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

Song Yuyan got into the accelerated Rolls-Royce and sat quietly beside Nan Zeyu. She tilted her head slightly, turned her head and looked out the window. Her palm was being tightly rubbed by him. Her palm was warm. Song Yuyan turned her eyes and glanced at him. Nan Zeyu was looking at Brett with a cold expression. She raised her eyes and saw Brett was also looking at her. Song Yuyan subconsciously avoided Brett's gaze. She didn't know why... she didn't like it. Being stared at made her feel very uncomfortable.

Nan Zeyu's eyes, as dark as obsidian, looked straight at Brett. Bai Xun and Brett sat together, while Xia Rounuan sat in front. His eyes were as indifferent as the faint light in the darkness, and his dark pupils exuded a deep light. He pursed his thin lips and said sternly: "Excuse me, Mr. Brett, is my wife very beautiful? So, you...

Brett's turquoise eyes met Nan Zeyu's cold black eyes. He trembled, sneered and said in English: This is the first time I have seen Mr. Nan's wife! So, I dare say that you can't find a wife like Mr. Nan in the UK, who is so sweet, quiet and gentle.

Song Yuyan frowned as she listened to the conversation between Nan Zeyu and Brett. She pursed her red lips. English? She couldn't understand it... But she had to admit that Nan Zeyu's English voice was so beautiful, like the sound of a heavy cello, sexy, low and bewitching.

She turned her head to look at him. His straight nose seemed to be carved out of beauty. His beautiful thin lips in light pink were slightly curved into a sweet arc. His obsidian eyes were long, sharp and deep. His long and dense eyelashes cast a quiet shadow. His double eyelids were neither deep nor shallow, and seemed to blink, half opening and closing as his eyelashes moved.

The girl was stunned. Only now did she realize that a man's profile could be so beautiful, and he could be so handsome even in the daytime. Her heart was shocked, her rosy little face turned slightly red, and she felt her heartbeat speeding up a little bit.

Song Yuyan lowered her eyes to glance at his big palm. He rubbed it tightly, and rubbed her slender fingertips between his ten fingers. His big palm clenched tightly, and between holding and rubbing, it moved back and forth freely. Her red lips curled up a faint arc, and she tilted her head to look out the car window.

Britain is particularly beautiful during the day. The Rolls-Royce drives slowly past every intersection in Britain. The architecture of the ancient castles is as beautiful as in fairy tales. The British wind is also particularly soft. The car window is only half open, but the wind outside the car window blowing into her hair feels extremely refreshing. Song Yuyan can't help but close her eyes, her red lips half-curled, feeling the coolness of the wind outside the car window.

Brett glanced at Song Yuyan, then looked at Nan Zeyu with his blue eyes. He nodded slightly, smiled indifferently, and said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "President Nan, indeed, I really don't know how to describe your wife. Anyway, she is sweet and beautiful."

Nan Zeyu's thin lips curled up into a faint smile, his deep black eyes looked directly at Brett, and he nodded with satisfaction. Bai Xun was nervous and couldn't say more. That's right, the young lady is indeed very sweet and moving, so the president is so worried about her!

On the passenger seat, Xia Rounuan turned her head and glared at Song Yuyan who turned her head to look out the car window. Her face was gloomy, and she bit her lower lip with her pink lips. A sharp light flashed in her eyes. Her face was cold and she murmured: Damn it, that's not my seat. When she comes, I can't even sit...Song Yuyan.

As she spoke, she clenched her fists, which made a crackling sound, and her whole body was shaking with anger. At this moment, she was like a wild lion that was about to explode in anger, and she wished she could tear Song Yuyan apart. Before she came to England, she could sit next to Nan Zeyu openly, but after she came to England, she could only give up her seat indifferently.

The pain was like a sharp bayonet, cutting her heart one by one, and it hurt so much that her limbs were weak and she could hardly breathe. Xia Rounuan turned her head and angrily glared at the foreigner with blue hair and gray eyes. She bit her lip with resentment and said in English: I order you, now, speed up immediately, do you hear me!

The foreigner with blue hair and gray eyes was shaking all over and her legs were weak. She turned her head with a trembling face and looked at Xia Rounuan, who was full of resentment and was about to be furious. His face turned pale, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, put his hands on the steering wheel, and suddenly, he accelerated violently.

Song Yuyan was feeling the cool breeze when suddenly the Rolls-Royce accelerated abruptly. She staggered and accidentally hit her arms on the armrests of the car seat. Then, after she reversed the seat sideways, her waist also hit the armrest of the car seat.

Nan Zeyu turned his eyes and saw Song Yuyan. He pulled her tightly into his arms and put her on his lap. Nan Zeyu also realized it. His deep black eyes shot sharply at Brett. His face was as cold as ice and he said: Mr. Brett, what's going on? Why did the car suddenly speed up...

The man hugged the girl's waist distressedly. She frowned, her face turned pale, and her voice trembled: I, I, I, I'm fine. Nan Zeyu felt her body trembling slightly. He held her tightly in his arms, and she sat on his lap uncomfortably.

Xia Rounuan's face turned purple with anger. How could this happen? The sight of Nan Zeyu holding Song Yuyan on his lap hurt her eyes deeply. She was so angry that her back teeth were about to break. She clenched her fists so tightly that it seemed as if she wanted to crush all her bones, but she did not feel any pain at all.

Mr. Bright frowned, his face darkened, he turned his head to look at the driver's seat, his eyes darkened, his face angry, and he shouted angrily: Hey, what are you doing? Drive slowly, don't scare President Nan's young wife, Luska.

Luska was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and slowly slowed down the car. Brett felt the car slow down, he turned his head and looked at President Nan, who had a face as cold as ice, and said with an apologetic smile: "Hey, I'm sorry, President Nan, I don't know what happened to my world? Sorry, sorry, I apologize to you on his behalf, please take it easy, President Nan."

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, his eyes were as cold as a piece of frozen frost, his eyebrows were as cold as a sharp blade, he looked directly at Brett and said darkly: If there is anything wrong with the collision my wife just made, then Mr. Brett, I think we can terminate our cooperation!

Brett was so scared that his face turned pale. His body was shaking, and he smiled nervously and said, "No, no, no, President Nan, I have asked Luska to slow down the car. President Nan, please think twice!"

Seeing the situation was getting serious, Song Yuyan turned her head, glanced at him, and said calmly: Ah Yu, I'm really fine, don't make such a hasty decision, really, I'm fine now. Brett also trembled and looked at Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan turned her head and met Mr. Brett's blue eyes, which were shaking with fear.

Song Yuyan smiled modestly, half-opened her red lips and smiled: I'm fine, Brett, I'm really fine. Nan Zeyu hugged Song Yuyan, who was sitting on his lap, tightly in his arms. He leaned back coldly, looked at Brett with an indifferent face, and said coldly: What I said just now was not a joke, but my wife said she was fine, so forget it. If my wife is fine, you will certainly be fine too, Brett.

Brett was so scared that cold sweat broke out all over his body. It was the first time he met such a heartless President Nan. He smiled and nodded quickly, saying: Yes, yes, it's my driver's fault, President Nan, I'm sorry, don't be angry.

Bai Xun was so frightened that cold sweat dripped down his jaw. You know, President Nan is very protective of his wife. After the collision just now, he saw the president's anger and wanted to tear Brett to pieces. His legs couldn't help but go weak. Bai Xun slowly exhaled and lowered his head.

It was already 12 o'clock when they returned to the hotel from Brett's clothing store. The man got out of the car with his legs spread out. Song Yuyan looked at her. He walked straight up to her, grabbed her, and then held her horizontally in his arms. Song Yuyan was so anxious that she turned her head and put her little hands around the back of Nan Zeyu's neck.

Brett opened the car door and got out. He looked at Nan Zeyu cautiously and said nervously: "Well, President Nan, let's just break up now. The day after tomorrow we will officially start designing new clothes according to your needs. Is that okay with you?"

Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan in his arms, his face was cold, and he spoke in a deep voice: Bai Xun, come here, talk to Brett. After that, he didn't look at Brett again, but stepped forward, stepped sideways, and strode into the hotel.

Bai Xun looked helpless as he watched his president leave his foreign partners and walk into the hotel with the young lady in his arms. He looked at Brett and said sincerely: I can see that the president is very angry today, but, Mr. Brett, I just need to tell you what the president wants.

Brett didn't know what to say. He just turned his head with a confused smile and looked at Bai Xun who was sincere behind him. Bai Xun looked directly at Brett and said indifferently: "The president's demand is that the clothes are simple and uncomplicated but can bring out the characteristics of the clothes designed by the employees of your clothing store, Mr. Brett. After all, this is the clothing output of one quarter."

Mr. Brett nodded slightly, his blue eyes flickered slightly. He patted his chest, glanced at Bai Xun, and said solemnly in unfluent Chinese: Okay, Assistant Bai, then I got it. I will come over the day after tomorrow and take you and President Nan with me. What happened today was really a momentary mistake made by my driver. I apologize to President Nan on his behalf and tell him not to take it to heart.

After saying that, Brett gave Bai Xun a standard bow. Xia Rounuan saw this scene when she opened the car door. She was so angry that her face turned pale. She glared at Bai Xun coldly and walked towards the hotel angrily. She pushed open the door of the hotel.

Bai Xun frowned as he watched Brett's actions. He said calmly: Okay, okay, okay, Brett, our president is not that kind of person, but the young lady is his life to him. I accept it and will tell the president.

Xia Rounuan ran quickly into the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor. When the elevator reached the 10th floor, she quickly walked out of the elevator and walked in the hotel corridor. She saw Nan Zeyu walking gently in front of her, and she followed closely.

Nan Zeyu walked very fast. Just when she was about to catch up with him, he had already opened the door and then closed it... When Xia Rounuan chased after him, she saw that the door of Nan Zeyu's room was already closed.

She was so angry that she walked forward weakly, put her ear against the door, and listened to the movements in the room. Damn, she was just one step, just one step away and she would catch up with Nan Zeyu.

In the room, the man walked into the room slowly with the girl in his arms. He raised his leg and kicked the door open. Song Yuyan was gently held on the bed by him. Before she could react, Nan Zeyu had turned her over and pressed her on the bed. Then, his deep black eyes were like a charming whirlpool that gradually bewitched Song Yuyan under him.

He moved closer to her little face, held her snow-white face with both hands, and kissed her red lips with his thin lips so domineeringly. He quickly pried open her lips and teeth, gently taking in the sweetness of her lips, kissing her so hard that she felt dizzy, her mind went blank, and she was at a loss.

As if he wanted to kiss the breath out of her lips, he slowly let go of her with a low breath. Song Yuyan breathed sharply, her little face flushed, and said in a breathless voice: You are like this, like this, always like this, I, huff, huff, huff, I can't breathe.

Nan Zeyu chuckled lovingly, raised his hand and rubbed her little head, his eyebrows and eyes were as soft as clouds, and said lovingly: It's not because you, my wife, are too sweet, and I, your husband, can't control myself, baby, it's not enough!

Song Yuyan pressed desperately against his strong chest. She glared at him with her watery eyes and said with a gasping breath: No, no, no, I can't stand it, no, that's enough, I think it's enough, please forgive me, Ayu.

The two of them slept in the room with their arms around each other's waists for half an hour before the man carried her to the door, opened the door, and took her to the room where he and Shen Jiayi lived. Song Yuyan blushed and knocked on the door. After a while, Shen Jiayi came to open the door. When she opened the door, she saw Nan Zeyu standing outside the room holding Song Yuyan.

Nan Zeyu looked at Shen Jiayi with an indifferent face and said nervously: "Ms. Shen, I brought Xiaoyan here. By the way, she accidentally hit her arms and back in the car today. Please take a close look to see if she is hurt anywhere."

Shen Jiayi looked at Song Yuyan steadily, she looked at her pitifully, she nodded, glanced at Nan Zeyu indifferently, and said gently: Okay, I understand, President Nan, and besides, I need to change the bandage on her knee wound.