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

After Father Nan went back to Jiangdu, everything returned to normal. He was busy until very late every day and returned to the hotel very late. When I was about to fall asleep, I vaguely heard the low, slow, soft and bewitching sexy voice of a man whispering in my ear: Good night, baby, your wife really wants to hold you to sleep, but I have to get up early tomorrow and will not be in the hotel all day. Be good, baby.

The man's handsome face pressed tightly against my rosy little face and rubbed it gently. Then, Nan Zeyu's warm big hand caressed my entire face. My breathing was very shallow. In fact, I was not asleep. I knew it was him, but I didn't want to open my eyes, so I pretended to be asleep.

Then, his cold thin lips kissed my lips softly again and again, and then he slowly let me go. I heard the sound of his quick footsteps in leather shoes, and I turned my head little by little. When I turned my head, I saw that the door was gently closed by him.

Song Yuyan's face was flushed and hot. She raised her hand to touch her lips, which still had the scent of his kiss. Almost every night, Nan Zeyu would come to Song Yuyan's room quietly, look at her, kiss her red lips, and rub his handsome face against her cheek gently.

Then, he turned around gently and left her room quickly. But what Nan Zeyu didn't know was that Song Yuyan basically fell into a deep sleep after the second half of the night. She really wanted him to stay and hold him to sleep, but Song Yuyan knew that he was really busy and would not come back to the hotel until very late to visit her in her room.

Song Yuyan turned around and saw the empty room. The whole room was still filled with his sexy scent. She supported herself on the bed with her confused arms and slowly sat up. She leaned her back against the headboard, looked up at the ceiling.

A pair of watery, transparent and clear peach eyes blinked gently, "You bastard, you kissed me and ran away? Is it like this every day? How can she sleep?" Song Yuyan frowned, her little face puffed up, and she scolded and panted: "You bastard, you pissed me off, I didn't fall asleep at all, why didn't you stay a little longer?"

Song Yuyan's face flushed with anger. She leaned against the bed with her red lips pouting high. Her cheeks were puffed up and she said aggrievedly: "Can't you, can't you, stay with me more? I really want you to hold me to sleep, Ayu."

Her watery eyes were covered with a hazy, crystal clear mist, and her eye sockets turned red. Crystal clear tears slowly rolled around in her eye sockets. Song Yuyan closed her eyes slightly, and tears as crystal clear as water slid down her cheeks, like flowers surrounded by water vapor at night, so pitiful.

Song Yuyan lowered her head with her chin resting on her knees. Her brows drooped and her eyelashes were filled with tears. Her legs, which were as white and translucent as snow, were slightly bent. Her delicate and soft chin rested on her knees. Her watery eyes were filled with crystal clear tears and she sobbed softly.

Song Yuyan's low sobs echoed in the huge double bed room. At the same time, Shen Jiayi, who had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, walked out of the bathroom and walked to the door of the room. She paused and her hand that was about to open the door also paused.

Is this little girl crying secretly again? Her face instantly turned cold as ice, and her black diamond eyes exuded an icy spirit. Damn it, it's Nan Zeyu again, what's wrong with this Nan Zeyu? Why does he always make Yanyan cry secretly? She is so heartbroken.

Finally, her hand that was about to knock on the door slowly dropped, and she turned around and walked towards the sofa. Shen Jiayi hadn't slept for nearly a night, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and listening to Song Yuyan's low crying in the room, she felt a dull pain in her heart. Since she became her best friend, she didn't allow her to shed a single tear.

She frowned and clenched her fists little by little. If anyone dared to hurt her Yanyan, she, Shen Jiayi, would make them live a life worse than death! With a frown and her ear against the wall, listening to the delicate sobs in the room, Shen Jiayi's heart ached and numbed.

But Song Yuyan is such a strong-willed little girl. Now that she is trapped in her room, she must be feeling even worse. Shen Jiayi decided to find time tomorrow to have a good chat with Nan Zeyu. She scratched her head in annoyance. The two best friends, one was sobbing in the room, while the other was sitting on the sofa with a frown listening, neither of them could fall asleep.

The next morning, Shen Jiayi got up from the sofa. She didn't know how she fell asleep last night. She got up from the sofa, put on her slippers, and when she walked to the door of the room, she turned her head and looked around, then quickly walked to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she walked quickly to the door of the room and opened it in one go. The door slowly opened and she saw Song Yuyan curled up with her petite body sleeping at the end of the double bed. She walked forward gently. Song Yuyan's little face was pink and rosy, her red lips were pouting, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted.

She was curled up and sleeping, and when she got closer, she saw obvious traces of tears on her little face. Shen Jiayi's heart sank. She bent her legs, bent over and knelt on the carpet, holding Song Yuyan's little face. Her slender jade fingers gently wiped away the tears on her little face, and she lowered her head and said softly: "Be good, baby Yan, sleep well, um."

Song Yuyan in the nightmare, her red lips half opened, she choked and said aggrievedly: "You bastard, you bastard, can't you stay with me for a little longer? I want you to hold me to sleep, please don't leave, forget it, go away, I hate you!"

Shen Jiayi's face turned pale and her pupils widened. Even in her nightmare, this little girl wanted President Nan to stay and accompany her more. Shen Jiayi gently supported her shoulders, held her curled up body in her palms, and moved her little by little onto the pillow.

He gently covered her with the quilt and glanced at her deeply. Her wrinkled sleeping face made her heart ache suddenly. She decided that no matter what she said today, she would talk to Nan Zeyu. The damn man made her Yanyan cry again. Shen Jiayi turned around angrily, walked out of the room quickly, and then closed the door gently.

Shen Jiayi walked to the door, opened it, and walked angrily to the door of the top luxury presidential suite. She had a furious look on her face, her black diamond eyes were filled with icy coldness that could spurt blood, and she raised her hand and knocked on the door violently.

Bai Xun had just come out of the bathroom after washing up when he heard a thunderous knock on the door. His heart sank and he quickly walked to the door. At this time, could it be the young lady? No, the young lady's knock on the door was so gentle...

He quickly opened the door and saw Shen Jiayi standing outside with an angry face and black diamond eyes emitting blood-curdling coldness. His heart trembled when he saw her. She was the young lady's best friend. This lady was really not to be trifled with!

Bai Xun smiled tremblingly, looking directly at the angry and cold Shen Jiayi outside the door. He smiled cautiously and said, "Miss Shen, why are you here so early in the morning? What do you want to talk to the president about?"

When Shen Jiayi saw that the person who opened the door was not Nan Zeyu but his personal assistant Bai Xun, she looked even colder and gloomy, staring at Bai Xun and said sternly: "Where is Nan Zeyu? Where is your president? Let him come out, I want to have a good talk with him!"

The last sentence "Let's have a good talk" was uttered by Shen Jiayi word by word with gritted teeth, which made Bai Xun sweat coldly, his legs went weak, and his back felt cold. Bai Xun stared at the furious Shen Jiayi with a smile on his face, and he said in a trembling voice: Well, our president went to Mr. Brett's place early this morning and will be back in the early morning. He went with Miss Xia.

Shen Jiayi raised her eyebrows, her black diamond eyes looked directly at Bai Xun, and said in a faint voice: "Miss Xia? That Xia Rounuan?" Bai Xun looked at Shen Jiayi sincerely with his amber eyes, nodded and said: "Ah, yes, the president said he didn't need me today, so I didn't go with you, Miss Shen."

Shen Jiayi's rosy red lips curved into a playful arc. She glanced at Bai Xun indifferently and said leisurely and contentedly: That's great, your President Nan, he leaves his wife alone and goes to work with another woman. That's fine, then I'll wait for these two to come back.

After she finished speaking, Shen Jiayi seemed to be filled with anger. She bumped into Bai Xun's shoulder and walked quickly into the presidential suite. Bai Xun was stunned. He was bumped on the shoulder by Shen Jiayi and staggered back a few steps.

Bai Xun and Shen Jiayi sat on the sofa facing each other. She crossed her arms and glared at Bai Xun. Bai Xun lowered his head carefully, then looked up at Shen Jiayi. He whispered: "Well, Madam, is she awake?" Miss Shen.

Shen Jiayi stared at Bai Xun with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, her eyebrows twisted into knots, her face gloomy, and she said sternly: "Are you awake? She cried all night, and you still have the nerve to ask me, Assistant Bai, I just want to ask which husband would let his wife cry all night like this, only your CEO would do it!"

Bai Xun was stunned, staring at Shen Jiayi like a wooden chicken, his pupils widened, and he asked in confusion: Ah, what's wrong with the young lady? Why did you cry all night? What does it have to do with President Nan?

Shen Jiayi glanced at him, said nothing, stood up from the sofa and walked to the hotel balcony. Bai Xun sat on the sofa in a daze, frowned, and murmured in confusion: How is it possible, how could it be, why would the young lady cry all night?

Seeing this, Bai Xun got up from the sofa and quickly followed Shen Jiayi. Shen Jiayi walked to the door of the hotel balcony. She raised her leg and kicked the balcony door hard, then walked into the balcony.

Bai Xun was so scared that he gasped and walked forward uncontrollably. Shen Jiayi was standing outside the balcony. When she heard the footsteps, she turned around and glared at Bai Xun, saying angrily: I took a leave of absence to come to England to accompany Yanyan to find her husband, not to let her suffer any grievance or to see her cry. Assistant Bai, please tell your president that I will not let him have an easy time if Yanyan suffers any grievance.

Bai Xun was so scared that he shook his head like a rattle. He held his breath and said in a trembling voice: No, no, no, no, Miss Shen, how could it be possible? The president loves the young lady so much, how could he let the young lady suffer any grievances, what are you saying?

Shen Jiayi glanced over and stared at Bai Xun. Bai Xun was so scared that he immediately lowered his head and dared not speak. Shen Jiayi didn't look at Bai Xun again, turned around, walked towards the balcony door, and walked out of the balcony slowly.

One afternoon, Song Yuyan slept for the whole afternoon. When she opened her eyes, the light from the floor-to-ceiling window shone on the double bed. Her head was a little confused, and she slowly opened her big, watery and clear eyes, then slowly sat up from the bed.

She looked down at the time on her watch. It was already 6 o'clock. She was unconscious and had no idea how she fell asleep last night... Song Yuyan sat on the bed for a long time. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and put on her slippers.

After washing up and walking out of the bathroom, Jiayi went out again, and she didn't know where she went. She walked to the sofa in a daze, hugged her legs, and sat on the sofa, looking towards the floor-to-ceiling window in the direction of the sofa. The night was getting darker, but she missed him again, wondering what he was doing at this time?

Song Yuyan's eyes were dim and her eyelashes drooped. She leaned her head on the luxurious burgundy sofa. "Nan Zeyu, you bastard, I missed you so much. I've woken up, why haven't you called me yet?" Song Yuyan turned around and took the phone behind her. She picked up the phone.

She opened her phone and swiped the screen. No, there was no call from him. She swiped the screen with her long, jade-like fingers, opened WeChat and the messages. No, there was no call from him, no text message, and no WeChat message.

Today, Nan Zeyu seemed to have lost contact with her again. Her heart skipped a beat and her head ached. What was going on? Nothing would happen, Song Yuyan felt vaguely uneasy, and her whole body and mind were in a panic.

Bright's Clothing Store -

Nan Zeyu and Xia Rounuan were sitting in Mr. Brett's office with serious expressions. In addition, the employees of Mr. Brett's clothing store were also in Brett's office. Brett looked at an employee in front of him who had made a mistake. His sapphire blue eyes exuded a hint of anger as he stared at the blonde employee with blue-gray eyes and a low-cut dress standing in front of her.

Brett looked at the employee and yelled angrily: "Louise, what's wrong with you? How could you ruin Miss Xia's skirt?" Xia Rounuan sat next to Nan Zeyu with her head down in pain, and said bitterly: "My skirt, my skirt, is all ruined."

At first, Louise, an employee, was concentrating on making a new evening princess dress in the clothing factory of the clothing store. Xia Rounuan saw that the evening dress Louise was making was very beautiful, so she picked it up carefully. Who knew that the next second, Louise suddenly stood up.