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

After Song Yuyan finished washing up, she walked out of the bathroom and saw Nan Zeyu sitting on the sofa. She looked up and saw the man with a cynical and evil smile, looking at the girl tenderly. The girl's face suddenly turned red. She was about to walk over with her crutches, but he stood up from the sofa in an instant and strode towards her. Then, he bent down and picked her up horizontally. She was used to him like this, so she was not too shocked, but her ears were still hot.

Because, she was only wearing a white bathrobe, and then... the man gently held the girl in his arms, turned around, and walked towards the room. Song Yuyan felt that she had no strength in her body, as if last night... she had been drained of all her strength by him.

She was obediently held in his arms on the bed. Song Yuyan stared at him blankly with her eyes as clear and transparent as crystal. She blushed and wrapped the quilt tightly around herself, with an expression that said "please don't torture me". Her face was puffed up with anger, and she glared at him angrily.

Nan Zeyu looked at her like this, lowered his head, smiled softly and said: Why are you so defensive against me, baby, is it because you didn't feel satisfied enough last night, um...

As he spoke, he slowly approached her and sat beside her. His handsome face, which made her heart beat faster and her hands and feet at a loss, suddenly came in front of her, smiled at her with a look that made her feel like she deserved a beating, and glanced at her indifferently. His eyebrows and eyes were as soft as water, and he chuckled: Okay, I won't tease you anymore, baby, you look so nervous.

As he spoke, Nan Zeyu stretched out his big hand. He gently rubbed her little head, then held up her pink and soft face with his big hand and kissed her softly on her red lips. Song Yuyan's expression froze, her eyes widened and her pupils shrank slightly.

After a moment, his big hand left her pink little face. Song Zu Yuyan hurriedly turned sideways, turned her head away, not looking at him, and said in a muffled voice: Um, help me, help me, help me put on my clothes... me.

Nan Zeyu helped her put on her dress gently, then he picked her up and walked out of the room. British hotels are quite humane, with spare women's dresses in the closet. He opened the closet door and saw a whole set of British-style pink and white knee-length dresses in the closet.

She sat on the sofa, and he gently rested her head on his thigh. Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked at him with a sweet face. Her eyes were as clear and transparent as crystal, and seemed as bright and watery as autumn water in spring. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids very beautifully.

Nan Zeyu stared at the lovely girl on his lap with his eyes as dark as obsidian, bewitching and dazed. He lowered his eyes, put his thin lips on her cheek, and gently kissed her snow-white skin, again and again, and even made a sound...

Song Yuyan's face turned even redder, and she pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction. However, when she met Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes, her heart beat like thunder. She smiled at him with her eyebrows and lips curved like a moon, and said with an embarrassed look: "Okay, your shoulder is still injured? Well, you...

Before the girl could finish her words, the man had quietly come and sealed her red lips. It was as if he could not kiss her enough and was desperately trying to obtain her sweetness. She clenched her palms tightly between her fingertips, her brows furrowed, and the breath in her chest was almost robbed by his kiss.

Nan Zeyu slowly let go of her until Song Yuyan began to have difficulty breathing. He stroked her rosy cheeks with his warm big hands and said softly: Baby, I can't stay calm in front of you, because you are my little sweetheart, the baby who is sweet to my heart.

Song Yuyan listened to Nan Zeyu's sweet words without blushing or beating her heart. She curved her red lips, half smiled and drew a sweet arc, and said: I didn't expect that you can talk about love in a set way? Ah Yu.

The man didn't say anything. His black eyes, as soft and bottomless as the sea, just looked at her tenderly, as if he wanted to see this sweet and lovely girl into his eyes and engrave her into his soul. He wanted to look at her quietly like this forever, without anyone to disturb him, just him and her.

Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone broke the silence. Nan Zeyu frowned unhappily. He turned his head and glanced at the phone in the corner of the sofa, picked it up, and when he saw the caller ID was "Brett", he glanced at her and said indifferently: I'll take a call, you lie down, baby, no need to get up.

Song Yuyan nodded obediently. Nan Zeyu opened the phone screen and answered the call. He heard Brett's gentle voice saying in unfluent Chinese: "President Nan, how is the injury on your shoulder? I have several batches of goods coming in. If you think it's okay, I will let my clothing store employees start designing. I just don't know if it's convenient for you..."

The man frowned, his dark eyes sank into the depths, his thin lips slightly opened, and he said in a light voice: My wife is here, Brett, sir, you see, she was with me last night. What time are you talking about?

Brett frowned slightly, then he smiled gently and said: That's okay, just tonight, you can bring your wife along as well, ok, I'll be at the hotel at 7 o'clock, Mr. Nan.

Song Yuyan listened to Nan Zeyu's phone call. No way? He was going to take her to see Brett... This, this, this, she looked up at him nervously. Nan Zeyu sensed Song Yuyan's nervousness, and he held her small hands tightly with his other big hands, clasping them tightly in his palms.

Nan Zeyu curled his lips and smiled indifferently, saying: Okay, I will take my wife downstairs at 7 o'clock, Mr. Brett. In addition, I would like to make some suggestions on the custom design and pattern making of clothing for my company. I have to go to your clothing store to take a closer look before I can know.

Brett was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, then smiled happily and said: OK, OK, OK, of course that's good, what I want is your suggestion, Mr. Nan, because I don't know if the clothes you want from my clothing store are what you like, so you have to come and take a closer look for me to know.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuyan nervously got up from Nan Zeyu's legs. She stared at him with a warm smile with a bewildered look on her face. The girl said nervously: How can you take me with you? Is it appropriate for you to take me with you to discuss business? Song Yuyan's nervous little face suddenly turned pale. She bit her lower lip and looked at him with frowning eyes.

Nan Zeyu put his hands on the back of his hands and held them tightly. He glanced at her with his deep black eyes without blinking. His face was calm, his eyes were soft, and he said gently: What's inappropriate? You are my wife. Brett also knew about you yesterday. Don't worry, it's okay, baby.

After saying that, he raised his hand and pinched her soft snow-white skin lovingly. His face darkened, his dark eyes tightened, and he said coldly: How come you... have lost so much weight? Didn't Song Yuyan eat well in the room in the underground passage of the airport?

Song Yuyan's face was startled. She stared at him with an innocent face, her brows cold and her face helpless, "How could I be in the mood? I was so worried about you that I couldn't even have time to eat properly. I could only eat a few bites reluctantly. It was Jiayi who let me eat it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man pulled her over tightly with his big hands, and then she fell into his arms in a daze. He held her slender waist tightly with his big hands, and said in a painful voice: Your waist is so thin too, Song Yuyan, I deserve to die for making you so sad.

Nan Zeyu's voice was filled with incomparable heartache, and Song Yuyan's heart choked when she heard it. She hugged him back, and stroked his back with her soft and boneless hands, and said softly: It's okay, I've made it through, as long as I see you I feel that everything is fine, you are not allowed to say damn it, I don't want you to say it.

As she spoke, the girl's eyes became wet. She didn't want him to say the word "damn it". Even though what he did sometimes really made her feel uncomfortable, she still felt heartbroken when she heard the word "damn it" from his mouth.

Nan Zeyu slowly let go of her, raised his hands to hold her red lips and kissed her gently. His kiss was very delicate and she couldn't help but hold his handsome face with both hands and kiss him back. The two of them kissed so passionately that he kissed her down on the sofa and pressed her shy face under the sofa.

Then, he kissed her red lips passionately, went straight in, pried open her sweet lips and teeth, and swallowed her sweetness madly, as if a century was so long. He panted slowly and let her go. His deep dark eyes stared at her misty watery eyes, and he panted in a low voice: "You annoying little goblin, I'm going to the bathroom, you sleep for a while, um... baby."

Song Yuyan was out of breath from his kiss. She blushed and nodded. He quickly got up from the sofa, got off the ground, raised his left shoulder, and slowly walked towards the bathroom. She knew that he must be in the bathroom again...

Thinking of that scene, her whole face turned red as if she was burning, and her ears were also burning. Last night, wasn't it enough? A whole night... I really can't understand why the injured person's physical strength and spirit are so good. Song Yuyan sighed helplessly.

She raised her hand and touched her lips, which still had his warmth. She touched her lower lip, which seemed to be a little swollen... swollen, right? She had to go see Mr. Bright with him in the evening. What would Mr. Bright think of her if he saw her like this?

Song Yuyan was going crazy, her mentality was a little broken, and she couldn't sleep at all. She slowly sat up on the sofa with her arms, walked barefoot to the bathroom in the room, and when she saw herself in the mirror, she was petrified...

Her red lips were red and swollen, as if she had made a pout… She had a sad face, her face flushed with anger, she bent down, turned on the faucet, and poured water on her swollen lips. After a long time, Song Yuyan realized that her lips were not swollen.

After turning off the faucet in the bathroom, she walked out of the room, a little curious about what Nan Zeyu was doing. She walked stealthily to the bathroom door. Song Yuyan felt that her knees were not hurting so much, so it was no problem to walk faster.

When she leaned over the bathroom door and heard the noise in the bathroom, her face turned red. She, she, she... heard something. He was actually... His breathing was very heavy. This bastard was really in great spirits.

Song Yuyan covered her mouth, tilted her ears and opened her eyes wide, just listening to him in the bathroom... She lowered her eyes to look at the time on her watch. It was noon now, more than half an hour had passed. Then, her ears were burning and her little face was even hotter and redder.

Song Yuyan turned around and was about to leave the bathroom door, but suddenly, her feet slipped and she saw herself about to fall to the ground again. She couldn't help but screamed: "Ah, help, no, I don't want to fall to the ground!"

Nan Zeyu's body moved, he stepped out of the bathtub, ran to the bathroom door and opened it. The next second, he stretched out his arms and she fell on his arms, and the other pair of big hands tightly embraced her waist.

Song Yuyan felt that she did not fall to the ground. She nervously opened her watery eyes and saw him. Then, she looked down... Her little face turned red as if it was burning her cheeks. Nan Zeyu frowned, looked at her coldly with his deep eyes, and said in a cold face: Are you hurt anywhere, baby, don't worry about me, as long as you are not hurt.

Song Yuyan looked directly at Nan Zeyu's incredibly handsome eyes and eyebrows. She was stunned and her face turned red. She stammered: No, no, no, no, I'm not hurt anywhere. Um, you... Nan Zeyu followed her gaze and looked down.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smiling, and he said with a naughty smile: Well, baby, I saw that you are still so shy, it’s okay, you will get used to it after seeing it a few more times. Song Yuyan stared at him dumbfoundedly, and said coldly: Continue taking your bath.

After saying that, she broke free from his arms, pulled down the hands that were around her waist, turned around, and fled in a hurry. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's figure walking quickly, his deep black eyes were so soft that they could drown in water, his eyes flickered softly, and he said softly with a curled lip: I like her like this.

Song Yuyan slept for the whole afternoon. When the girl woke up, she saw a man sitting next to her. She was about to sit up when Nan Zeyu gently pulled her up from the bed. She leaned her head on his chest. Song Yuyan raised her eyes hazily and looked at him with a gentle face. She said in a daze: I, have I slept for the whole afternoon? Ah Yu

Nan Zeyu gently stroked both sides of her cheeks with his palms, lowered his eyes, and kissed her lips lightly with his thin lips, kissing her lips like a chick pecking at rice, and then said gently: Well, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat, baby.