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

At night, the Ferrari sports car drove to the gate of the villa. Nan Zeyu parked the car and glanced at her. She had fallen asleep again, lying sideways on the seat with a peaceful sleeping face. The man stared at her sleeping face with a pair of deep black eyes. He reached out and was about to touch her face, but his face suddenly darkened, thinking of the sweet smile he saw her give to the transfer student at the school gate...

He instantly became furious, his black eyes were cold, his pupils shrank, his pupils darkened, his face was as cold as ice, and his voice was cold: Here we are, here we are, aren't you going to wake up? Song Yuyan.

The girl opened her watery eyes in an instant, raised her head in a daze, and turned to look at him. His face was as cold as ice, and his deep black eyes were full of coldness at this moment, without a trace of tenderness. He pursed his thin lips, and his eyebrows were cold, which made her wake up instantly.

The man turned his head, opened the door, and got out of the car. Song Yuyan was stunned. She felt a dull pain in her heart. Is he...really angry? And... Song Yuyan felt her nose sour and her eyes burning.

She thought of something and glanced at the storage freezer in the car. She hurriedly lowered her head to open the locker, took out a pink cake box from it, picked up her schoolbag, hung it on her wrist, opened the car door, got out, and closed the door.

When she got out of the car, she saw him walking quickly towards the gate of the villa without waiting for her... Just left like that? When she walked into the gate of the villa, she saw Ye's mother walking towards her with a gentle face. Song Yuyan restrained her expression and said to Ye's mother indifferently: Aunt, I'm back, good evening.

Ye's mother obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right. She frowned and glanced at her son, only to see that his face was cold with a hint of anger, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed, and his face was gloomy. Ye's mother looked at Song Yuyan again. She walked over, held her little hand and stroked it, saying: Okay, good evening, Xiaoyan.

The man remained silent, his face gloomy and cold, as if he was tense. Mother Ye turned and looked at her son. The next second, Nan Zeyu walked straight past his mother and without even looking at Song Yuyan, he walked towards the stairs.

Ye Mu was stunned, her beautiful eyes were stunned, she looked back at Song Yuyan, and said in a daze: Xiao Xiao Xiao Yu, what's wrong? Your face is so terrible, Xiao Yan, do you know? Song Yuyan frowned, her eyes were filled with helplessness, she walked forward

Meeting Ye's mother's gaze, she said anxiously: Today, today... Aunt, today. Ye Mingxuan frowned, her face turned pale, and she said anxiously: What happened today? Xiaoyan, tell me, is there something wrong with him? What's going on...

As she spoke, Ye's mother looked towards the stairs again. Song Yuyan lowered her head, then walked to Ye's mother's side. Ye Mingxuan looked at her in confusion. Song Yuyan leaned over to Ye's mother, close to her ear, and spoke helplessly: Auntie, today at the school gate I...

The more Ye Mingxuan listened, the more her brows furrowed. After Song Yuyan finished speaking, she lowered her head with a nervous look on her face. Ye's mother glanced at her, sighed heavily, and said helplessly: "So that's how it is. Then you are wrong. Xiaoyan, you already have a boyfriend, even if he is a transfer student, but you should keep your distance from him. Which man can stand his girlfriend smiling at others like that? Anyone would be angry."

Song Yuyan's eyes became moist. She raised her eyes and met Ye Mingxuan's beautiful eyes. Her watery eyes were filled with tears and her face was tearful, as if she was about to cry in the next second. Ye's mother walked forward with her chin clenched.

She raised her hand and held her in her arms, gently comforted her on her back, and said: Don't cry, Xiaoyan, your aunt is here, I am here, and I will not let you suffer any grievances, be good! After that, Ye Mingxuan stroked her head gently. Song Yuyan felt uncomfortable in her heart. She closed her watery eyes and raised her head to hold back the tears.

During dinner, Song Yuyan glanced at the man next to her. He still had a cold and tense expression on his face. He lowered his head and ate quietly. In the past, he would put some food in her bowl for her to eat at this time, but today he didn't... She panicked, turned sideways, looked at his profile, and said softly: Eat more, Yu, did you have lunch today?

Nan Zeyu's dark eyes darkened, without raising his head, his big hand holding the chopsticks paused. He lowered his head, and his facial expression could not be seen. After a while, he said in a cold voice: "Well, I ate it. I ate the seafood noodles that Assistant Bai brought from the company restaurant."

When the man said this, his voice was extremely cold, and it chilled her heart, making her feel a chill... It also made her feel heartbroken. Song Yuyan curled her lips indifferently at him and said gently: Well, okay, I'll continue eating.

After saying that, Song Yuyan sat up straight and lowered her head to eat. Nan Zeyu put down his chopsticks and glanced at her. Her profile was calm, pink, white, and soft. Her long ponytail, which was half tied up, covered her profile, and her puffy little face could be vaguely seen.

His face was cold, and his deep black eyes darkened a little. That was it? He curled his lips and gave a cold smile, and then stopped talking. Song Yuyan was actually feeling uneasy. She knew he was staring at her, but she was afraid of the coldness in his deep black eyes, which made her so scared that she didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was very quiet. Ye Mingxuan knew what was going on today, so she didn't ask any questions. She looked at her son Xiaoyu from time to time, and also looked at Song Yuyan. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she felt that Xiaoyu was very angry this time. She sighed helplessly.

After dinner, Nan Zeyu still didn't look at Song Yuyan. He stood up suddenly, glanced at his mother with his deep black eyes, and said coldly: I'm full, Mom, I'll go upstairs first, you eat slowly! After that, he pulled out the dining table and chairs, turned around and walked out of the restaurant quickly.

Song Yuyan was startled. She quickly raised her head and drank the rose sauce duck soup. She ate the sauce duck meat in the bowl, chewed it, and then swallowed it down her throat. She stood up and slowly said to Mother Ye with a calm face: I've finished eating too, Aunt Ye, I'm going upstairs too, you eat slowly.

After saying that, Song Yuyan was about to walk away quickly. Ye Mingxuan looked at her, called her, and said nervously: Xiaoyan, you should comfort Xiaoyu. I can see that he is still angry. Talk to him nicely. Also, remember what your aunt said to you.

Song Yuyan paused, turned around and looked at Ye's mother, who was frowning. She said with a firm face: Yes, I know, aunt, I remember, I will. After that, Song Yuyan ran out of the restaurant. Ye Mingxuan murmured to herself: Oh, don't have another cold war. How can these two be good and bad at the same time? It's so worrying!

Several servants heard Madam Ye's sad mutterings, and they all walked towards Ye Mingxuan and said with a look of comfort: Don't worry, Madam Ye, Miss Song will coax the young master, you don't have to be too sad.

Ye Mingxuan looked at several servants, her beautiful eyes were in a trance for a moment, then she came back to her senses and sighed: I hope so, these two have just been in a cold war for a while, I don’t want them to be in a cold war again, a cold war really hurts feelings! Alas,...

Upstairs, Song Yuyan walked quickly to his door. His door was closed. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Her heart was trembling and her face was nervous. She knocked several times but he didn't come to open the door. She lowered her head, turned around, and was about to leave.

The next second, the man suddenly opened the door. The girl turned around happily. When she saw his cold and handsome face, her heart choked. Her watery eyes did not blink. All that was left was uneasiness. She said in a daze: I, I, I...

Her throat felt like it was stuck in her throat, something was blocking her throat, making her not know what to say. The man's deep eyes, with a cold gaze, glared at her and said indifferently: Is there something wrong? If you have anything to say, say it quickly.

Song Yuyan looked at him in disbelief. The way he looked at her now was like a stranger. His eyes, tone, expression, and countenance were completely different from before. She couldn't help but take a few steps back, her heart aching. She said in a trembling voice: No, no, no, nothing to say, good night!

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave. The next second, her wrist tightened. The man suddenly grabbed her wrist and squeezed it hard. She turned around in pain. He pulled her into the room, then closed the door and locked it.

Song Yuyan looked at him in astonishment. There was no light in Nan Zeyu's room, and the room was pitch black. He pressed her hard against the door and approached her, staring at her closely with a pair of obsidian eyes. Song Yuyan said in astonishment: "What are you doing? I have nothing to say. I'm sleepy and want to sleep. Can you..."

Without waiting for her to finish her words, he lifted her chin ruthlessly, pressed his face against her red lips with anger, without a trace of tenderness, gentleness, or temptation, he just kissed her fiercely, forcefully prying open her lips and going straight in. Song Yuyan was shocked by the anger in his body, her body trembled slightly, her eyes staring at him intently, her eyes were hot and tears welled up in them.

She wanted to resist, as he made her feel too unfamiliar... However, he was too strong, and he held her small hand tightly with his big hand. He did not hold her palm in reverse, but held it tightly. She felt a slight pain on her lips, and a smell of blood spread from between her lips and teeth.

She couldn't resist him and could only let him kiss her like this. After an unknown amount of time, the man seemed to have calmed down his anger, and the kiss slowed down. The kiss also changed from an angry kiss at the beginning to a soft and drowning kiss. Song Yuyan couldn't help it at last. She closed her watery eyes, and two tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, wetting both sides of her cheeks.

The man realized something and slowly let her go. Her cheeks were wet. He raised his hand to wipe her tears, but she lowered her head in grievance and said in a trembling voice: "Are you satisfied to see me cry, and cry in front of you, Nan Zeyu?"

Nan Zeyu's body stiffened, his brows furrowed. She raised her eyes, her watery eyes still filled with tears, and looked at him coldly, saying indifferently: I'm telling you, Nan Zeyu, don't think I will coax you if you do this, you are wrong. I will only hate you, I hate you very much.

After saying that, she turned around and was about to open the door. The man's face became more and more gloomy. He quickly hugged her and refused to let go. He hugged her from behind and said in a trembling voice: I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, I don't want this to happen. I'm afraid that with Wen Zichen and a transfer student, you will... So, I...

Song Yuyan found it funny. She raised her hands to wipe the tears from both sides of her cheeks and sneered: This is not the reason why you love me. You can say that you don’t like me like this, but why do you treat me like this? Do you think I’m easy to bully?

She lowered her head, pulled off his big hands that were around her waist, turned around, and looked at him coldly, Nan Zeyu, looking at her tearful eyes. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she pushed him away and slapped him in the face. The sound was not loud, but it made Nan Zeyu's head tilt to the side.

Nan Zeyu obviously couldn't believe it. He turned his head and looked at her. His deep black eyes were full of coldness. His pupils dilated in disbelief. He said calmly: "It's over. Are you satisfied?" Baby, so, do you want me to coax you or do you want me to coax you?

Song Yuyan glanced at him in a daze, without blushing or beating her heart, and said indifferently: Oh, no need, but I tell you, whether it is Nan Zeyu, Wen Zichen, or Yu Mingyang, the person I love is you, and if you don't believe me, I have nothing to say.

After saying that, without looking at the expression on his face, she turned around, quickly opened the door, and walked out of his room. The moment she closed the door, her tears fell like beads that had broken off the string, falling down both sides of her cheeks. Her eyes were filled with mist, and her eyes were blurred by tears.

She lowered her head and sobbed in a low voice. She turned her head to look at the door. He didn't open the door. She smiled calmly, turned around, and ran to the stairs. In the room, Nan Zeyu was stunned. He suddenly came back to his senses and opened the door. She had left...

He raised his hand and touched his left cheek. It didn't hurt but it was hot. He didn't hate her for slapping him. He knew that his actions tonight had hurt her badly again. He felt a dull pain in his heart, like a sharp knife cutting through it, stabbing his heart and making it twitch in pain.

The man went to the bathroom to take a shower as usual. After taking a shower, he walked back to the room, sat in the car, looked at his watch, it was already 1 o'clock, but he was not sleepy at all. Shouldn't he go to coax her? He didn't dare to look into her tearful eyes. He was afraid, so he didn't dare.

Song Yuyan was also not sleepy. After taking a shower, she walked to the sofa and sat down. Suddenly, her eyes became moist again. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and transparent tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes and landed on the back of her hand.

The next day, Song Yuyan got up very early, washed, and changed her clothes. Today, she didn't wear a skirt. After changing her clothes, she tied her long curly hair into a bun, put on her schoolbag, walked to the door, opened it, and then closed it.

After going downstairs, the villa was silent. She looked at her watch and saw that it was only half past six. She walked quickly to the door of the villa, crossed the back garden, walked to the front door, opened the door of the villa, and resolutely decided not to take his car today and take a taxi to school by herself.

Song Yuyan walked out of the intersection of the villa, and the sky gradually brightened. The wind was very cold today, and it was freezing cold when it blew on her face, but she looked indifferent and continued walking until she saw a taxi passing by.

She got into the taxi and felt sleepy. Her watery eyes stared out the window, half open. After a while, she couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep with her head down on the seat. It was already 7: in the morning when she arrived at the school. She paid the fare, put on her schoolbag, opened the door and got out.

There was no one at the school gate, not to mention the dessert shop opposite, which only opened after 9 o'clock. However, after taking a nap in the taxi just now, she was not so sleepy anymore. Song Yuyan looked very lonely at this time. She was shivering as she stood at the school gate.

Another gust of cold wind blew into her neck, and she shivered violently. It was already February, why was it still so cold... She couldn't help but frown. Her snow-white skin was frozen red. Her watery eyes were still beautiful and moist, shining with clear light, which made people feel pity for her.

After standing for a long time, no one came to the school gate. Song Yuyan looked at the time on her phone again. It was 8 o'clock. She sighed coldly, picked up her phone, and checked her WeChat. Hmm... there was no movement. Didn't he notice that she was not in the villa?

When it was almost 8:, someone walked to the school gate. It was the security guard. She walked forward tremblingly. The security guard saw her and smiled at her gently. Song Yuyan forced a smile and said: Good morning, Grandpa, I came to school early today.

The security guard nodded at her kindly, then opened the school gate, walked into the duty room, and said to Song Yuyan with a warm smile: It's cold outside, go in quickly, to the classroom, child.

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and nodded. Just as she was about to enter the school, a familiar voice sounded behind her. She slowly turned around and saw Yu Mingyang with a clean and gentle face and a faint smile, his eyes staring at her with clear eyebrows.

He was wearing a school uniform and carrying a breakfast bag. Song Yuyan subconsciously took a step back. He walked over quickly, looked at Song Yuyan with a handsome face and said: Good morning, Yuyan, you came so early. What a coincidence, I have breakfast, do you want to eat it?

As he spoke, he shook the breakfast bag he was carrying and said with a faint smile: "My breakfast, there is an extra breakfast, do you want it? You came so early, you must not have had breakfast!" He had clear eyebrows and dimples when he smiled, and a pair of clear eyes, which were crystal clear and extremely charming.

Song Yuyan raised her eyelids and glanced at his breakfast bag coldly, her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and she said indifferently: No, thank you, Yu Mingyang, I'm not hungry. After that, she paused, looked at him with watery eyes, and said without emotion: I hope you remember what I said today, stay away from me, I am someone you can't afford to offend.

The girl's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion and sweetness. After she finished speaking, Song Yuyan didn't even look at him, turned around and walked quickly into the school gate. Yu Mingyang looked at her back as she walked away angrily. He felt a dull pain in his heart, his clear eyes suddenly widened, and his smile also faded. He curled his lips and smiled secretly, holding the breakfast bag in his hand.

Walking into the campus, he saw a trash can, walked over, and threw the breakfast bag into the trash can. His clear eyes were sad, and he murmured to himself, "Stay away from me, I'm someone you can't afford to offend." He curled his lips in self-mockery, and the dull pain in his heart went all the way to his heart. The pain made him suffocate suddenly, and his breathing also hurt. He seemed to like her...