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

When Song Yuyan woke up, she was already on the plane, in the stewardess' lounge. The girl's pale face was bloodless, her lips were pale, her brows were tightly furrowed, and there were tear marks on both sides of her cheeks. Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes abruptly, and saw Shen Jiayi's equally pale face. Song Yuyan sat up with tears in her eyes, staring at Shen Jiayi in a daze. Her head felt a dull pain from crying, and she lowered her head and covered her head with her hands.

Shen Jiayi's black gemstone eyes stared at her pale face. Song Yuyan glanced at Shen Jiayi with red eyes again, and cried hoarsely: Where? Where? Are we on the plane now? Jiayi.

Shen Jiayi looked at her, her heart trembled, her eyes reddened, she hugged her body tightly in her arms, gently stroked the back of her head and said with heartache: Silly Yanyan, you were on the plane, you just fainted in the waiting room from crying, you scared me to death, it was the stewardess and I who helped you get on the plane, please stop crying, um...

Song Yuyan felt a sharp pain in her heart, and her watery eyes felt a little painful. She sniffed and said in a choked voice: "Okay, okay, okay, I won't cry, Jiayi, thank you, thank you so much!" Shen Jiayi didn't say anything, but just gently stroked the back of her head.

It took Song Yuyan a long time to calm down. Shen Jiayi slowly let go of her, lifted her tearful face, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said gently: Be good, don't cry, Yanyan, I will accompany you, and accompany you to find him. I have already made arrangements with the hospital. I will take a month off.

Shen Jiayi's eyes were red again, and she nodded while crying. At this time, a British stewardess opened the door. She looked at Song Yuyan with her blue eyes and said in tender English: "Excuse me, miss, are you feeling better now? How do you feel? This is our stewardess' lounge. Now, we are flying to the UK."

Song Yuyan turned her head and stared at Shen Jiayi in a daze. Shen Jiayi knew what Song Yuyan meant with just one look. She turned sideways and looked at the British stewardess in stewardess uniform at the door of the lounge. She said in fluent English: She is better now, thank you. Bring her some warm water, hot porridge and dessert!

The British stewardess looked at Shen Jiayi, smiled sweetly, nodded, and then closed the door of the lounge again. Song Yuyan glanced at Shen Jiayi and said in confusion: What did the stewardess say to you, Jiayi, did she say it was a flight to the UK? Now

Her eyebrows were cold, her eyes were red, her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless. Her eyes were still filled with tears as she stared at Shen Jiayi. Shen Jiayi looked at Song Yuyan, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Yanyan, promise me that when you get to England, you will listen to me no matter what happens. Also, you must not act on your own during the snowstorm over there. Promise me, okay?" Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan stared blankly at Shen Jiayi's cold, pale face like ice and snow. She bit her lower lip, looked at her with tender eyes, nodded heavily, and said indifferently: Okay, I promise you, I'll listen to you.

Never mind, let's talk about it after we get to England. No matter what, she must find him, Nan Zeyu! She will feel relieved only when she sees him. She won't disturb him. She will just secretly glance at him, and when she knows he is safe, she will leave immediately.

Claridge's Hotel in Mabonne

At this time, the villa was packed with people. If the door had not been very durable, all the people in the villa would have almost burst the door. Xia Rounuan's face turned pale, she frowned, half bit her pink lips, and said nervously: "Hey, Brother Xiaoyu, put me down, it's so crowded in here, I can't breathe."

Nan Zeyu's body tensed, his brows furrowed, and he looked down at Xia Rounuan. He gently put her on the ground. Xia Rounuan gasped for breath, and her whole body leaned in Nan Zeyu's arms. Nan Zeyu saw that everyone in the villa had crowded over. He had no choice but to hold Xia Rounuan's helpless little hand with his big hand, lowered his head, and said in a cold voice: "Be patient for a while, Xiaonuan, if you let go of your hand now, you will be squeezed into the corner."

Xia Rounuan's face flushed red. She could clearly feel the warm big hand tightly holding her helpless little hand. The temperature of his palm was warm and big. She raised her eyes weakly, her fox eyes, and looked at his eyebrows timidly. She said gently: I won't, I know, Brother Zeyu, I hope the blizzard will pass quickly, I really want to go home!

After she finished speaking, her body trembled violently. Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes exuded a cold look as he stared at the British people who were desperately pushing towards him and Xia Rounuan. He shouted angrily: Enough, stop squeezing in, the door will burst soon, stop, you!

Xia Rounuan took advantage of the chaos to hug Nan Zeyu's shoulders. Nan Zeyu reached out and patted her on the back. Xia Rounuan came up with an idea and simply hugged his waist and buried her blushing face in his chest. Nan Zeyu's body suddenly stiffened and his face darkened. He instinctively resisted because, except Song Yuyan, no one could do this.

Suddenly, the British people who were awakened by Nan Zeyu's roar stopped in their tracks. They looked sternly at the Chinese man who was as cold as ice and whose dark eyes were filled with cruelty. They slowly backed away. Nan Zeyu's face was frighteningly cold, and his dark eyes stared directly at their movements.

It was not until he saw the British people slowly retreating to the stairs, dispersing into groups on both sides, that his expression relaxed. Bai Xun, who was squeezed and standing not far away, hurried over, his face pale, his body trembling, and he said nervously: Are you okay, President, you are not injured anywhere!

Nan Zeyu glanced at Bai Xun, his deep black eyes emitting a biting chill, his face was cold and he said indifferently: I'm fine! Xia Rounuan also pretended that nothing had happened. She twisted her waist slightly, and Nan Zeyu slowly let her go in an instant.

Xia Rounuan's face turned pale, and her charming brown eyes looked softly at Nan Zeyu's dark black pupils, which were as dark as obsidian. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'm fine too. How about you, brother Xiaoyu? Are you injured anywhere?"

Nan Zeyu frowned, looked at Xia Rounuan from head to toe, and said calmly: "Are you okay, Xiao Nuan? Do you feel any pain in your body?" She smiled gently, with beautiful dimples on both sides of her cheeks, and her charming eyes gazed at Nan Zeyu in front of her gently.

She smiled calmly and said: "I'm fine too, I'm not hurt anywhere, just now I want to thank you for helping me, brother Xiaoyu." After that, her face flushed again, and she lowered her eyebrows in embarrassment. Nan Zeyu looked at Xia Rounuan and said softly: "It's okay, it's my duty as a brother to protect my sister."

Xia Rounuan's smile froze, she slowly raised her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu's gentle eyebrows, with a complicated expression: "Ah, yes, yes, sister, thank you brother Zeyu for protecting Xiaonuan." She felt sad in her heart, and at this moment she couldn't smile at all, sister? Did he really only treat her as a sister...

Bai Xun frowned and watched Xia Rounuan's every move. He really didn't like this Miss Xia. He felt that she always had ideas about the president, but the president couldn't see through her. As an assistant, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this person named Xia Rounuan must like the president, and was hiding her thoughts.

A moment later, the hotel manager and a man in a hotel service suit walked in from another door. Nan Zeyu walked up quickly and looked at the blue-haired and blue-eyed British man. He stared at the hotel manager with his black eyes and asked in English with a cold face: "Does it really take three days? The snowstorm will be lifted. Please give me an answer!"

The man's English voice was so cold that it was chilling, gloomy and chilly, his deep black eyes were as sharp as a blade, looking directly at the hotel manager. The hotel manager glanced at Nan Zeyu, his face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled, his legs became weak, and he said with a trembling face: I'm sorry, Mr. Nan, we also received the news of the snowstorm in the evening. I'm really sorry, it can only be lifted in three days.

After the hotel manager finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Nan Zeyu to express his apology. Nan Zeyu didn't say anything and sighed coldly. Bai Xun walked forward, looked at the hotel manager, and said indifferently: Okay, I hope you can lift the news of the snowstorm as soon as possible. We still have to discuss the project cooperation case, so we have to go out of the hotel.

In an instant, the other people who were standing in several formations swarmed over and looked forward to the hotel manager, saying with a reprimanding look on their faces: I don’t care about you, the snowstorm news must be lifted within three days, and we still have to go home. Please make sure your hotel completes the task and let us return to our homes as soon as possible.

For a moment, the surrounding noises were chaotic. Nan Zeyu frowned and looked coldly at the dozens of British people who were standing as the hotel manager. Then, he turned and walked towards the sofa in the villa. Xia Rounuan stood there in a daze, looked at the large group of British people who rushed forward, then turned around and looked at him with a face as cold as ice.

On the plane, Song Yuyan had eaten something and fell asleep. Shen Jiayi sat next to her, looking at her sleeping little face. She raised her hand to check the time on her watch. It was now 10 o'clock in the evening. The stewardess said they would arrive in the UK in the early morning. Through the small window in the stewardess lounge, Shen Jiayi saw that it was already pitch black outside the plane. Because Song Yuyan was not feeling well, she did not sit in first class.

She stroked the snow-white skin on both sides of her cheeks with heartache. It had been a long time since she saw Song Yuyan cry like this. This was the second time. The first time she cried was at her father's funeral, which made her feel most heartbroken.

She had heard that men who made girls cry were not good men. Did that mean Nan Zeyu? Thinking of her and Xia Jinghao, she was glad that she was still happy. Since she started dating him, he came to her apartment every weekend. They cooked, washed dishes, and took baths together. She even did things that made her feel ashamed...

Thinking of this, Shen Jiayi's face turned red and her ears became hot. She covered her face and turned her head. Compared with Song Yuyan, she really felt much happier. Nan Zeyu was not an ordinary person. He was the richest president of Ancheng City and the man all women wanted to marry.

His company alone is worth an unknown amount of money, and her best friend Song Yuyan is just an unknown college student. She really didn't expect that on the night of her birthday party, the two of them would announce that they had become an engaged couple.

Just as Shen Jiayi was stunned, she heard a weak cry. She turned her head suddenly and saw Song Yuyan's lips opening. She stood up and bent down, and heard Song Yuyan's sobbing voice: No, Nan Zeyu, please don't be in trouble. You must be safe. Please, I will listen to you and won't see Wen Zichen or him. Don't be angry.

Shen Jiayi was stunned, her brows knitted, and she murmured softly with her bright red lips: Wen Zichen? Could it be that Nan Zeyu was so angry this time because Yanyan had a private meeting with Wen Zichen? Could it be that Wen Zichen is someone who likes Yanyan...

It was 11 o'clock at night. The villa was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Bai Xun looked at the president who was looking at his phone. Xia Rounuan sat on the sofa opposite and looked at the French window of the villa. She looked worried and said with a pitiful face: "Do we really have to stay here for three days? Can there be no blizzard now? I want to go home!"

As she spoke, her eyes slowly turned red. When Nan Zeyu heard her voice, he quickly put down his phone. At this moment, Xia Rounuan's stomach made a sound like thunder, and her little face turned red with embarrassment. Nan Zeyu happened to meet her eyes.

Xia Rounuan said with a sad face: I am hungry, Brother Xiaoyu. Nan Zeyu frowned and glanced at Bai Xun. Bai Xun immediately understood the president's gaze, and he stood up and walked to the back.

A few seconds later, Bai Xun came over with three trays and handed the first tray to Xia Rounuan. Xia Rounuan took the tray with a dazed look on her face. Bai Xun looked at her and said seriously: These are all we have now, Miss Xia, just eat what you have!

Xia Rounuan glanced at the tray filled with a large bowl of colorful meat, rice and creamy mushroom salad sauce. She frowned, picked up the small spoon on the tray, and scooped a few bites to eat.

As soon as she put it in her mouth, she felt her tongue numb. The meat was chicken, but she didn't know what it was in all colors. She also tasted creamy mushroom salad sauce. She looked at Nan Ze with a bitter face and said in confusion: "Brother Xiaoyu, can you tell what this is? My tongue is numb."