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

Song Yuyan's shoulders shrank slightly, and she glanced at him with her pure and clear eyes. She trotted forward obediently, smiling sweetly, and said, "It's like this, he..." When Song Yuyan said this, she turned her head to look at Xia Jinghao who was not far behind her. She saw him with his hands in his pockets, and the iced Americano in his hand was placed on the ground. He could actually play with iced Americano like this? She had learned something new today...

Nan Zeyu's long eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his expression became increasingly gloomy, he forcefully grabbed her into his arms, holding her small waist with his big hands. Song Yuyan felt her small waist tighten, she suddenly looked back, meeting his murderous and cold black eyes, his pupils dilated, then shrank, looking straight at her with a cold look in his eyes.

The man's handsome face turned pale with anger, and he said coldly: You dare to look at other men in front of me, huh? Song Yuyan, I see you don't take my words to heart?

Song Yuyan stared at his cold black eyes in a daze, and then she said anxiously: No, no, no, no, Ayu, I... The more she spoke, the more she didn't know how to explain to him, so she simply lowered her head and remained silent.

When Nan Zeyu saw her like this, he was so angry that he was about to throw the cake bag he bought from the cake shop to the ground. Song Yuyan glanced at him from the corner of her eye, and hurriedly looked up to stop his action. She stood on tiptoe and snatched the cake bag from his hand, then held it tightly in her palm, holding it tightly like a treasure.

The man suddenly raised her chin and forced her to look at him. He couldn't help laughing and said: What, can't you think of what to say? Tell me, why is Xia Jinghao here... Song Yuyan

Nan Zeyu's cold voice was so cold, without a trace of warmth, that it made her feel as if her bone marrow was pierced. How could she say it? How could she explain it, as if she had done something wrong to him...

Song Yuyan felt a tearing pain in her jawbone. She frowned slightly but kept silent. Nan Zeyu's face became even colder. His deep black eyes pierced her watery eyes fiercely, scaring her so much that her face turned pale and her heart trembled violently.

Just then, he saw Xia Jinghao walking towards him with a cold face. He let go of Song Yuyan all of a sudden, then subconsciously pulled her into his arms. His big hand tightly held her small hand, and his deep black eyes stared at him warily.

Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she saw Xia Jinghao walking towards her with a sullen face. Song Yuyan waved at him awkwardly. Xia Jinghao curled the corners of his lips playfully. He walked quickly over and stood side by side with Nan Zeyu and Song Yuyan.

Nan Zeyu glanced at Xia Jinghao, his face was cold, his lips were thin and he spoke softly, with a look of alertness: It's you again, Mr. Xia, what are you doing here, how long have you been here...

Xia Jinghao lowered his head and drank some hot American coffee. He glanced at Nan Zeyu with his charming brown eyes. He smiled and said, "From Mr. Nan's tone, do you think I showed up here on purpose? Hahaha, you are so wary of me! It seems that you are very nervous about your little ancestor!"

Song Yuyan frowned and looked up at his profile. She asked in confusion: What do you mean? Why am I the little ancestor again? What are you doing? Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at her, saying indifferently: I will explain this to you when we get back to the villa, baby, now I will deal with this person in front of me first.

Having said that, he turned his eyes and glanced fiercely at Xia Jinghao who had a fearless look on his face. Song Yuyan turned her eyes to Xia Jinghao and said anxiously: Hey, please explain clearly, you and I just met by chance, it was not you who showed up here on purpose, Mr. Xia.

Xia Jinghao lowered his head and continued to drink several more sips of iced Americano. His beautiful profile was both charming and evil, with a soft and strong jawline, which made him look beautiful and charming, yet masculine. Song Yuyan glanced at him secretly. He just said that he knew Jiayi, how could it be...

Nan Zeyu noticed that Song Yuyan was looking at Xia Jinghao. His face became colder and colder, and he said in a cold voice: Song Yuyan, have you seen enough? Isn't it beautiful, huh? Song Yuyan was stunned, and turned to look at him again, her watery eyes full of fear, her little face was tense and she dared not speak.

Xia Jinghao turned his head and looked at Song Yuyan again, and he laughed meaningfully. Nan Zeyu heard his laughter, looked at Xia Jinghao, and said with a cold face: What are you laughing at, Mr. Xia, you haven't explained why you are here, don't try to shirk your responsibility.

Xia Jinghao stood up straight and looked at Nan Zeyu directly. There was a faint smile in his brown eyes. He said gently: I didn't refuse. It's you, Mr. Nan, who are a little too nervous. I just made an appointment with a client to discuss business in the coffee shop opposite the square. After that, I bought a cup of coffee and was strolling across the square when I ran into Sister Song.

Nan Zeyu raised his eyebrows coldly, his black eyes met his smiling brown eyes, and he said coldly: Is it true, Mr. Xia. Then, Xia Jinghao glanced at Song Yuyan in his arms again, and he said jokingly: Why not let Sister Song and your boyfriend explain it properly, okay?

Song Yuyan looked at Xia Jinghao in a daze. She was puzzled. Are you going to kill me? Didn't she see that someone was furious? She was adding fuel to the fire. Song Yuyan was speechless. She frowned and turned to look at Xia Jinghao. She said gently: Mr. Xia, since you have explained it, you don't need me. I heard you call "Sister Jiayi" when I called just now. Excuse me, do you know her?

Now it was Xia Jinghao's turn to get nervous. He glanced at Song Yuyan with a determined look and said unnaturally: "Yes, so what? I know you are her best friend, but I don't know if she doesn't want to continue with me..."

Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu looked at each other, then at Xia Jinghao, only to see that he had a look of loss on his face, with his head lowered. He didn't drink the iced American coffee anymore, as if the iced American coffee in his hand had suddenly lost its flavor.

Song Yuyan was even more certain that something must have happened between her best friend and Mr. Xia, and that Mr. Xia had some different feelings for Jiayi. After a moment, Xia Jinghao looked up at Nan Zeyu, his brown eyes dimmed a little, and he said anxiously: "I know it's a bit abrupt for me to do this, but can I borrow your little ancestor for a while?" Mr. Nan.

Before Nan Zeyu understood what Xia Jinghao meant, he saw him approaching him and suddenly pulling Song Yuyan to his side. Nan Zeyu was so angry that he clenched his fists and glared at him with a murderous and cold hatred on his face. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu, her watery eyes blinked sweetly at him, and said sweetly: Don't get me wrong, Ayu, he wants to know about Jiayi through me.

Xia Jinghao nodded sincerely to Nan Zeyu and said sincerely: That's right, President Nan, don't misunderstand me. As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Jinghao took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, swiped the screen of the mobile phone, and handed it to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan glanced at his mobile phone, then took it.

Xia Jinghao frowned and said in a deep voice: Look at the text messages I sent her. She didn't reply to me until the night of her birthday. Song Yuyan looked up at Xia Jinghao in shock. She was puzzled for a while and said in a daze: Birthday, what birthday? You celebrated her birthday that night, Mr. Xia.

Xia Jinghao nodded coldly. Song Yuyan quickly turned on her phone, swiped the screen, found the message box, clicked it, and opened it. All the messages were from him. On the second day of her birthday, Jiayi sent him a message, "I'm very busy recently. Don't look for me. Don't come to the hospital."

Xia Jinghao moved closer to Song Yuyan without saying a word. Nan Zeyu was so angry when he saw this scene. He frowned, pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and endured it. He continued to look at the two of them.

Song Yuyan's breathing tightened. Xia Jinghao moved closer to her. She continued to look at the message box in his hand intently. The more she looked, the more her brows furrowed. She said nervously: She must be very busy. Jiayi once didn't contact me for a month when she was busy. Nothing happened to her.

Xia Jinghao's face turned cold and he pursed his thin lips. He looked up and distanced himself from Song Yuyan, then turned and looked at the scary Nan Zeyu with a cold face. He said calmly: Okay, President Nan, it's okay. How about this, do you have time tonight?

As he spoke, Xia Jinghao looked at his watch and saw that it was almost afternoon. He looked up at Nan Zeyu who was silent. Song Yuyan came over and handed the phone to Xia Jinghao, saying sweetly: In the evening, I have time, what's the matter? Mr. Xia.

Nan Zeyu saw Song Yuyan handing the phone back to Xia Jinghao, and then his expression calmed down. His long eyebrows stretched out a little bit, and he said indifferently: "Today is Saturday, and tomorrow is Sunday. I will not go to the company and accompany my wife. May I ask what can I do for you, Mr. Xia?"

Nan Zeyu deliberately emphasized the word "wife" to remind someone that she is a married woman. Xia Jinghao laughed dumbly and said with a charming face: That's good, as long as you have time, I want to treat you two to a simple meal, I don't know if it's okay, of course, go to my villa, not outside.

When Song Yuyan heard that he was inviting her to dinner, her eyes became clear and bright, her pupils dilated, and the corners of her lips curved up. She looked at Xia Jinghao with a sweet smile on her face and said with a bright face: "Of course, shall we go to your villa? Mr. Xia."

Xia Jinghao nodded indifferently at Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu. Her eyes were as bright as crystal and she smiled sweetly and said: Go, go, Ayu, okay, Mr. Xia will treat us to a meal!

Nan Zeyu frowned, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he nodded and said: Okay! Then, the three of them went shopping in the shopping mall in the square for an afternoon. Nan Zeyu and Xia Jinghao walked behind, and Song Yuyan walked in front.

As soon as the two handsome guys appeared in the shopping mall, all the women were stunned. But after seeing Nan Zeyu's cold eyes that made people shiver, they didn't dare to step forward and could only look at him with admiration from the side.

Xia Jinghao glanced at Nan Zeyu, who had a calm face, and said in a clear voice: "Boss Nan really loves your little ancestor to the core. Look, these women don't dare to approach you." Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, but stared at the charming figure in front of him with a gentle, slow and deep gaze, and he looked at her with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

Xia Jinghao followed his gaze and knew everything in his heart. President Nan loved Sister Song so deeply, so his sister might not have much chance of winning, right? Thinking of this, the cold and beautiful little face flashed through his mind, Shen Jiayi. He frowned and asked, "Sister Jiayi, why didn't you reply to my message?"

They kept shopping until 6 pm, when the three of them slowly walked out of the exit of the shopping mall. Nan Zeyu turned to look at her, frowned, and said in surprise: How come you didn't buy anything after shopping for the whole afternoon, baby?

He thought she would want to buy a lot of things, but she just looked at them and then left. Song Yuyan glanced at him and said with a sweet smile: There is nothing I like, so I don’t want to buy it. Why do you want to spend money on me?

Nan Zeyu paused, looked at Song Yuyan, and said tenderly: If you want, I will buy this entire shopping mall for you, baby. Song Yuyan was stunned, and said unhappily: No, I don't want it and I don't want it.

It was slowly getting dark when we drove out of Ancheng Square. Song Yuyan turned her head to look at Xia Jinghao who was sitting behind her, only to see him looking out the window with a sullen and indifferent face.

Xia Jinghao suddenly turned around and saw Song Yuyan looking at him. He smiled seductively and said with a smile: "Sister Song, you look at me like this, do you not care about your boyfriend's life or death? It will take a while to get to my villa, I will close my eyes first."

As soon as he finished speaking, she felt a chill on her back and a pair of cold eyes swept over her. She turned her head to look at Nan Zeyu, her eyes were starry, and she said with a warm smile: Mr. Xia, you are joking. I am a little sleepy too. Call me when you get there, Ayu.

After saying that, she quickly kissed him sweetly on the side of his face, then fell asleep with her eyes closed. Nan Zeyu looked at her again, her eyes had slowly closed, he took off his suit jacket, and then gently covered her legs.

More than an hour later, Nan Zeyu saw that he had arrived at the entrance of Xia Jinghao's villa. He gently turned his head to look at Xia Jinghao, his face calm and his voice low, and shouted: Mr. Xia, is your villa at this intersection?

When Xia Jinghao heard someone calling him, he quickly opened his brown eyes, straightened up and said seriously: Yes, it is here, drive inside, the third villa on the left is my villa.