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

In the backyard of the villa, there were two men standing, one was beautiful, seductive, sexy and soul-stirring, the other was handsome, evil and charming, emitting a cold aura all over his body. Nan Zeyu leaned on the Lanting chair in the backyard of the villa, his cold legs crossed as he sat on the Lanting chair, glancing at Xia Jinghao, his deep black eyes were dark and emitting a cold light, Xia Jinghao stared at him blankly.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, then raised his eyes, his eyebrows dimmed and said: "Boss Nan, do you think Sister Jiayi is tired of me? That day, I saw that she had a headache, she knocked on my car window, I opened the door, and she got into my car in a daze...

Nan Zeyu frowned, patted the Lanting chair next to it, looked up at Xia Jinghao, and said indifferently: Come, sit down, and talk slowly. The Lanting Courtyard is neither big nor small, it is brick red, and it is crescent-shaped. The pavilion is surrounded by fragrant roses. The roses are blooming all over, and they are connected with the crescent-shaped Lanting Courtyard, which is particularly pleasant and beautiful!

Xia Jinghao sat on the Lanting chair, his body tilted to the side, his brown eyes met Nan Zeyu's dark, deep and bottomless black eyes. He was like a deflated ball, and said with a worried look on his face: I don't know either, since that day at the hospital gate, I have had a strange feeling towards Sister Jiayi that I couldn't even notice.

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, his face was calm, his breath was steady, his dark eyes staring at him closely. Xia Jinghao was a man who looked unruly, charming, and able to see through people's hearts. In fact, he knew nothing about feelings. Thinking of himself, he also knew nothing about feelings for her at that time.

Nan Zeyu laughed lightly, Xia Jinghao frowned, turned to look at Nan Zeyu, and said in confusion: What are you laughing at, Mr. Nan, don’t you think what I told you is very funny?

Nan Zeyu's face suddenly turned cold. He looked at the roses all around him and said in a cold voice: "It's not funny. I just thought about the time when I knew nothing about love for Song Yuyan. You continue to talk about yours."

The man saw a night rose floating near his ankle. He bent down slightly, picked up the rose from the ground, played with it in his palm, and glanced at Xia Jinghao, who looked confused. His charming brown eyes were filled with confusion, sadness, and grief.

He smiled slightly and said in a cold voice: There's no need to be like this, Mr. Xia, I know Miss Shen, she is Xiaoyan's best friend, and we have had some interactions. What do you want to ask me for help with?

Xia Jinghao's brown eyes flashed, he stood up from the Lanting chair, walked to Nan Zeyu's side, and sat down on the ground. Nan Zeyu frowned when he saw him like this. Xia Jinghao looked at the ground, then turned to look at Nan Zeyu, and said with a pure face: It's okay, the ground is clean. Grandpa Ling has people clean the courtyard every day. It's not dirty. Mr. Nan, do you want to try sitting on it too?

Nan Zeyu's face suddenly darkened, and his deep black eyes glared at him. He was so scared that he covered his lips with a panicked look, and then said in a daze: "Okay, if you don't want to, then don't want to. Why do you hate me? You are a big CEO, and you are so angry with me?"

The next second, Nan Zeyu's face was cold, his eyebrows were cold and terribly, and his face was expressionless. Xia Jinghao realized that he had said something wrong, and he immediately smiled softly and said: I was wrong, President Nan, don't scold me, I won't say anything, then are you really willing to help me? President Nan.

Nan Zeyu frowned again, he stared at Xia Jinghao, his pupils were beautiful, charming, and pure. Even if his eyes didn't say anything, a casual look was enough to seduce people. He suddenly thought of something, he always felt that he seemed to have seen these eyes somewhere before...

Seeing this, Xia Jinghao held his warm hands and said with a pure face: Don't be angry, President Nan, I take back what I just said, are you not angry? Nan Zeyu pursed his thin lips, and he suddenly shook off Xia Jinghao's hands, saying coldly: I'm not gay.

Xia Jinghao was embarrassed. The corners of his mouth twitched violently, and his face turned red and white alternately. Then, he curved the corners of his lips beautifully and said seductively: "Boss Nan, you really love to joke. How could you think of that? Hahahahahaha..."

Nan Zeyu glared at him angrily, and Xia Jinghao laughed out loud. But when he saw Nan Zeyu's stern expression, his smile suddenly stopped and he said innocently: I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong, President Nan, please don't be angry.

Nan Zeyu ignored him and continued to play with the dark night rose in his palm. He gently stroked the stem of the rose, lifted it up, closed his eyes slightly, put the dark night rose to his nose, and sniffed it gently.

After a long time, he opened his obsidian eyes, looked at Xia Jing, and said calmly: "Do you need help? I don't know much, but if you really want Miss Shen to have feelings for you, you may have to work hard. Are you sure?"

He held a dark night rose flower between his fingernails, and looked at Xia Jinghao with chilling black eyes. Xia Jinghao met his chilling black eyes. His eyes were deep, cold, chilling, dark, and fierce.

Xia Jinghao's body trembled, and he said with certainty: I am sure that I am willing to do it no matter how much effort it takes. From the day I saw Sister Jiayi at the hospital gate, I felt that she was someone I could not miss in my life. I need your help, President Nan.

Nan Zeyu curled his lips and smiled indifferently. He looked as cold as usual. He hooked his big hand around Xia Jinghao's neck, leaned over, and put his thin lips on his ear. In the restaurant, Song Yuyan was eating with great interest. She looked up at Grandpa Ling with a sweet smile on her face and said sweetly: Grandpa Ling, the food your servants cook is also delicious. I can't eat enough!

Grandpa Ling paused while eating seafood noodles. He looked up at Song Yuyan, then touched his head and said lovingly: Hahahahaha, little girl, you still don’t have enough to eat, then I’ll ask Su Ma to prepare some food for you, and you can take it back to your villa to eat!

Song Yuyan smiled happily and nodded sweetly, saying: "Okay, Grandpa Ling, hehe!" Grandpa Ling called Su Ma over and asked her to prepare some of her specialties, which Song Yuyan would take back to the villa where she lived to eat.

Su Ma looked at Song Yuyan with joy, and said gently: "Okay, Miss Song, I'll prepare it right away, please wait a moment!" Song Yuyan drank a sip of tomato borscht, raised her hand to wipe the soup on her lips, and said happily: "Oh, okay, okay, okay, I'll wait for you."

When Mr. Ling saw the little girl so happy, he chuckled. After dinner, Song Yuyan held Mr. Ling's arm and slowly walked out of the restaurant. Mr. Ling glanced at Song Yuyan with a smile on his face and said happily: No, no need to help, my body is fine, I can walk, I can kill a tiger.

As he said this, Mr. Ling made a gesture as if he was going to hit a tiger, which made Song Yuyan laugh. Song Yuyan stared at Mr. Ling's profile with her watery eyes. The last time she came to this villa, she didn't know how Mr. Ling loved to laugh. Today, she was so happy to see him.

In the courtyard, Xia Jinghao listened attentively to the kung fu that Nan Zeyu was teaching him. He looked up at the starry sky at night. There was a big full moon surrounded by scattered small stars. The moonlight and the starlight burst out dazzlingly at the same time, making the whole night sky dazzling.

He said in a clear voice: "Okay, I'll listen to you, President Nan." Xia Jinghao sat up again and looked at Nan Zeyu sincerely. The two smiled at each other. At this moment, he was thinking about what Sister Jiayi was doing? Was she at work? Had she had dinner? Did she get off work?

He curled his lips and lowered his head in thought. Nan Zeyu crossed his arms and placed his palms on his jaw. He looked at him coldly and said, "Well, is there anything wrong with the kung fu I mentioned? Mr. Xia."

Xia Jinghao quickly came back to his senses and looked up at Nan Zeyu. He shook his head nervously and said: No, no, no, President Nan, I miss Sister Jiayi a little and want to see her. She sent me a message the day after her birthday, and she never replied to the messages I sent her after that.

Xia Jinghao covered his head in annoyance, and said in a dull voice. Nan Zeyu raised his hand to check his watch. It was already past 10 o'clock. He wondered if she had finished dinner. He stood up and was about to turn around and leave. Xia Jinghao quickly looked up and followed him to stand up from the Lanting chair.

The two of them walked out of the courtyard in tacit understanding and walked quickly into the villa. The courtyard was very long, as long as the dining hall corridor of his villa. He looked at Xia Jinghao casually. His eyebrows were sad and his face was sad. Nan Zeyu frowned and said indifferently: Then you are younger than Miss Shen, Mr. Xia.

Xia Jinghao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Nan Zeyu. He said with a gentle face: "It's okay. She said I am his exclusive. Make a wish. President Nan, do you know how happy I am to hear this title?"

Nan Zeyu nodded slightly, he slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Xia Jinghao. Nan Zeyu frowned again, glanced at him, and said with a thoughtful look: Grandpa Ling is not the owner of the villa! Xia Jinghao paused and looked at Nan Zeyu. His eyes flickered and he said gently: Indeed, he is not, he is a butler of my father's sweater. I saw him and several servants when I found this villa.

Xia Jinghao looked sad, and looking into the black eyes that looked at him complicatedly, he said with a sad face: "My father can't be found anymore, and I don't know where he is now, or is he still alive? I am now managing his own company, and Grandpa Ling has been secretly assisting me, helping me, and helping me manage it."

Nan Zeyu's body trembled. He reached out and patted his shoulder gently, and said in a soft voice: Believe me, your father is still alive, for sure, but... if you need, I can use my connections and my assistant to help you find your father.

Xia Jinghao's brown eyes were filled with disbelief. He turned to look at Nan Zeyu and said in confusion: "Is it really possible? Mr. Nan, since I found this villa, Grandpa Ling told me that there would be no news about my mother and father. Can we really find them again?"

Nan Zeyu nodded to him sincerely, and said seriously: "Okay, believe me, it just takes time." A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Xia Jinghao's dark heart, and he turned around and hugged Nan Zeyu tightly in his arms.

With both hands on his back, he said with emotion: "Thank you, thank you, President Nan, I am willing to do it any time." Nan Zeyu gently stroked his back and said softly: "Okay, it's okay, Miss Shen, I will help you here, but you have to listen to me."

Xia Jinghao nodded with all his heart and soul, and Nan Zeyu smiled softly. In fact, he knew that he would not have any strange feelings for Song Yuyan, and from the conversation tonight, he knew that he had a romantic relationship with Xiaoyan's best friend, so he decided to help Xia Jinghao.

When the two walked back to the hall of the villa, they saw Grandpa Ling and Song Yuyan sitting on the sofa and talking. Nan Zeyu walked over quickly and lightly, but Song Yuyan still heard it. She turned around abruptly and looked at him with a cold face. She got up from the sofa and walked forward quickly.

She held his arm sweetly, and Nan Zeyu held her small waist in his arms, pulling her in the opposite direction, so that her whole body pressed against his chest. He said softly: Have you finished dinner? Baby, are you full...

Song Yuyan stared at him with her watery eyes, her face full of tenderness. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'm done eating, and I'm full. Su Ma even prepared her specialty for me to take back to the villa where I live!"

Nan Zeyu smiled softly and stretched out his hand to pinch her snow-white skin. Xia Jinghao stood behind her, stunned for half a second, then put his fist on his thin lips and coughed heavily a few times. Song Yuyan's whole body stiffened, and she hurriedly pushed him away, her little face pale, and she turned sideways in his arms.

Nan Zeyu turned around, his face darkened, and he said calmly: Have you forgotten what I just said? Mr. Xia. Xia Jinghao was stunned, and quickly waved his hand, saying nervously: Of course, no, no, no, forget it, Mr. Nan.

The more Song Yuyan listened, the more confused she became. She turned to look at Xia Jinghao, got out of his arms, walked in front of Xia Jinghao, looked at him in confusion, and said in a daze: Huh? What did you say? What did you say to him...

As she spoke, Song Yuyan turned her head to look at him again. Xia Jinghao calmed himself down and said with a charming smile: It’s nothing, Sister Song, this is a private matter between men, so don’t ask too much about it.