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

Song Yuyan was sitting on the sofa. Suddenly, her eyelids drooped a little. Her head, which was leaning on the sofa, suddenly fell down. She suddenly opened her watery eyes. She was so sleepy. Her eyelids were fighting each other. Unable to resist the sleepiness, she got up and was about to put on her slippers. Just as she was about to leave, there was a hurried knock on the door, which made her eardrums dizzy. Song Yuyan took quick steps and ran to the door. She ran to the door panting.

When she opened the door, she saw a man standing outside with a dejected and cold face. Before the little girl could react, the man rushed into the room at lightning speed. He tied her tightly in his arms with his big hands and tied her arms tightly with both arms.

Then, her whole body was held tightly in his arms. Song Yuyan's face turned red. She had difficulty breathing in Nan Zeyu's arms. She said sullenly with her red face: "What's wrong with you? You're holding me too tight, Ayu."

The man's tall body hugged the little one in his arms tightly. He gently hooked his hind legs to close the door, holding her back of the head with one hand and holding her waist with the other hand. Song Yuyan stretched out her little face with difficulty breathing, resting her chin on his shoulder, panting softly: Ah, what happened? Nan Zeyu.

Slowly, the man gently let go of her, lowered his eyes, held her pink face in his hands, and scanned the pink little girl in front of him with his deep eyes that were as gentle as water. He scanned her up and down, stroked her shoulders, and then...

Song Yuyan's face turned even redder, her pair of watery and bright eyes looked up at him calmly, she bit her red lips, her little face turned even pinker like a delicate and tempting peach, her big eyes blinked and she tilted her head to glance at him.

Nan Zeyu looked at the little guy in his arms, his thin lips curled up into a faint smile, his deep dark eyes raised an arc like a flower, his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as ink paintings, he smiled softly and said: Silly baby, Shen Jiayi said that you cried all night last night, is it true? I just found out when I came back to the hotel.

The strength of his hands holding her little face was so gentle, as if a little more gravity would break her little face. His eyes as dark as obsidian met her clear and bright eyes. The little girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pouted with half-open red lips: Well, yes, so what, well, well, well...

Before Song Yuyan could finish her words, Nan Zeyu had already covered her moist red lips heavily and gently, and went straight in. Song Yuyan tossed and turned. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth with difficulty. He gently pried open her sweet lips and teeth, and gently took in the sweetness in her mouth.

The kiss made her feel dizzy, her mind went blank, and she had no resistance at all. She could only let him kiss her lips deeply like this until Song Yuyan felt she was about to suffocate. Nan Zeyu slowly let go of her lips and stroked her lips that were swollen from his kiss with his warm fingertips.

She chuckled and whispered: Does it hurt? Baby, did I hurt you, my wife? The little guy's face was as red as ripe peach petals, with snow-white skin and a little red face like pink peach petals. She shook her head gently, and her pair of clear, crystal-clear peach eyes glanced at his gentle black eyes.

Her eyes and eyebrows were curved in a smile, as soft and pink as peach blossoms, and she smiled sweetly and said: It doesn't hurt at all, I like your kiss so much, I like it so much, Nan Zeyu, can you keep kissing me like this?

Her little face arched into his arms, her little face became even pinker. Nan Zeyu looked at her smile that was as sweet as honey, and he also laughed softly. He raised his hand to stroke her little head and said lovingly: Also, as long as you like, I will kiss you until the end of time, my wife.

Song Yuyan smiled, the corners of her eyes curved into a sweet crescent, and her eyebrows were also curved sweetly. The man bent down, lifted the little guy up gently with one force, and then lifted the little guy up to sit on his wrist. Song Yuyan's body was lifted up like a child and sat on his wrist.

Nan Zeyu held her milk-scented body and walked quickly towards the balcony door, then gently put Song Yuyan down. Song Yuyan shook her head in confusion. Nan Zeyu held her tightly in his arms, put his big hand around her waist, and then opened the balcony door.

Outside the balcony, the night was quiet. He held her little hand and walked to the sofa on the balcony. He first sat on the sofa playfully with his long legs flat on the ground. Song Yuyan stood in front of him, and before she could recover from the shock, he pulled her down on the sofa with gravity.

Then he held her and sat her on his lap. The little girl's heart beat faster and her face turned red to her ears. She sat on his lap and instinctively hugged his neck. With a blushing face and a beating heart, Song Yuyan lowered her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu who was smiling charmingly. His eyebrows were as handsome as a painting, with deep and soft black eyes. He looked at her, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

Like the top piano music played at an international music festival, he pressed his forehead against her soft white forehead, their eyes met, and he panted in a low voice: "How about we stay here, baby?" Hmm... OK? The man's voice was like coaxing a lost little white rabbit that couldn't find its way.

Song Yuyan's face was flushed, and her heart was beating wildly as if it was about to burst out. The little girl's face was flushed, her watery eyes were trembling, her pupils suddenly shrank, her red lips were wide open, and she looked at the man with a jaw-dropping face, who was smiling like a ghost and enchanting everyone.

She shook her head violently, blushing and panting: No, no, no, no, if others hear it, no, no, no, no. The next second, Nan Zeyu gently held her red lips, blocking her words with hotness, his kiss was as fierce as a storm, and Song Yuyan was kissed by him so hard that she was gasping for breath.

Slowly he kissed her and she fell on the sofa. The British night outside the balcony was as dazzling as a castle, with lights flowing and turning. He gently pressed her on the sofa, put his handsome face close to her ear, and panted heavily: This is not up to you, wife, okay, um.

The man bewitched her heart and began to act recklessly with his big hands. Song Yuyan's whole body felt like it was on fire. His warm big hands lifted the hem of her skirt and went in, in, and in again, until...

Song Yuyan was instantly trembling, his handsome face flushed slightly, his black eyes looked at her with a dazed look, and he said in a hoarse voice: Not only that, I also want to take back the previous ones. After saying that, the man lowered his head and buried it in the little guy's neck.

On the sofa, the little guy's panting sound was even more charming than before, and it was like a catalyst, reaching the man's eardrums. Nan Zeyu was like a wild beast that had been hungry for who knows how long, teasing the little guy under him frantically.

He seemed to have been hungry for a long, long time, and he was tireless. The little guy kept panting. The man's forehead was soaked with sweat. He raised his thin lips to a perfect smile, and panted with a low laugh: Baby, do you like it? Do you like it like this? I know you like it, don't you?

Song Yuyan seemed to be controlled by him. She raised her head slightly, blushed, and panted: I... um, no, I don't know, um. Nan Zeyu raised his eyes, glanced at her with his deep black eyes, and took a deep breath.

Because he knew that it was not the final time for him and her yet, and he was afraid of tiring the little one, so he teased her gently.

It was already three o'clock in the morning in the second half of the night, and the man and woman on the sofa had not finished yet. Nan Zeyu was familiar with every part of Song Yuyan's body. Gradually, Song Yuyan took the initiative and sank with Nan Zeyu.

Her watery eyes slowly lowered, and he frowned. Her deep dark pupils burned like flames in the night. She held his arm, leaned her blushing little face on his muscular chest, and kissed him little by little with her red lips.

Every kiss from her lips made Nan Zeyu feel like fire was burning his body and mind. After a few seconds, the man's heavy breathing was heard again. He pressed the charming little girl under him again and started a new round.

The whole sofa seemed to be falling apart. No one knew how much time had passed. When the sky was about to turn light, the man slowly let go of the charming little girl. She had already fallen asleep.

He kissed her forehead lovingly, stood up from the sofa, and gently carried her sideways. Nan Zeyu didn't know how many times he had teased her. Her voice became weaker and weaker, but he didn't want to end it yet.

He carried the sleepy little girl into the bathroom, let her lean on his shoulder, filled the bathtub with hot water, and carried her into the bathtub. The boiling hot water instantly woke the sleepy little girl up.

Her little face was flushed, her red lips were completely swollen from his kisses, her body was covered with his crazy kisses, including her... She frowned, her red lips half opened, her little face puffed up like a bun, and she angrily shouted: "You dog man, Nan Zeyu, you big beast, please finish it quickly, I'm so tired, so tired..."

The man smiled as he tilted his head, his deep black eyes gazing at the sleeping little girl in the bathtub. Her red lips were half open, and she was scolding him. He smiled dotingly, raised his hand to stroke her rosy little face, and said softly: Be good, baby, it's because you are too sweet. I, your husband, only like your sweetness, do you understand?

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch her snow-white skin and carefully kissed her rosy little face. He gently wiped her skin, gave her a soft massage, and kissed her again, as if he was tireless.

He dried the little one, wrapped her in a new oversized bathrobe, then stood up from the bathtub, took a step, picked her up, walked out of the bathtub, carried her out of the bathroom, and walked into his suite.

Looking up at the floor-to-ceiling window in the room, the sky was getting brighter. He seemed to feel his eyelids were tired. He laid the little girl flat on the bed, gently hugged her waist and embraced her slender waist.

His handsome face was buried in the crook of her neck as he fell into a deep sleep. The little guy also felt the man's embrace and changed into a comfortable position, resting his head on his chest. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Song Yuyan woke up, it was already past three in the afternoon UK time. She frowned, slowly opened her eyelashes, and saw Nan Zeyu's handsome face. Her whole body felt sore as if she was weak.

She opened her eyes wide, staring at the handsome man who was still sleeping soundly, and said angrily: "You big beast, Nan Zeyu, you are not making up for it at all, you are simply trying to kill me."

Her voice was still a little hoarse, her face flushed with anger, she raised her eyes and glared at the culprit, feeling the little guy's strong anger, Nan Zeyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, his consciousness returned little by little, and he slowly opened his black eyes that were as bewitching as a whirlpool.

Song Yuyan glanced at him coldly, and said angrily with a bad face: It's all your fault. I feel weak all over now, I have no strength at all, I really feel like I can't get off the ground, Nan Zeyu...

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy whose face was red from breathing heavily. He supported the back of his head with one hand, glanced at the little guy charmingly, and said with a dumb smile: "How is it? It feels good, your husband, I have used all the strength that I have never used before, huh."

Song Yuyan's chest was heaving with anger, and she raised her fist to beat up the bastard. Nan Zeyu gave a playful smile, held her two fists in place, and then gently pulled the little girl into his arms again.

Song Yuyan's whole body and mind were shaking, and her heart was pounding, because she clearly felt that he was... doing it. She raised her eyes and stared at the handsome man who was smiling like a painting. Her eyes were wide open and trembling, and she said: Nan Zeyu, I warn you not to do it, do you hear me, isn't one night enough for you?

Nan Zeyu raised his hand and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. The two looked at each other. Nan Zeyu was in a good mood seeing her so angry. He grinned ghostly and said lightly: It's not enough, it's not enough in any way. I said, I, your husband, only like your sweetness.

Song Yuyan had a helpless look on her face. She didn't dare to move, for she was afraid that if she moved, a certain big CEO would be angered by her. His other big hand tightly embraced her slender waist, but that big hand began to become restless again.

Song Yuyan stared at him with her watery eyes and said coldly: I'm warning you, Nan Zeyu, don't do anything tricky. I'm really tired of being tortured by you. Enough, I say enough.

The man looked at the chattering little girl. He pressed his hand against her chin, leaned close to her red lips, and kissed her lips gently. Song Yuyan felt like she was electrocuted, and she collapsed in his arms after being kissed by him.

Nan Zeyu was so attracted to her that he could never get enough of kissing her red lips. It seemed like a century before he let go of her. He panted softly: Why are you so sweet, baby? I can never get enough of kissing you, I can never get enough of kissing you. Are you born this sweet?

Song Yuyan's face turned red and she took a deep breath. After a moment, she turned her head and glanced at him, blushing and saying with a pounding heart: You, how do you know? If I can't breathe, you dog man, you beast, you will torture me.

He smiled as he watched her babbling in anger, he stroked her snow-white face, glanced at her tenderly with his deep and bottomless black eyes, and said with a gentle smile: Then torture me next time, torture me severely, until you are satisfied, baby.

The little girl's body froze, her eyes full of moisture staring at the handsome man with a gentle smile. She shook her head violently, looking exhausted and said: This is what you said, don't regret it when the time comes, no, I'm still too tired to sleep!

After saying that, Song Yuyan fell into his arms, her eyes slowly closed. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes to look at the little girl with her eyes closed and shallow breathing. He held her forehead and kissed her forehead lightly with his thin lips, and whispered: Go to sleep, baby, it's your husband's fault, you sleep well and I'll wait for you to wake up.

Nan Zeyu looked at her sweet sleeping face, with a childlike bright smile on the corner of his lips, and his whole face was soft like a child's clear smile. Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone broke the silence at this moment. Nan Zeyu frowned slightly, pulled back the quilt, put on a bathrobe, and got out of bed.

He walked quickly to the door, opened it, walked to the sofa, picked up his cell phone, and walked back into the room with his cell phone. He sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding her small hand tightly in his big hand.

He looked down at the phone screen and saw the incoming call was from "Mom". Without giving it much thought, he swiped the screen with his long finger, pressed the answer button, and put the phone to his ear.

Ye Mu's soft voice came from the other end of the phone: Xiaoyu, it's me. How was your business trip in England? Did you see Xiaoyan? And, are you two okay? When will you come back to Ancheng?

Nan Zeyu's face sank, his black eyes flashed slightly, his eyes were gentle, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said softly: It's almost done, I still have some finishing work here, and I will take my wife back soon. She is fine, Mom.

On the other end of the phone, Ye's mother's voice disappeared for a while. Nan Zeyu frowned. Why is there no sound? Where is my mother? After a while, I heard my mother's gentle apologetic voice on the phone again: I just went to wash up. It's morning in the UK now, right? It's evening here in Ancheng, son.

Nan Zeyu turned his head suddenly, his eyes looking at the little girl sleeping on the bed, he smiled gently, massaged her palm with his big hands, then, he smiled lightly and said: Ah, yes, Mom, it's morning here, so you should be well in the villa by yourself, tell the bodyguards and Aunt Li if you have anything, and don't walk around.

Ye's mother smiled sinisterly on the phone, and then she said in a soft voice: Okay, I know my son loves me, Mom knows, you should come back with Xiaoyan soon.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's rosy little face, who was sleeping peacefully. He took out his hand and gently caressed her little face. The light in his eyes was soft and watery. He glanced at her rosy lips, then smiled gently at Ye's mother on the phone: Okay, I got it, Mom.

Ye's mother took her cell phone and walked slowly to the door. She opened the door, walked out, closed the door, walked to the stairs, and walked down the stairs with a brisk pace. She sighed and said aggrievedly: Xiaoyu, please coax my daughter-in-law and bring her back home soon. Mom really misses Xiaoyan. It's all your fault!

Nan Zeyu wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did she blame him again? He said in a gentle voice: "Okay, I got it. I will also tell Yanyan and tell her that you miss her."

Nan Zeyu came close to her little face, which was rosy and cute. He kissed her cheeks softly with his thin lips. Ye's mother paused, her pupils shrank, and when she heard the kissing sound on the phone, she didn't even have to think about what her son was doing.

She covered her mouth and laughed softly, saying: "Okay, you just need to know. I'm going to have a midnight snack and go to bed later. Remember to eat, too, okay?" Son.

Nan Zeyu was so engrossed in kissing the little girl that he didn't hear Ye Mu's words. When he came to his senses and picked up the phone, there was a beeping sound of hang-up. He put the phone aside, moved the little girl's head to his arm, lowered his eyes, leaned over, and kissed her half-open red lips gently and lightly. He could never kiss her enough. She was really sweeter than he had imagined, his sweet wife.

The man's thin lips kissed her red lips carefully, he kissed her gently, her lips were so sweet, he didn't want to let go after kissing her, although Song Yuyan was dazed, she also felt it, he kissed her half open red lips more devotedly, and then, she responded to his kiss, the man's face changed, he held the back of her head and deepened the kiss, Song Yuyan also responded to his kiss more eagerly.