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

Soon, it was March. Spring was here and everything was flourishing. Whenever she got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the door, she was filled with the scent of spring. All kinds of flowers in the back garden of the villa were also blooming beautifully. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Song Yuyan slowed down her pace, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed open the door.

The spring sunset shines squarely on the sofa, warm, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window is filled with a warm atmosphere. The girl is wearing a nude pink pajamas dress, revealing a few white gaps. Her plump and round snow-white balls outline a perfect line, which makes people excited.

Her slender legs were straight, white, and attractive, with a faint blush at her ankles. Song Yuyan spread her arms, raised her head, closed her watery eyes, and took a deep breath of the fresh air this morning. There was the scent of flowers in the fresh air, because the flowers in the back garden were in full bloom.

After a while, the girl opened her watery eyes. Her round peach-like eyes were clear and crystal-like. She looked around and saw clusters of flowers of various colors blooming on the flower stands in the back garden. They were colorful and beautiful!

Suddenly, her waist was tightened, and a pair of warm big hands tightly grasped her lower back. The man hugged her lower back tightly from behind, lowered his head and inhaled the milk fragrance from her body. Song Yuyan's body trembled, and her voice was sweet: Wake up so early, don't you want to sleep a little longer? No, what day is it today...

Hearing this, the man let go of her and walked around to her front. His pair of deep, bottomless black eyes stared at her without blinking. Her snow-white skin was tinged with pink on both sides of her cheeks. His watery peach blossom eyes looked at her sweetly, with the corners of his lips curled up sweetly. His watery peach blossom eyes were full of surprise.

Nan Zeyu's long eyebrows slowly stretched out, raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, leaned close to her snow-white skin, and said gently: "Silly baby, today is Saturday and tomorrow is Sunday. Are you stupid in class?" Well... The man took the opportunity to lean his head on her sexy shoulder.

Suddenly, it was as if a man was leaning on a girl's shoulder. Song Yuyan's face turned pink, and even the corners of her eyes were slightly red. She lowered her head and glanced at the top of his head, resting her chin on it. The man looked at himself and said in a happy voice: No, how can you be like this? I lean on you, and you lean on me, right?

The girl didn't say anything, but just smiled sweetly. Her laughter was so sweet, just like a cup of fresh strawberry milk. The man raised his lips and said lovingly: Today is the 2nd, and tomorrow is your birthday, baby, how do you want to celebrate your birthday? Tomorrow.

Song Yuyan raised her hand and gently stroked the top of his head. Nan Zeyu's hair was soft, dense, smooth, and had a faint blue bell scent. Her long eyelashes curled up slightly, and her moist peach eyes were filled with great yearning. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'll listen to you, Yu. Whatever you say is what it is. Don't you know that? And you're asking me..."

The man smiled but said nothing. Since tomorrow was his beloved baby's birthday, he didn't want to go to the company today. He would call Assistant Bai and tell him that he would not be going to the company this weekend.

After washing up, the two walked down the stairs hand in hand and walked to the dining room. Ye Mingxuan was sitting on the dining table and watching Douyin. She looked up and sideways, and said gently: You are so sweet today, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyan, good morning!

Song Yuyan's hands were held tightly by him, and she couldn't move. She frowned and glanced at him. Nan Zeyu smiled sexily at her, but the smile did not reach his eyes... Song Yuyan rolled her eyes and sat down on the dining table. Song Yuyan, with her small hands holding her snow-white skin, looked at Aunt Ye at the table opposite with sweet eyes. She said sweetly: Aunt Ye, A Yu will not go to the company today, and will not go tomorrow, because, because... tomorrow is my birthday.

Ye Mingxuan was stunned for a moment. She paused while drinking the snow swallow peach gum milk porridge and looked up at Song Yuyan. Her pupils dilated instantly, then shrank, and then expanded. Then, she looked at her son who was smiling indifferently, and said in confusion: Is it true? Xiaoyu, tomorrow is Xiaoyan's birthday, right?

Nan Zeyu smiled calmly at the girl's fair skin. He raised his hand to help her smooth her curly hair and tucked it behind her ears. He turned to look at his mother and said gently: Yes, tomorrow is Xiaoyan's birthday, Mom, I didn't lie to you, so I won't go to the company tomorrow.

Ye Mu stood up quickly and walked quickly to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan staggered with fright and suddenly coughed. Nan Zeyu frowned, stood up quickly, walked quickly behind her, stroked her back with his big hands, helped her to relax, massaged, and patted her back gently.

Ye Mingxuan stood aside, looking at her son in a daze. His face was cold and his long brows were tightly furrowed. After a long time, Song Yuyan recovered and felt that her chest was not so heavy anymore. She said in a panting voice: Much better, Ayu, I cough cough cough... I'm fine.

Nan Zeyu's face turned cold. He turned sideways, his pair of cold black eyes pierced directly at Ye Mingxuan, and said coldly: "Mom, what are you doing? Don't you know that this will choke Xiaoyan? It's like this every time."

Song Yuyan frowned, realizing that the man's tone was wrong. She staggered to her feet. The man raised his hand to support her wrist. She remained calm, then slowly turned around and looked at Mother Ye who was standing beside her. She said sweetly: I'm fine, Aunt Ye, the strawberry milk choked my throat just now, but I'm fine now.

Ye Mingxuan smiled comfortably, walked forward, held her hand, and said nervously: I'm glad you're okay. It's your fault. I shouldn't have talked to you while you were having breakfast. No wonder Xiaoyu was angry. I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, it's your fault.

Ye's mother glanced at her son awkwardly. His face had turned dark. Ye Mingxuan said anxiously: It's my fault, son, Xiaoyu, don't be angry. It's mom's fault. Don't be angry, Xiaoyu.

Song Yuyan stood in the middle. It was not right for her to help him or Aunt Ye. She had a bitter face. Suddenly, Nan Zeyu looked into Ye Mingxuan's beautiful eyes with a serious look. His deep dark eyes were dark and cold. He said coldly: Don't do it again. She is my beloved baby. Don't mention coughing and choking her. Even if she catches a cold, it will be like a knife stabbing my heart. Do you understand, Mom?

Ye Mingxuan was in the wrong, her eyes turned red, she lowered her head, at a loss. Song Yuyan turned around suddenly and looked at the man with a dark face. She said sweetly: Don't scold Aunt Ye like this, Ayu, I'm really fine, it's just that the strawberry milk is too sweet and choked my throat.

He quickly hugged Aunt Ye in his arms, raised his hand to stroke her back, and said in a gentle voice: It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, A Yu wouldn't dare to scold you, Aunt, Xiaoyan is here! Ye Mingxuan, her body moved, and she hugged Song Yuyan back, she said in a dull voice: It's my fault, it's Aunt's fault, I won't do this next time, Xiaoyan.

Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at her mother. How did she become like this? So weak? In the past, when she saw her mother fighting against her father who rarely returned home, where did her heroic spirit go? Could it be that her mother wanted to snatch Xiaoyan from him?

The man realized that his voice was too harsh just now. He raised his hand and patted his mother's shoulder, saying softly: I'm sorry, my tone was harsh just now, don't take it to heart, Mom, don't worry about it, um...

The servants standing in a row on the side suddenly felt a lump in their throats, their eyes reddened, and their bodies trembled. The servants looked at each other, then looked at the three people, then bent down and dared not say a word. That's right, the master doesn't come home often, and there are only Madam Ye and the young master at home. Today, the young master spoke in such a heavy tone, and the madam must be uncomfortable.

It was already 9:3 after breakfast. Nan Zeyu held her in his arms, and Ye Mingxuan followed him upstairs. Three servants also followed. After reaching the 5th floor, the man slowly put her down in his arms, holding her small hand tightly in his big hand.

Ye Mingxuan's pair of intoxicatingly beautiful eyes swept around the 5th floor, then she turned to look at the three servants behind her, and said coldly: Sister Tong, Aunt Zhu, Aunt Yu, you must clean the 3th floor carefully and seriously, from top to bottom. Tomorrow is Xiaoyan's birthday, and this place will be needed.

Song Yuyan was startled, looked at Ye's mother, and said in a daze: "Ah?" No way, Aunt Ye, you want to... Ye Mingxuan turned her head and met Song Yuyan's silly eyes. She said with joy: "Yes, Xiaoyan, Auntie wants to hold a birthday party for you. I will call a famous clothing store in Ancheng Clothing Plaza and ask them to customize a birthday evening dress for you immediately, and wear it tomorrow night."

Song Yuyan was dumbfounded, and turned to look at the man again. The man was smiling, his dark eyes were soft and watery, and he said lovingly: This is a must, baby, I have to celebrate your birthday well, listen to my mother, um...

Song Yuyan blinked a few times in her watery peach eyes, then said with an embarrassed look: "Ah? How can I be so embarrassed?" "This..." Ye Mingxuan frowned and said gently: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Since you are Xiaoyu's recognized girlfriend and will be the future young lady of the Nan family, I will take this opportunity to announce to the public that you are Nan Zeyu's fiancée."

Song Yuyan was completely dumbfounded... What? "Fiancée" She hasn't even been engaged yet, how can she be a fiancée? Song Yuyan didn't know what to say, so she could only nod sweetly, looking at Mother Ye, and said nervously: I...Okay, Aunt Ye, I'll listen to you.

Ye Mingxuan smiled with her eyes full of flowers, her mouth corners raised, and she said happily: Oh, wait, you will definitely be the most beautiful little princess tomorrow night. Song Yuyan glanced at the man at a loss, and the man raised his hand and pinched her snow-white skin on both sides, and said gently: My most beautiful little princess baby, you will know tomorrow night, and keep it secret for now.

After Ye Mingxuan went downstairs, she directly called the famous clothing store in Ancheng Clothing Plaza. She sat on the sofa leisurely, drinking rose tea, watching Douyin, and laughing from time to time. Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu were sitting on the sofa opposite. He held the back of her hand with his big hand, and said seductively with his handsome face: Don't be nervous, baby, it's okay, just think of it as your birthday gift to you.

Before she finished speaking, Ye Mingxuan looked up at her son, frowned and said unhappily: "Will I give Xiaoyan a birthday dress as a birthday gift? Son, do you think of your mother like this?

Nan Zeyu was startled. Just as he was about to speak, Aunt Li ran quickly from the entrance of the villa to the living room, walked to Ye Mingxuan's side, leaned over and whispered in her ear. Ye Mingxuan put the cup on the coffee table, put the phone on the side of the sofa, stood up, looked at Song Yuyan and said gently: "Xiaoyan, the birthday dress has been delivered. Auntie will go to choose it for you. Wait a moment!"

An hour later, Ye Mingxuan walked quickly to Song Yuyan with a transparent packaging bag in her hand, looking excited. Song Yuyan quickly stood up. Ye Mingxuan walked over and opened the packaging bag. Then, she lay flat on the sofa. Nan Zeyu also stood by and watched.

At a glance, there were three birthday dresses, one was light blue, one was pearl milky white, and the last one was cherry blossom pink. Song Yuyan examined the three birthday dresses seriously, and she fell in love with the cherry blossom pink dress at first sight.

The cherry blossom pink dress was a tube top style, just below the collarbone, with a wavy skirt, and the skirt surface was shining with pink diamonds, dazzling, stunning, and eye-catching. The waist design was very small, she used her fingers to measure her waist, and then the waist of the dress, and it was just right. She turned her eyes and looked at the man, with a sweet face: Let's take this one, cherry blossom pink, I think it will be just right on me.

The man nodded without saying anything, and walked forward, his deep black eyes staring at the cherry pink dress on the sofa. He had no objection. After all, it was her birthday, and she would definitely listen to her own opinion. He straightened up and turned to look at her.

With a gentle face, he said: Whatever you say is what it is, baby, as long as you are happy. Song Yuyan smiled, turned her eyes to look at Ye's mother, and then looked at him who was smiling happily. She felt that she was really good now, and was afraid that this happiness was only temporary. Her future husband and mother-in-law both loved her so much.

Ye Mingxuan also instructed Aunt Li to take good care of the cherry blossom pink birthday dress, not to scratch it, not to damage it, and not to get it dirty. Ye Mingxuan ran up and down, busy all morning. Song Yuyan felt dizzy watching Aunt Ye giving instructions back and forth, running up and down the stairs, and then running to the 5th floor.