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

It was already 10 o'clock in the evening when Nan Zeyu returned to the villa. He parked the car, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked to the door of the villa. He saw her leaning against the door with her back to him. His black eyes lit up, and he walked over quietly. Looking at her petite figure, he smiled faintly with his thin lips. He really couldn't bear to disturb her, but he had been taking care of Grandpa Ling in the hospital all day and hadn't eaten dinner yet...

Suddenly, the girl turned around abruptly, and her watery eyes saw the tall figure of the man through the crack in the villa door. She gently opened the door of the villa, poked her head out, and saw him staring at her intently. She was stunned and quickly opened the doors on both sides of the villa.

Nan Zeyu sneered, he walked up to her, stroked her chin with his big hand, and stared at her with his deep black eyes. Then, he walked sideways into the villa, hooked one leg in the opposite direction to close the door of the villa, and then quickly locked it.

The girl grabbed his waist tightly from behind, her soft and boneless hands wrapped around his lower back. The man looked down and put his big hand on the back of her hand, then turned around and pushed her sexily against the door of the villa.

At night, his deep black eyes seemed even deeper, and the vortex in his eyes attracted her tightly, falling into the abyss little by little. He held her snow-white skin, lowered his head, kissed her red lips passionately, and Song Yuyan smiled slightly, hooked her little hand around his neck, and kissed him back.

She stood on tiptoes slightly and kissed him back, kissing him lightly. Her kiss made him clumsy. He grasped her slender waist with his big hands and pushed her hard, pressing the girl's body against his chest.

His warm big hand held her palm and turned it over. His kiss was hot, dense, and gentle. His kiss was as soothing as the cool breeze at night. He panted and whispered: What's wrong? Baby, why are you biting me...

She couldn't see his expression at this moment. She blushed and panted: It's okay, you came back so late, I have already had dinner, and Aunt Ye has gone upstairs. I waited for you specially, Ayu.

The girl's eyes were particularly dazzling in the night, like crystal, shining with transparent light, which made her eyes bright, moist and clear. Song Yuyan hooked her legs around his waist, and he gently lifted her up and hugged her buttocks.

The girl hooked her arms around his neck again, lowered her head, kissed her red lips, and carried her through the back garden of the villa to the door of the villa. The girl's face turned red from his kiss, and she let out a charming moan.

When the man saw her arriving at the door of the villa, he let her go and put her on the ground. The girl's pink cheeks blushed and her heart beat faster. She quickly came to her senses and turned around to open the door of the villa.

Nan Zeyu walked into the villa and hugged her tightly again. Song Yuyan's breathing was uneven due to his kiss. She could only lean on his arms, wrapping her small hands around his waist, and walked with support. The man closed the door of the villa.

He picked her up again and carried her sideways. The girl looked at his cold and charming face with her watery eyes shining like stars. The man glanced at her with his dark eyes and said with a wronged look: I haven't had dinner yet, baby. Today, Grandpa Ling had a headache. I saw him at the door of the villa and drove him to the nearby hospital.

Song Yuyan's face turned pale, and she said nervously: "Well, well, Grandpa Ling is okay, why is he like this now? No wonder you came back so late." The man nodded darkly, then kissed her nose bone and said gently: "He was rescued and he is fine, but I bought a black jade ring for Grandpa Ling. I asked the shop owner and he said it can cure diseases, so I bought it."

Song Yuyan didn't say anything, her watery eyes staring at him without blinking. He quickened his pace and carried her to the kitchen. When they reached the kitchen door, Nan Zeyu put her on the ground. She pushed open the kitchen door, found the switch, and turned on the kitchen light.

Suddenly, the dark kitchen was bright, and the warm yellow light shone on Song Yuyan's little face. A hint of tenderness appeared on her cheek. A pair of big hands held her tightly. She turned her head and saw that he was looking at her with a warm smile.

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly at him, her eyes curved, sweeter than honey, and took his hand and walked towards the kitchen table. Nan Zeyu saw three trays on the table, he walked up and opened the tray lid.

There was steaming seafood rice, sweet and sour chicken, duck and goose meat, and a bowl of colorful vegetable soup, all steaming. Song Yuyan came over, leaned sideways against the table, turned her eyes to look at him, and said sweetly: I asked Aunt Li to prepare dinner for you, and I heated it up several times before you came back.

He smiled gently, looked up at her, held her cheek with one hand, and placed a soft kiss on her lower lip. The girl's face blushed, she pushed his chest, and said tenderly: Okay, let's have dinner quickly, didn't you say you were hungry? Ayu.

The man picked up the chopsticks and spoon on the tray and ate quickly. She turned around, put her hand on her jaw, and supported her arms on the table. Her watery eyes stared at his profile innocently. Her eyebrows were soft and her face was gentle. She said in a light voice: "Is it delicious? I had a full dinner today!"

Nan Zeyu paused with his chopsticks, glanced at her, and said tenderly: "It's delicious. Even though you didn't make it, you heated it up, and I still think it's so delicious that I can't describe it, baby." The girl's shy face flushed, her watery eyes curved into a crescent shape, and her long eyelashes blinked beautifully up and down.

Song Yuyan raised her red lips and said softly: "Thank you Mr. Nan for your flattery. I am very happy to hear it. Come and eat yours!" The man looked at her shy face, nodded slightly, and then lowered his head and quickly ate his dinner.

He was eating and she was watching, quietly watching. She didn't say anything until she saw him finish the bowl of vegetable soup. Then he looked up, his deep black eyes staring at her tenderly, and said tenderly: Look, I've finished eating, baby.

Song Yuyan took a closer look and saw that indeed, all the dishes on the tray were eaten. She curled her lips sweetly and said in a sweet voice: "It's okay as long as you are full." After the man finished his dinner, he picked her up again, carried her out of the kitchen, turned off the kitchen light, and closed the door.

Today, she was going to go back to her room to sleep, but the man said no, she had to sleep with him tonight. He hadn't seen her for a whole day since he left the villa early in the morning, and he was going crazy about her, so he wanted her to make it up to him.

When they arrived at Nan Zeyu's room, he carried her into the room and closed the door. He pushed her against the door sexily, and his thin lips showered her with passionate kisses on her neck, collarbone, and jawbone. She was stunned and clenched her palms tightly.

Song Yuyan frowned, and she said in a daze: "No, Ayu, go take a shower, I haven't taken a shower yet, okay?" As soon as the girl's sweet voice came out, he had to stop, raised his eyes and glanced at her deeply, and said in a dark voice: "Okay, I'll take a shower, and then you take a shower later."

After that, the man adjusted her skirt collar, carried her to the sofa, kissed her cheek, stood up, straightened his waist, and walked quickly to the bathroom. Song Yuyan watched him walk into the bathroom, turned her head and looked at the phone on the sofa, and she picked it up.

She opened the calendar on her phone and saw that it was almost the end of the month. Today was the 29th, and her birthday would be on the 3rd of next month. How could it be so soon? Her watery eyes flickered slightly. Last year, she celebrated her birthday at home with her mother. Her mother made her a small cake and it was a simple celebration.

What about her birthday this year? Song Yuyan kicked off her high heels, placed her ankles flat on the carpet, and sat elegantly on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding her phone in her hand, looking thoughtful, thinking about herself. At that time, she didn't have a boyfriend, but now... she already has a god-like CEO who has more money than he can spend, and he is a CEO who came from heaven.

Her fate changed drastically from then on. Song Yuyan leaned her head against the sofa and looked down at the calendar on her phone. Suddenly, a WeChat message came from her phone. She was stunned and saw the message on the WeChat interface and clicked it.

She opened WeChat and saw a message from her best friend Jiayi. She opened the WeChat chat box and saw Jiayi sending her a message: Your birthday is next month, on the 3rd. What birthday present do you want so I can buy it for you? I will be very busy in early March, so I will prepare a birthday present for you in advance! Yanyan.

Song Yuyan quickly replied to the WeChat message. She typed and replied: You decide, Jiayi, I can do anything. Then, she sent the message. A few minutes later, Jiayi replied to her WeChat message: OK, I get it. Are you doing well these days?

The two of them kept chatting on WeChat and couldn't stop. It happened to be Shen Jiayi's night shift. Until Nan Zeyu finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the sofa, laughing and angry at times. He frowned slightly and walked over.

He walked to the back of the sofa and stood behind her, watching her chatting with Shen Jiayi on WeChat. He couldn't help but frown slightly. They were actually talking about Xia Jinghao. The man's deep black eyes darkened and he smiled so happily...

His face became colder and colder, and he said coldly: Is it funny? Song Yuyan's typing hand suddenly stopped, and she turned around suddenly and saw him standing behind her with a cold face, staring at her phone.

Nan Zeyu frowned, walked around the sofa, came in front of her and sat next to her, which scared Song Yuyan so much that her heart beat faster. She looked at him in a daze and said with a dry laugh: You, you, you, when did you come, Ayu.

Nan Zeyu smiled but didn't really smile. He turned to look at her and said indifferently: I saw it when I came out of the shower. When the man thought of her just discussing Xia Jinghao with Shen Jiayi and laughing, he got angry.

He pulled her over with all his strength, put his big hands on her thin waist, and gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him. The girl's body trembled, and she looked at him with trembling eyes, and said anxiously: I'm wrong, don't be angry, okay.

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, his deep black eyes looked at his snow-white skin. Suddenly the phone rang again, he looked at the phone that slipped on her thigh, picked it up, and saw Shen Jiayi's reply: Okay, stop laughing, a patient is coming, I have to go to work, you go to bed early, Yanyan, mua.

Nan Zeyu smiled indifferently, his black eyes looked at her again, and his handsome face moved close to her. She breathed quickly and frowned. He said coldly: It seems that you are laughing very happily, baby, tell me, how are you going to compensate me.

Song Yuyan shook off his fingers and held his handsome face with her small hands. Her heart skipped a beat and she moved closer to him, closed her watery eyes, and pressed her red lips against his thin lips. The man suddenly put down her phone and placed it beside the sofa.

His warm palms encircled her slender waist, pulling her body in the opposite direction, and her whole body pressed against him. Song Yuyan held his handsome face with one hand, and held his big palm with the other pair of small hands.

Her red lips kissed him lightly, and the man felt her sweet kiss silently. He was eager to move, and put his big hands on her legs and slowly moved down.

He stroked her back with his big hand and gently soothed her breath. After a while, she finally came to her senses. She said in a hollow voice: My birthday is coming soon! Nan Zeyu's deep eyes were slightly shining. His eyebrows were calm and his voice was low: Well, baby... when is your birthday?

Song Yuyan kept panting on his shoulder, her shoulders trembled, and she said softly: 3rd of next month. He put his thin lips close to her earlobe, kissed her earlobe gently, and then kissed it gently, and then said in a low voice: Okay, I know, baby.

Song Yuyan hooked her arms around his neck, looked at him who was caressing her for who knows how many times, and said with a blushing face: Find a time, take me, Ayu, really, I'm fine, I don't want you to endure it so hard.

He raised his eyes, his deep dark eyes looked directly into her sincere watery eyes, and said seriously: No, I'm fine, really, wait until you graduate from college, and then hand yourself over to me, anyway, you will be a mother in the future.

Song Yuyan was speechless. What did this bastard say? What child's mother... Although she didn't want to admit it, she had already made up her mind in her heart. She would not marry anyone but him. She suddenly came back to her senses and heard him smile sadly. She said angrily: What are you laughing at? He shook his head and said in a gentle voice: Nothing.

After saying that, he stood up from the sofa, pulled her up, bent down, picked her up horizontally, walked to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, held her in his arms and put her in the bathtub. He sat in the extra-large bathtub and washed her.

He turned his back, lowered his head, and washed quickly. The girl leaned her head on his shoulder, Song Yuyan's face was wet, and she said in a gentle voice: Are you... tired tonight, Ayu. After that, she put her hands on both sides of his shoulders and massaged gently.

Nan Zeyu's hands suddenly paused, and he said calmly: It's okay. After a while, he turned his head and looked at her wet little face tenderly, and said gently: Be good, you wash first, I'll go clean up the mess, baby.

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, he stood up slightly from the bathtub, walked out of the bathroom with long legs. Song Yuyan looked at his figure and shouted at him nervously: You, you, you, at least put on a bath towel, are you going like this? The man tilted his head slightly and whispered: Not necessary in my room.

After saying that, he walked quickly to the bathroom door and opened it. Song Yuyan was just in a daze, what a cowardly man, what a cold-hearted CEO, all fake, he was so coquettish in front of me, Song Yuyan rolled her eyes and continued to wash slowly.