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

At night, Song Yuyan was carried back to the room by Shen Jiayi. She kicked the door open with one leg and entered her bedroom holding the sleeping doll in her arms. The room was pitch black. She groped in the dark to find the switch in the bedroom, and then turned on the light in the bedroom. She gently carried her to her bed and was about to tuck in the quilt and cover her. Song Yuyan frowned. Her still pale lips were slightly half-open. Her lips were full, round and small.

She whimpered in a daze: "Don't, don't, don't go, Nan Zeyu, I believe you, I believe you!" Song Yuyan's voice was daze, but with a hint of pleading. Her face was still cold and pale, but it was a little better than when she was in the villa. Now, her face looked a little pink.

Shen Jiayi's eyebrows were startled. Yanyan, what is this... She gently held her little hand and placed it on her palm, looking at her sleeping little face, and said with a choked voice: Yanyan, I'm here, I'm here, dear, don't be sad, wait until your knee injury is healed, I will accompany you to England to find him, um...

The tears in her eyes instantly slid to the corners of her eyes, and she looked at Song Yuyan with misty eyes. Song Yuyan's head fell slightly, closed her pale red lips, and slowly fell asleep. Shen Jiayi sat in front of her, put the pillow flat, lifted her forehead, and let her head sleep flat in the middle of her head.

Her beautiful eyes stared quietly at her sleeping face. Seeing that her brows did not wrinkle, her long eyelashes did not tremble, and her lips did not open for a long time, Shen Jiayi turned off the lamp on the bedside table and got up. She covered her with the quilt and glanced at her deeply with her eyes again. After making sure that she was asleep, she turned around, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

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It was now 6: in the evening, and the night outside the hotel was already dazzling. The four people walked out of the hotel quickly. The handsome hotel doorman quickly pushed open the hotel door. As the four people walked out of the hotel, an extra-long Rolls-Royce drove up not far away. After getting in the car, Bai Xun turned to look at the president sitting next to him. He looked a little tired, his face was dark and cold, and his dark eyes emitted a sharp cold light.

Nan Zeyu glanced at Bai Xun with a cold look, then looked at the phone screen and said in a cold voice: What's wrong? Bai Xun, are you hungry again... Bai Xun's body trembled, his hands and feet trembled, and his voice was nervous: No, no, no, no, President, I just saw that you seemed to be in a bad mood...

Before Bai Xun finished speaking, Nan Zeyu glanced at him sideways, his deep black eyes were filled with violence, he pursed his thin lips, frowned, and said sternly: That's enough, Bai Xun, you just know what's going on and still ask more questions, right?

Bai Xun was frightened by his stern voice and his body trembled. His legs trembled and his face turned pale. He lowered his head quickly and dared not say anything more. Nan Zeyu's face was frighteningly cold, as cruel and cold as a dark Shura in the night. The atmosphere in the car also dropped to freezing.

His dark eyes were fixed on the screen of his phone. It was evening, past 6: in the UK time, and his phone hadn't rung in a day and a half. Did she really not worry about him at all? Not at all...

Bai Xun turned his head carefully and glanced at the president's mobile phone screen. He knew that the president was waiting for the call from the young lady, but the young lady never called him. It was conceivable how angry the president was.

The night in England was dazzling, alluring, and misty, making people feel that it was too beautiful to be real. However, Nan Zeyu's heart was shrouded in coldness. He was uneasy, his heart was in turmoil, and he felt cold. He felt that a part of his heart was cold, as if it had lost its temperature...

From the beginning to the end, he thought that no matter what happened, she would call him to ask if he had arrived in England, had he eaten, and had a good sleep. But Song Yuyan never called, as if this person had disappeared in an instant.

The man's eyes were filled with grief. He turned his head, his dark eyes gloomily glancing out the window. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and raised an icy arc coldly. "Oh, Song Yuyan, it seems that I thought too much. I thought you would understand me, but I didn't expect..."

In an instant, his face turned cold as ice. He suddenly turned his head to look at Bai Xun and said calmly: Bai Xun, book a plane ticket, a ticket back to Ancheng at the end of next month, don't ask any more questions. Bai Xun looked up in a daze, and tremblingly raised his eyes to look directly at President Nan's handsome face that was as cold as ice. He trembled and said: Okay, I know, President!

At 7:5, the Rolls-Royce arrived at Brett's clothing store, and the four people slowly got out of the car. Brett's clothing store was huge, with a total of floors, a magnificent facade, and a huge, extra-long, crystal-like dazzling diamond door outside the door.

The diamond was sparkling, it was a milky white crystal diamond. Brett walked over and pressed the key on the left. The door of the clothing store automatically opened from the inside out. Xia Rounuan was stunned. She turned her head and looked at Nan Zeyu, who had an expressionless face.

Her brown eyes showed disbelief, her pink lips opened wide, her pupils dilated, and she said in confusion: It's amazing, did you see it? Brother Xiaoyu, look at this door... She turned to look at him with a happy smile, only to see that his face was as cold as ice, expressionless, and he looked coldly at the open door.

Xia Rounuan's smile froze. She lowered her eyes, her foxy pupils flickered a few times. Then, she raised her head and walked in front of Nan Zeyu. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder like a friend. Nan Zeyu's expression straightened, and his black eyes followed her movements, glancing at her hand and then at her shoulder.

Looking at Xia Rounuan's enchanting smile like a fox, Nan Zeyu gently raised the corners of his lips, said with a faint smile: I'm fine, Xiao Nuan, well, I saw it, this door is very beautiful! Xia Rounuan half bent her pink lips, stood side by side with him, with her head on his shoulder.

Nan Zeyu's body trembled, he raised his hand, and used his cold fingers to lift up her head that was resting on his shoulder. Xia Rounuan was stunned, and her brown eyes turned to look at him in confusion. Nan Zeyu looked at Xia Rounuan, his brows were indifferent, and he said with a complicated expression: Xiao Nuan, don't do this during working hours, it's not good for others to see it.

After saying that, Nan Zeyu strode forward. Xia Rounuan's face turned pale. It doesn't matter. There is a long way to go. One day, you will completely belong to me! The four of them entered Brett's clothing store. Unexpectedly, the beauty inside the store was even more stunning.

The first five floors were like a crystal palace, transparent, beautiful as snow, like a fantasy, like a dream, and also like a fairy tale castle at night. Suddenly, all the crystal chandeliers in the store turned on, and the three of them slowly raised their heads and looked up. There was actually a huge sparkling crystal lamp ball with tiny diamonds on it.

Dazzling and shining, emitting the light of crystal and broken diamonds, the entire clothing store instantly looked like a fairy tale castle immersed in the night, beautiful and breathtaking. Xia Rounuan covered her mouth and laughed softly, saying: It's so beautiful, ah, it's really so beautiful, Mr. Bright, your clothing store is the first time I have seen such a thing!

Mr. Brett walked in front of Xia Rounuan with a gentle face. Xia Rounuan smiled charmingly and looked directly at Brett standing in front of her. She spoke to him in French and said: "Really, this is the first time I have seen such a clothing store. Before, when I was studying in France, I also saw many clothing stores, but I didn't see a clothing store like yours. Really, this is the first time I have seen it!"

It's like a work of art! Xia Rounuan's gentle and charming voice entered Nan Zeyu's eardrum. His face was as cold as ice, and he pursed his thin lips. His deep eyes glanced at Mr. Brett, who was smiling brightly. At this moment, he seemed to have no mood to discuss project cooperation.

Bai Xun quietly looked at the president's stern profile. He knew that the president must be feeling bad right now, because the young lady really had not called him since she arrived in the UK and checked into the hotel here. The president had not slept well at all in the past two days.

After a moment of silence, Nan Zeyu turned his head and looked at Bai Xun behind him. Bai Xun immediately walked forward quickly, stared at the president with a sincere face, and said seriously: "Excuse me, what's wrong? President, just say it if you have something to say!" I really don't understand a word of the French that Miss Xia and Brett are speaking...

Nan Zeyu stared at Bai Xun with his sharp and cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Call Miss Shen for me when you get back to the hotel later, and then tell me, Bai Xun." Bai Xun's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the president with a fierce look in his eyes. Miss Shen? The young lady's best friend, it seems that the president is still worried about the young lady, but he doesn't know how to say it...

Bai Xun nodded quickly and said seriously: "Okay, I got it. I'll call Miss Shen and the president as soon as I get back to the hotel." Nan Zeyu said "um" darkly, then turned around and looked at Brett. He walked over quickly.

Brett took Xia Rounuan and Bai Xun to visit the studio in his clothing store. Bai Xun stood beside him and looked at President Nan. While telling him in detail about the renewal of the project cooperation with Brett, he turned to look at Xia Rounuan and said coldly: You should also remember this, Miss Xia, if the president doesn’t have time next time, you will come alone next time.

Xia Rounuan was startled, and looked into Bai Xun's eyes, who nodded calmly. She then took out a small notebook and pen from her bag, listened to Bai Xun carefully, and glanced at Nan Zeyu, who had a cold face. He had no expression, pursed his thin lips, and then nodded slightly.

Okay, for Brother Zeyu, she had to learn. As long as she could do it for him, even if he couldn't do it, she would do it. She wanted him to see her efforts. Xia Rounuan looked at Nan Zeyu's profile seriously with her brown eyes filled with starlight. She secretly swore that she must make Nan Zeyu hers.

It was already 12 o'clock when Nan Zeyu returned to the hotel from Brett's clothing store. Nan Zeyu pushed the door open and entered the room. Bai Xun immediately closed the door. Nan Zeyu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel. He looked down indifferently at the British night outside the window.

Bai Xun walked over, looked at the president's profile, and said in a steady voice: Excuse me, President, do you want me to call Miss Shen now, or call her later, or when you are about to go to bed, I will call Miss Shen.

Nan Zeyu frowned, turned sideways, turned his head, his eyebrows were stern, his dark eyes exuded a cold color, and he said coldly: What do you think? Call me now, and then tell me later. Bai Xun lowered his head and dared not speak, nodded vigorously, and said in a heavy voice: OK, I'll call now, President.

After saying that, Bai Xun turned around and walked quickly towards the room. When the man heard the sound of the door closing, his heart ached and he raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows. He walked towards the sofa and staggered down onto it.

So what if the night is beautiful? She is not by his side, and there is not even a phone call. How uncomfortable he feels. Nan Zeyu stares at the phone screen with a cold face, his eyebrows and eyes are filled with pain. He opens his thin lips and says in a dull voice: Song Yuyan, do you really want to be like this? It doesn't matter? Are you really not worried about me at all?

His eyes were hazy with a hint of water vapor, his thin lips were raised in a cold arc, and his dark eyes were filled with grief. Do you feel that I am not important in your heart anymore? The moment she smiled sweetly at Wen Zichen, his whole heart felt like it was stabbed by a knife. He knew that she didn't like Wen Zichen, but he couldn't make her smile to him...

After Bai Xun dialed the number, his fingers trembled. After a while, a puzzled voice came from the other end: "Are you Assistant Bai? Why is it at this time... President Nan asked you to call me."

Bai Xun was stunned for a long time before he spoke in a serious voice: "Yes, President, let me ask your young lady. You are the one who is taking care of the young lady, right, Miss Shen?" After Shen Jiayi applied the medicine for Song Yuyan's knee injury, he turned around and glanced at her who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, then walked to the kitchen door.

He said in a cold voice: "Yes, Assistant Bai, Yanyan is in my apartment. I just changed her dressing. Her knee injury is quite serious. The skin is torn." Bai Xun's face suddenly turned pale, his pupils dilated, his lips tightened, and his voice trembled: "Shao Shao Shao, Madam, what do you think happened to Madam's knee?"

Shen Jiayi sighed and said in a deep voice: Her knee was injured. Don't mention a word about this to Nan Zeyu. When she was running behind his car, she lost her balance and fell to the ground, injuring her knee.

On the phone, Shen Jiayi's voice was like a bolt of lightning that made Bai Xun break out in a cold sweat. His joints turned white as he held the phone, and he spoke with a trembling voice: How could this happen... That must be so painful, with torn skin and flesh... Miss Shen, is the young lady okay?

Shen Jiayi rolled up her bangs and put them next to her ears. She said in a calm voice: "It's okay. It's better now. The flesh in her knee is growing back little by little. I did a lot of pain relief, disinfection and anti-inflammatory treatment for the wound on her knee. Remember, Assistant Bai, don't say a word to him!"

Bai Xun nodded heavily and said sincerely: "Okay, I won't, Miss Shen, please take good care of the young lady." After that, Bai Xun hung up the phone immediately. He opened the door with a dejected look, held the phone, and walked to the sofa.

The godlike handsome man sat on the sofa with his head down. He suddenly raised his head and turned to look at Bai Xun, and said coldly: How is she? How is she? Is she in Miss Shen's apartment? Bai Xun shrank subconsciously, thinking of what Shen Jiayi said to him, his face slowly softened, and he smiled and said: Replying to the president, well, the young lady is in Miss Shen's apartment, very good!

"I'm sorry, President, I lied to you. Madam Young has a knee injury, and her skin is torn. She is recovering in Miss Shen's apartment, but Miss Shen asked me not to mention a word to you, so I can only hide this from you." Bai Xun wailed in pain in his heart.

Nan Zeyu's tightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he said calmly: Well, that's good, I'm going to take a bath. Bai Xun bowed and nodded respectfully to him, glanced at the president with a calm face, and said calmly: Okay, I'll run you a bath, President.

Bai Xun turned around with a bitter face and walked quickly to the bathroom. He walked into the bathroom, closed the bathroom door, took out the phone from his trouser pocket, swiped the screen, and sent a short message to Shen Jiayi: "Miss Shen, there is a misunderstanding between the president and the young lady. It is not that the president unilaterally ignores the young lady. I did not mention the young lady's knee injury to President Nan. I apologize to the young lady on behalf of President Nan. You must take good care of the young lady. Miss Shen, the president and I will return to Ancheng at the end of April."

As soon as Shen Jiayi carried Song Yuyan back to her bedroom, her cell phone rang with a message. She frowned, walked into the room quickly, carried Song Yuyan to the bed, and was about to take out her cell phone. Song Yuyan's long eyelashes slowly spread, and she glanced at Shen Jiayi with soft eyebrows and said calmly: Jiayi, your cell phone is ringing, don't you want to see who it is? It should be Brother Xia who sent you a message!

Shen Jiayi turned to look at Song Yuyan, her face darkened, and she said with concern: Hurry up, cover yourself with a blanket and go to sleep, don't play with your phone, if I find out, you know. Song Yuyan's body trembled slightly, and she nodded suddenly, her watery and clear eyes looked at her with a cold face innocently, and she said softly: You are so cruel to a wounded patient, I know, I will go to sleep.

She walked out of the bedroom quickly, took out her cell phone, turned it on, and saw the text message from Bai Xun. She frowned and pursed her red lips, feeling mixed emotions. How could Nan Zeyu let an assistant say sorry for something he had done himself?

She replied to the text message sent by Bai Xun, typing word by word: I know, Assistant Bai, I will take good care of Yanyan, I will call you if there is anything, and you must not tell him a word about Yanyan's knee injury, remember!

Bai Xun watched as the hot water in the bathtub was filled up. His cell phone was ringing. He turned off the bathtub water valve, took out his cell phone, swiped the screen, and glanced at the text message from Shen Jiayi. Hey, I hope the young lady is safe!

Nan Zeyu sat on the sofa with his head lowered in dejection, his deep black eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone. It was almost 1 o'clock, and it was morning in Ancheng. He didn't know what time it was... He was waiting, waiting for her call, waiting for her to call him.

His eyes gradually darkened, sinking to the bottom of his eyes, his long, thick black eyelashes trembled, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were tightly knitted, and he was holding the phone in a gesture that seemed to crush the screen, and even his five fingers were aching. He wanted to... wanted to call her. However, he didn't dare to, because he was afraid of hearing her helpless and weak sobs that made him heartbroken. In the end, the idea of ​​calling her was retracted on the sofa, and he reluctantly threw the phone on the sofa, and his black eyes became wet.