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

March 3rd, today is Song Yuyan's birthday. She is still sleeping. The man next to her is staring at her sleeping face without blinking. His deep black eyes are soft and tender, his eyes are full of tenderness, and his eyes are as warm as jade. He leans over to her, raises his hand and gently touches her red lips. The girl's red lips are slightly open, her skin is as white as a peach, and her long eyelashes are trembling slightly.

Then, he bent down and kissed her sweet red lips. Song Yuyan felt her red lips getting hot. She realized it and put her arms around the man's neck. The man gently curled the corners of his lips, put his big hands around her slender waist, held it, and then slowly deepened this good morning kiss.

He didn't let go of her until Song Yuyan blushed and her heartbeat quickened. She half-opened her watery eyes in a daze, glanced at him sideways, and said in a daze: Well, I'm still sleepy. I know today is my day, but can you let me sleep a little longer, okay?

Nan Zeyu turned his head and glanced at her with his deep black eyes, and said tenderly: "You continue to sleep, the birthday party will start in the evening, I will get up first, baby, and go to make arrangements for you, my little princess." The girl nodded in confusion, then turned over and continued to sleep.

The man leaned over to her cheeks again, gently lifted her little face and kissed her cheeks. Then, he got out of bed, stood up, and walked quickly out of his room. After washing up, he thought of the engagement ring he asked Assistant Bai to buy for him yesterday. His heart skipped a beat, and his deep black eyes softened and melted into a tender look.

After going down the stairs, he saw the servants in the villa busy at work. He turned and looked upstairs. On each floor, servants were preparing things for tonight's birthday party. He looked at his watch. It was only 8 o'clock. They were busy so early. Wouldn't that mean he would have no breakfast this morning?

He walked to the restaurant again. Sure enough, there was nothing in the restaurant, and he didn't see his mother. Just when Nan Zeyu was puzzled, he was patted on the shoulder. He turned around and saw his mother standing behind him with a gentle face. Ye Mingxuan said in surprise: What's wrong? Xiaoyu, it's Xiaoyan's birthday today. Did she scare you?

Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes flickered slightly, then he frowned and said gently: How is it possible, Mom, you got up early today, you seem to be the happier one!

Ye Mingxuan covered her mouth and laughed coquettishly, saying gently: Look at what you said, the birthday boy today is not me, but our Princess Xiaoyan. I woke up at 7 o'clock and ordered the servants to prepare things for tonight's birthday party. How can I be like you!

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, he leaned over and nodded slightly to his mother. Ye Mingxuan raised her hand and gently took Xiaoyu's arm and walked out of the restaurant. In the morning, Nan Zeyu took his mother to appreciate the flowers in the back garden of the villa. The fragrance of the flowers in the back garden was rich, the aroma of the flowers was fragrant, and the colors of the flowers were dazzling, which made people feel good.

Thinking about his sudden decision tonight, she would be shocked, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Anyway, she would marry into the Nan family sooner or later. Wouldn't it be the same if he proposed to her earlier or later? It might as well be now!

At noon, after Nan Zeyu finished his lunch, he quickly stood up and looked at Li Ma who was standing next to him. He walked over, looked at Li Ma with a cold face, and said sternly: Go prepare lunch for Xiaoyan. Don't make it greasy, too sweet, or hard to digest. She may be hungry for a while because of the birthday party in the evening. Prepare more for her. I'll bring it upstairs to her, Li Ma.

Hearing this, Li Ma looked up at her young master. She was sweating profusely on her forehead and said with a trembling face: "Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay, I understand, young master." When he opened the door, Song Yuyan was still sleeping. He took the lunch, walked quickly to the room, and pushed the door open.

Song Zuying lay on her side and slept at the end of the bed. He frowned, walked over quickly, put lunch on the bedside table, walked to the end of the bed, raised his hand and bent down, moved her gently, and then put her little head on the pillow. The girl was sleeping very soundly and had no idea that he had come to the room.

He sat gently on the bed, leaned close to her rosy little face, raised his hand and gently touched the tip of her nose. Suddenly, the girl's eyebrows moved, she opened her watery eyes in a daze, and said sweetly: What time is it now, Ayu, how long have I slept?

The man looked at her with deep tenderness, without saying a word. The girl reached out her hand, and Nan Zeyu pulled her up from the bed, then put her on his lap. Song Yuyan's head was hazy from sleep, and she sat on his lap in a daze, with the back of her head resting on his chest.

The man held her slender waist with one hand and held the lunch on the tray with the other hand. The girl looked over and saw stir-fried vegetables with broccoli, avocado with salad pasta, and a bowl of fragrant seafood fried rice. She frowned, tilted her head, and looked up at him.

Shui Mou was full of confusion, and said helplessly: Why are they all vegetarian, without meat? Am I supposed to eat all of this? The man lowered his head, his deep black eyes approached her small face, and then, he kissed her red lips with his thin lips, gently kissing her. The girl was stunned with her peach eyes open, her pupils shrank slightly.

After a moment, he looked at her dissatisfied face tenderly and said: It's okay, I'll be hungry with you. At night, I won't eat either. I'll have dinner with you after the birthday party, baby. Song Yuyan bit her lower lip tightly, her watery eyes overflowed with innocent eyes, and said innocently: Then I want to eat the dinner you made, okay? Okay? Is it okay, Ayu.

Nan Zeyu smiled slightly at her and nodded. Her eyebrows curved with a smile, her red lips curled lightly, and she said with a bright face: "Okay, let's have lunch, you feed me." He fed her lunch gently, she looked at him sweetly, smiled sweetly, and then looked straight at him with her watery eyes.

After lunch, it was already past half past twelve. He picked her up and carried her sideways to the bathroom. He carried her to the sink, held her tightly in his arms, leaned over, pressed her red lips forcefully, and kissed her wildly. Song Yuyan's heart was beating like thunder, and she habitually wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his wild kiss.

After a while, he let her go. The girl's face became even rosier. He looked at her with a naughty smile and said with a wicked look: I don't know when the birthday party will end tonight, otherwise, now we... Okay, baby, the man put his forehead against hers, and she was forced to sit back. His breathing slowly became heavy.

Song Yuyan didn't dare to move, she just nodded obediently. He washed her face and brushed her teeth as quickly as possible, then moved her whole body behind the mirror on the washstand. Then, he leaned over to her, lifted her jaw with his big hands, and spread passionate kisses on both sides of her cheeks.

The girl was waiting with a blushing face. His breathing became more and more rapid. He raised his hand and gently stroked her sexy shoulders. Then, he moved his big hand down. The girl moaned softly several times and leaned her head against the mirror on the washstand.

After a while, the sound of a man's rapid breathing and the girl's shy voice came from the bathroom. The man's rapid breathing and the girl's shy voice overlapped together. Song Yuyan was so overwhelmed by his caress that she raised her hand to unbutton his shirt.

The man's pair of dark eyes were full of passion, and his eyes were as bright as fire. He hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, then glanced at her with a bewitching look on his face, and picked her up again. The two of them went from the washbasin to the shower head, and then to the bathtub. The girl's face was extremely charming, and her watery eyes and the corners of her eyes gradually turned red, and she screamed with joy.

It was unknown how long it was before the man let her go. He stood up, carried her out of the bathtub, carried her to the sink, took out a new bath towel from under the long cabinet in the bathtub, and then quickly walked to the sink.

I gently wrapped the towel around her body and dried her off bit by bit. The girl's face flushed. She said softly, "What time is it, Ayu? You're really torturing me to death. My waist!"

The man glanced at her blushing skin, raised his hand to check the time on his watch, frowned, glanced at her again, and said nervously: Uh, it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon, has time passed so quickly? Baby.

The girl suddenly started, raised her hand and tapped his shoulder, saying with a coquettish look: Look, look, look, it's 5 o'clock, and my waist can't straighten up, you bastard, it's all your fault! After that, she glared at him angrily.

When he carried her out of the room, he saw Ye's mother coming up. Her little face was flushed. She waved to Ye Mingxuan and said embarrassedly: Good morning, oh, no, good afternoon, Aunt Ye, A Yu and I... After that, she looked at Nan Zeyu.

Ye Mingxuan was full of joy. She covered her mouth and walked forward, looking at the lovely girl in her son's arms, and said gently: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyan, auntie knows, you just need to be restrained, after all, you haven't graduated from college yet?" No.

Ye's mother said the word "moderation" very bluntly. Song Yuyan's face suddenly turned red. She really wanted to find a hole to crawl into. She didn't expect that a man's mother could say the word "moderation" so calmly...

Ye Mingxuan asked her son Xiaoyu to go up to the 5th floor to change clothes. The makeup artist, stylist, and beautician were all waiting in a large room on the 5th floor. Nan Zeyu lowered his head and kissed the girl's red lips hard. He raised his hand to stroke her little face and said softly: "Be good, baby, don't be nervous. I have a big surprise for you in the evening. See you later."

Song Yuyan looked up at him in a daze. He winked at her gently, then turned around and followed Li Ma upstairs. Ye Mingxuan took Song Yuyan's hand and walked to her room. Zhao Ma followed behind. Zhao Ma opened the door and Ye Mingxuan took her into the room.

When the door was about to close, Ye Mingxuan glanced at Zhao Ma and said indifferently: Go and get Xiaoyan's birthday dress, bring it here in the room, give it to me. Zhao Ma heard the voice, lowered her head, and said sincerely: OK, Madam Ye, I'll go right away.

Song Yuyan sat on the dressing chair with a shock in her heart. Ye's mother stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror. Ye Mingxuan leaned close to her ear and said gently: "Be good, Xiaoyan, close your eyes. Aunt Ye will dress you up today. Just wait! You will surely charm Xiaoyu tonight, ahahahahahaha."

After that, she burst into laughter, and even Song Yuyan laughed out loud. She closed her watery eyes nervously, and Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan's snow-white skin. She curled her lips and smiled like a flower, then raised her hand to put her hair up and fixed it with a hairpin.

After a while, Song Yuyan felt that her little face was being patted by a pair of incredibly beautiful fingers, sweeping and wiping. She frowned and clenched her little hands tightly.

More than an hour had passed until she heard the charming voice of Night's Mother: "Okay, Xiaoyan, take a look, take a look at yourself." She slowly opened her watery eyes and looked at herself in the dressing mirror. She couldn't believe that this was her...

She had wavy princess hair with a small silver crown on the top. Her watery eyes looked bigger and more watery, with a hint of feminine charm added to the end of her eyes. She finished off her look with pink eyeshadow, and now her peach eyes were like a little cat's eyes, captivating.

The eyebrows are very soft, the hair is very soft. The nose is even more delicate, showing the three-dimensional sense, and the nose bone has a heroic feeling. Looking at her red lips, it is like a flaming rose, full, tempting red, with the temptation of red lips, and the lip shape also looks sexy.

The little face was no longer pink, but that kind of seductive wine red. The little face was so charming, and the whole makeup made her look like a flaming rose among wild cats. She looked up at Ye Mu. Ye Mingxuan put his hands on both sides of her shoulders, looked at her in the mirror, and said gently: Are you scared? Hahahaha, this is the first time I put makeup on someone, Xiaoyan, are you scared!

Song Yuyan nodded blankly, and said in disbelief: This is simply, it's like I have a new face, I didn't recognize myself. The girl's voice was trembling, unbelievable, shocked. Her whole shoulders were shaking.

Mother Ye stroked her snow-white skin with both hands, lifted her chin, and said coquettishly: "Be good, Xiaoyan, don't be nervous. Aunt Ye will be with you the whole time tonight. Just follow me. Well, today is your birthday, so don't be nervous."

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, looked at Ye's mother, and said sweetly: OK, I know, I'm not nervous. Just as the two were looking at each other with a smile, there was a knock on the door. Ye's mother glanced at Song Yuyan and said gently: It must be Zhao's mother who brought the birthday dress. Wait for me, Xiaoyan.