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

In the evening, Song Yuyan returned to the villa. She looked unhappy. Nan Zeyu raised his eyelids and glanced at her. His eyebrows were cold and he said coldly: "Well, what's wrong? Baby, didn't you have enough lunch at school today?" The next second, he pulled her in the opposite direction and she fell into his arms. Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes to look into his deep black eyes, bit her lip and said softly: "No, it's okay, I'm fine."

The girl's eyes were filled with a calm light, and her pupils were sparkling with stars, making them look as clear and bright as the sea. The man put his forehead against hers, his deep black eyes glaring at her softly, looking at her snow-white face. He tilted his head, put his thin lips on her right cheek, and kissed her.

A blush instantly crept up Song Yuyan's cheeks. Her face was as rosy as peach blossoms, her skin was as smooth as snow, and her jelly-red lips were moist, plump and lovely. The man couldn't help but move down, and just as he was about to kiss her red lips, a dissatisfied voice sounded from behind him at an inopportune time.

"If you really want to kiss, can you finish your dinner? It's almost lunch time now. Young people really have no self-control." Song Yuyan's face flushed red. She slapped him lightly, pushed him away, and looked at Ye's mother standing behind her with a helpless look.

Song Yuyan stood there in a daze, her little face flushed, and she said with a dry laugh: Ye, Aunt Ye, it’s not me, it’s him… After that, Song Yuyan pulled Nan Zeyu, who was still in a daze, over, pointed her finger at him, and explained: It really wasn’t me, Aunt Ye, it was him.

Nan Zeyu was stunned after being slapped. He turned around in surprise. The next second, Song Yuyan pulled him to her side. She pointed at him with her snow-white fingers and said nervously: Yes, yes, it’s him, not me, Aunt Ye.

The man frowned and his face darkened. Ye Mingxuan walked quickly towards Song Yuyan and said in a friendly manner: "Let's go to the restaurant. It's almost time for dinner. Go sit and wait. You must not have eaten enough at school at noon!" Xiaoyan.

As she spoke, Ye's mother glared at her son, took Song Yuyan's arm with her left hand, and walked towards the restaurant. Nan Zeyu was left standing there at a loss... Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at the backs of the two people. My wife was taken away by my mother?

In the restaurant, Ye's mother insisted on sitting with Song Yuyan tonight. While she was watching Douyin, she stood up and put some food into Song Yuyan's bowl. Song Yuyan glanced at Ye's mother with a flattered look on her face, and said sweetly: Enough, it's really enough, Aunt Ye, my bowl is full of food.

Song Yuyan glanced down at her bowl. She hadn't finished the food she had picked, but Ye's mother had put a lot more food into her bowl. She frowned and looked at Nan Zeyu who was sitting next to her. The man didn't say anything, but ate his meal with his head down, as if thinking about something.

Ye Mingxuan frowned, curled her lips, and said with an unhappy face: "Why call me auntie? It's so formal. Call me aunt. When you graduate from college, you will marry Xiaoyu. Then you have to call me "Mom", do you understand? This child.

While Ye's mother was picking up food for Song Yuyan, she couldn't let go of her snow-white and pink skin. The light in her eyes exuded a loving look, which shocked Song Yuyan for a while. She paused while eating the meat and lettuce, turned to look at Ye's mother, with a dazed look on her face.

She chewed and swallowed the sweet and delicious meat and lettuce, and said in a daze: "Mom"... Aunt, it's too early for you to say that, I'm only a junior! Ye Mingxuan covered her mouth and chuckled, and said with joy: It's not too early, it's not too early, isn't it a matter of time? Why don't you try calling one now?

Song Yuyan was dumbfounded. She turned to look at the man who was eating with his head down. He lowered his head and said nothing, his face was cold and his eyes were indifferent as usual, but she noticed that the corners of his mouth kept rising, the arc was cold and evil.

Song Yuyan glanced at him, then at Ye's mother. She finally lowered her head and continued to eat. Ye Mingxuan's smile froze, and she said gently: "Ahahahaha, it's okay, take your time, eat, Xiaoyan, eat more!"

Song Yuyan's face flushed, and she buried her head in the bowl. Nan Zeyu raised his eyes inadvertently and saw him. He frowned and said coldly: Are you eating hair or dinner? Baby. Song Yuyan raised her head suddenly and looked at him.

A pair of watery eyes were filled with a dazed look, which made his face darken. He stood up, pushed away the dining table and chair, walked quickly towards her, walked behind her, and directly, with his big hands, gently picked up her long curly hair that was scattered on her shoulders, then quickly tied it up, rolled it up, and hid it in the hairline.

Song Yuyan's body trembled and she paused eating. Ye Mingxuan turned to look at her son. With a smile on her face, she said warmly: In the future, Xiaoyan, when you marry into the Nan family, just let Xiaoyu do the hair-tying and other things. He knows a lot.

Song Yuyan didn't say anything, just quietly felt it. His palm was steady, gentle and soft. His fingertips touched her scalp, which made her heart beat violently. She didn't expect that this cold and icy man would be so gentle when tying her hair...

Song Yuyan's face flushed and she curled her lips sweetly. The man looked at the long curly hair he had tied for her, leaned over to her ear, and said in a low voice: It's done, baby, continue eating!

Her ears felt hot and her body trembled. Song Yuyan didn't look at him and said softly, "Well...Okay, let's eat." The man smiled and walked back to the dining table, pulled out the chair, sat down, and looked at her pink face tenderly with his deep black eyes.

After the meal, Song Yuyan felt very uncomfortable. Ye Muxuan kept staring at her and pinched her face from time to time, but he didn't say a word. He just lowered his head to eat, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised...

After dinner, Song Yuyan was about to get up. Ye Mingxuan was eating braised pork ribs. She looked up at her son sitting on the dining table and said calmly: Your wife has finished dinner. Take her away quickly. Be careful. Young people should be restrained and don't be so...

Ye Mingxuan said this without blushing or beating her heart, as if she blurted out these words all at once. This made Song Yuyan want to find a hole in the ground to crawl into, she was so embarrassed. She glanced at him and said "moderation", and he smiled faintly.

He held her hand and walked to the back garden of the villa. Song Yuyan stood in the back garden, looked up and looked around at the flowers in the back garden. There were all kinds of flowers. The man glanced at her who was admiring the flowers. She was petite but well-developed, and today she had an impressive figure.

He hugged her slender waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulders, and kissed her softly with his thin lips on her shoulders. The girl's watery eyes suddenly opened, and she turned her head to meet his deep and bottomless black eyes. The man's black eyes were soft enough to reveal water. His pupils were black, dark, and had a bewitching aura.

She leaned close to him, tilted her head and kissed his cold thin lips, kissing him softly. The man raised his hand to touch the back of her head, pressed it suddenly, and responded to her. He gently pried open her lips and teeth, and intertwined his lips and tongue wildly with hers.

The girl frowned, turned around, raised her hands to wrap around his waist, he moved his big hands to her slender waist, lowered his head and fiercely sealed her red lips. There was silence in the back garden, only the sound of the wind could be heard. The moonlight was very bright tonight, and a ray of moonlight cast on the scene of the two kissing.

Nan Zeyu kissed her hard, and the girl responded to his wildness obediently. He was very excited, and his big hands gradually moved down. Until her skirt was lifted by him, she came to her senses, let go of him, blushed, and said nervously: Not here, auntie hasn't slept yet, Ayu.

Nan Zeyu's dark eyes flashed, and he glared at her with a fiery look, and said coldly: "Then go to my room and sleep with me tonight, baby." The girl nodded shyly. The man quickly picked her up and walked quickly to the door of the villa.

When they arrived at his room, he opened the door. The room was pitch black. He carried her straight to the bathroom, closed the door, and carried her to the shower head. He raised his hand to adjust the water temperature of the shower head to just right, and then suddenly turned on the shower head.

Song Yuyan was startled, staring at him with her watery eyes. The hot water wet her proud body curves. His black eyes turned red, and his throat tightened. He hugged her slender waist and said in a hoarse voice: How about taking a shower today? Baby, try it, um...

The girl nodded blankly, and the next second, he touched her shoulders and pulled her skirt down with his big hands. He caressed her with a sexy look on his face, his black eyes full of heat, as if to burn her up little by little. She was made hot and unbearable by his caress, and raised her little hand to his tie and slowly untied it.

After a while, Song Yuyan's body trembled repeatedly, and her snow-white skin turned pink. She looked down at him under her, and she raised her head and moaned. The man's caress was even more passionate, and she clenched her little hands into her palms in a hurry.

It was not until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night that the love affair ended. Song Yuyan said with a tired face: I am so tired, are you so good? Don't you get tired? The man kissed her pink and shy cheeks and said seductively: I can't stay calm in front of you, take a shower and go to sleep, baby.

Song Yuyan lay on his chest tiredly, nodded, and said sleepily: Okay, hurry up, I want to sleep. Nan Zeyu gently picked her up and walked to the bathtub, filled it with hot water, washed himself first, and then washed her gently.

The man glanced at the skirt under the shower head. He had torn her skirt again... He frowned slightly. Was he so rough? But she was so sweet, couldn't he control himself? He wiped her gently.

While wiping her, he kissed her shoulders continuously. After taking a shower, he took a bath towel and wrapped her up, wrapped her tightly. Then, he put on his clothes and carried her out of the bathroom. When he walked out of the bathroom, Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes glanced at the clock. It was past 1 o'clock. He looked at her in his arms. She was breathing slightly and had fallen asleep.

He quickly carried her to the room, turned on the bedside lamp, carried her to the bed, and covered her with a quilt. Sitting on the bed, he raised his hand to stroke her wet little face, gently wiped the water droplets on her little face, and then bent his head to kiss her red lips.

After tucking the quilt in for her, he went to clean up the battlefield in the bathroom. He stood up, dimmed the bedside lamp, turned his head to look at her who was lying on her side on the bed, and quickly walked out of the room, gently touching the door.

Walking into the bathroom, he frowned. Even though it was like this... but, there was nothing he could do. As soon as he got close to her, he would lose control of himself. Suddenly he remembered that there were no women's clothes in the room. His dark eyes darkened. He decided to ask Assistant Bai to prepare women's evening dresses tomorrow and put them in his closet.

The next day, Song Yuyan sat in the Ferrari sports car. She turned to look at him angrily, and said with anger: "What kind of strength did you use? I felt a pain in my waist when I woke up. I endured it when I had breakfast in the restaurant just now. What would my aunt think if she saw it?"

The man didn't say anything, but chuckled. His angry face turned red, and her eyebrows were all messed up with anger. She said with a doting look: It's because you are too sweet, I can't control myself, so, baby... I.

Song Yuyan was speechless, her eyes were filled with coldness, she turned her head and ignored him with a cold face. When they arrived at the school gate, Song Yuyan didn't even look at him, holding her schoolbag, and was about to open the car door. Nan Zeyu looked helpless, he raised his hand to hug her shoulders, kissed her neck with his thin lips, and said in a low voice: Okay, I'm not angry anymore, baby, I'll let you do this next time, okay.

Song Yuyan was angry and didn't say anything. After a long time, she calmed down and turned her head, looking at him innocently with her watery eyes, and said lightly: This is what you said, then Mr. Nan must listen to me, and you are not allowed to regret it!

Nan Zeyu smiled helplessly, and said tenderly: I won't regret it, I'll listen to you, baby, whatever you say is what it is. The girl smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curved, her big watery eyes glittering at him, leaning over and kissing his cold thin lips.

The man curled his lips and smiled. He put his big hands around her waist and pulled her whole body. Song Yuyan bumped into his arms. He lowered his head, raised his hand to pinch her jawbone, and pressed her moist lips passionately until she was breathless from the kiss. He slowly let go of her and said gently: If you want to miss me, remember to eat lunch, baby.

Song Yuyan gasped for air, her face flushed pink, and she said sweetly: "Okay, I see, you too, Ayu." She got out of the car, waved her hand sweetly to him, and walked to the intersection. He watched her walk to the school gate in the car, and her petite figure walked into the campus and disappeared. Then he drove away from the school with a cold face.