw Nan Zeyu walking towards her with a calm face. Her body instantly tensed up and her shoulders trembled.

Until his big hands circled her neck from behind, his thin lips rested on her collarbone, and he said softly: Well, I'm fine, baby. Song Yuyan's face sank, how can you say you've taken a good bath? You're clearly... Whose good person takes a 3-hour bath?

Song Yuyan smiled softly and said in a sweet voice: "You really took a long bath...Mr. Nan, it's already early in the morning, are you still going to sleep?" Nan Zeyu's face turned cold, and he did a handsome side flip, jumped onto the sofa like a magic trick, and then sat cross-legged in front of Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan's watery eyes suddenly opened wide, her red lips opened wide enough to fit several eggs, and she stared at him sitting opposite her in a daze. She said in shock: Mr. Nan, how did you... appear on the sofa all of a sudden? I haven't...

Song Yuyan heard her heart pounding, and her throat was stiff and her tongue was tied. Her watery eyes met his cold black eyes, and he said jokingly: What's wrong? Baby, are you scared?

Song Yuyan looked at him in a daze, came back to her senses, and said in a daze: Don't tell me you can do all kinds of dodging spells or something? Nan Zeyu was so amused by his words that he fell over laughing. Song Yuyan looked at him in a daze as he continued to laugh.

He laughed so hard that his face turned red. He said in a choking voice: "Why are you so cute? I'm the CEO of the company. How can I do any magic tricks? Baby, you are so funny, do you know that?" Hahahahahaha

Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: What's so funny about laughing? I'll make you laugh to death. So, Mr. Nan, it's already 2:, are you going to sleep tonight?

She smiled sweetly through gritted teeth and glared at him angrily. The next second, the man pulled her into his arms, and before she could react, he straightened her head with his big hands and kissed her red lips wildly. His lips and tongue forcefully pried open her red lips, and he drove straight in, conquering the city, so fast that she was dazed.

It was like this again, he kissed her wildly without waiting for her to react. Song Yuyan didn't close her eyes, but stared at him blankly. Who said you have to close your eyes when kissing? She didn't want to, she wanted to see what it was like when he kissed her.

Suddenly, her eyes went dark, and his big hand covered her eyes. In the darkness, he also gave her a gentle kiss, from the wildness at the beginning to the gentleness and warmth. Song Yuyan slowly sank, and she leaned limply in his arms.

After the kiss, Song Yuyan's face turned red. She glanced at him with a red face and said helplessly: Mr. Nan, can you give me a heads-up before kissing me next time so that I can be prepared? I can't breathe.

Nan Zeyu reached out his hand to caress her cheek lovingly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead tenderly, looked at her deeply, and said with a faint smile: If I tell you, it won't be called a kiss, right? Silly baby.

Song Yuyan's crystal clear eyes looked at him with a watery look, her face flushed, and she said coquettishly: "Okay, so that's how it is, it's not a kiss if you tell me? I only know it after you tell me."

At 3 o'clock in the morning, Song Yuyan fell asleep in his arms. He lowered his head and looked at her in his arms. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her face was rosy, as pink as peach blossoms and as white as snow. The bedside lamp was still on. He couldn't sleep, so he gently let her go.

He covered her with a blanket, and lay on his side, looking at her face, which was as pretty as a doll. It seemed that he could not see her enough. Nan Zeyu said in a low voice: You, you are asleep. I have to watch you until my eyelids start to droop, and then I can fall asleep. Go to sleep, I am here!

The man held her waist and patted her back gently with his big hands. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a bright moon was shining on her face. Song Yuyan was sleeping on her left and Nan Zeyu was lying on her right, so the moon was shining right on her face.

Her quiet, sweet, delicate little face and her exquisite and delicate eyebrows seemed even more beautifully carved, especially her petite lips. He approached gently, then lowered his head slightly, held her red lips, and kissed her softly.

The next day, Song Yuyan opened her watery eyes, supported herself on the quilt with her arms, and sat up. She lifted the quilt, got off the ground, and stood up. Her ankle really didn't hurt at all, and there was no more cramping sensation from her ankle to the carpet. She tried to walk a few quick steps.

She walked from the bed to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the door, spread her arms, then turned around and walked back to the room. Her ankle was really healed. After just a few steps, she didn't feel any discomfort in her ankle. Song Yuyan was as happy as a child. She jumped a few times on the carpet and her ankle didn't hurt.

Okay, the ankle is healed. She froze and looked towards the door. He was looking at her with a cold face, which scared her so much that she fell on the bed. Song Yuyan looked at his cold eyes and couldn't help but shrink her neck. Nan Zeyu walked over with a cold face.

He said calmly: Jump, why don't you continue jumping? Come, I'll watch you. Song Yuyan quickly sat up, knelt on the bed, hooked her hand around his neck, and said carefully: Are you angry again? Nan Zeyu said nothing, and looked at her with dark eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yuyan obediently kissed his cold thin lips. She stroked the back of his head in a flattering manner and kissed his thin lips seriously. She kissed him lightly with such deep affection, tenderness, and seduction.

Nan Zeyu frowned slightly, pushed her onto the bed, then leaned over and pressed her down, saying seductively: "Well, today is exactly one month, and my ankle is healed today, so you have to compensate me!" Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and said with a silly look: "Ah, didn't you say tonight? I want it now..."

Before she could finish her words, he picked her up madly, and then held her to sit on his lap, and pressed his hot kisses on her red lips as if punishing her. The kiss was even more passionate than last night's. After forbearing for most days, he wanted her to return the favor today!