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

next day

The delicate and pretty little girl on the bed was still fast asleep. The door was slowly opened, and there was the sound of soft male leather shoes. He slowly walked to the bed. The man bent his legs and lowered his waist. With his handsome face, he approached the lovely little girl sleeping soundly on the bed. Nan Zeyu glanced at her sleeping face with soft eyes. He lowered his eyes, caressed her pink little face, and kissed her lower lip lightly with his thin lips like a feather.

The little girl frowned slightly, half opened her red lips, and murmured in her sleep: Well, I know it's you, but I'm really sleepy, can you let me sleep a little longer?

Nan Zeyu knelt on the carpet with his long legs, approached her pink face, and touched the tip of Song Yuyan's nose with his slender fingers. Her little face was rosy, her red lips were plump and moist, her long eyelashes trembled gently like a small fan, and her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

His dark eyes, as deep as the silent sea at night, emanated the softest light in the world. With a gentle smile on the corners of his lips, he stared at the sleeping beauty from time to time. He lowered his head to check the time on his watch and frowned slightly.

He stood up, gently held Song Yuyan's forehead, moved close to her forehead, and gently kissed her brows. He glanced at her eyebrows and said in a soft voice: Baby, I may be very busy these days. Don't wait for me at night. Go to bed when you are sleepy, because the cooperation with Brett is coming to an end.

The man spoke in the softest, low-pitched, sexy voice. His deep obsidian eyes stared at Song Yuyan, who had her eyes tightly closed. He stood up, tucked the quilt in for her, kissed her nose softly, then turned around and walked quickly to the door.

Nan Zeyu opened the door, walked out without a trace of nostalgia, and slowly closed the door. As soon as Nan Zeyu opened the door and walked out, he saw Shen Jiayi walking from the end of the corridor. He paused, turned sideways, turned his head, and looked at Shen Jiayi.

Shen Jiayi walked quickly to Nan Zeyu, she glanced at him with her pair of black diamond eyes, her face was gloomy, her eyebrows were like frost. Nan Zeyu's eyes as dark as obsidian looked at her closely, he opened his thin lips and said coldly: I may have to trouble you to take care of Yanyan these days, Shen Jiayi. The cooperation with Brett is about to enter the final stage, and I will be back to the hotel very late, please take good care of her.

Shen Jiayi looked at Nan Zeyu expressionlessly. She nodded, slightly parted her rosy red lips, and said in a deep voice: "President Nan doesn't need to tell me, I will also take care of Yanyan. She is the apple of my eye."

Nan Zeyu's cold eyes swept over her icy jade skin. He was too confident in her as his best friend, and she never had any improper thoughts about him. Nan Zeyu nodded slightly and was about to walk forward past her.

Shen Jiayi turned around and looked at Nan Zeyu's tall figure. She said in a cold voice: "I hope President Nan can handle the matter between you and Xia Rounuan. Don't let Yanyan get involved in you. Also, don't let Yanyan get hurt. Otherwise...

Nan Zeyu moved, he heard the sound of Shen Jiayi clenching his fist, he tilted his head slightly, his face was cold, and he said in a sharp voice: She is my beloved woman, I can't let her get hurt at all, as for Xiao Nuan, I only treat her as my sister.

After that, Nan Zeyu quickly took long steps and walked quickly. It seemed like there was wind on his feet, and he walked very fast. Shen Jiayi looked at his disappearing back, her eyes narrowed, and she whispered in a low voice: "Sister, will my sister help me back to the hotel? President Nan, I will watch everything you do carefully."

Shen Jiayi looked calm. She turned around and walked to the door of the room. She opened the door, walked into the room, closed the door, walked towards the room, and was about to open the door.

She paused, and heard Song Yuyan's sleepy murmurs of grievance from inside. Shen Jiayi gently opened the door, and the door was half open. She stepped into the door with her long legs, and pushed it open. She heard Yanyan, who was still sleeping on the bed, suddenly exclaimed pitifully: "Can't you stay with me for a while? Come and leave, Nan Zeyu, you dog man."

Shen Jiayi's face was stunned. Yanyan must have really fallen in love with President Nan. She didn't know how many times she had said such things in her sleep. Thinking of this, she vowed to protect Song Yuyan, Zhili, and Xia Rounuan. She dared not let her Yanyan get hurt in any way.

She, Shen Jiayi, was determined to tear her to pieces. The woman's black diamond eyes exuded the ruthless murderous aura of hell. She loosened her hand that had pushed the door open, clenched her fists, and clenched her palms tightly. Song Yuyan was her life, and no one was allowed to hurt her.

Mr. Bright's Clothing Store

Nan Zeyu, Bai Xun, and Xia Rounuan followed Brett to the clothing factory of his clothing store. In the factory, there was a rumbling sound of machines operating various styles of clothing and dresses. The employees were concentrating on operating the clothing seriously, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Bai Xun looked at the president with a face as cold as ice, and he said tremblingly: "Um, President, I have already booked the plane ticket back to Ancheng. Today is April 29th, and I booked the flight on the st. President, please see..."

Nan Zeyu turned his head, his deep dark eyes staring at the trembling Bai Xun. He nodded slightly, opened his thin lips, and said lightly: Okay, then it’s number 31. Bai Xun, go buy some local British delicacies these days and bring them back to Ancheng.

Bai Xun suddenly realized and nodded, looking at the president's cold profile, he said sincerely: "Okay, I got it, President." However, Xia Rounuan behind Bai Xun heard the news, a hint of dark gloom flashed in her eyes, and her pink lips curled up into a cold smile.

Okay, I'm going back to China, Song Yuyan, you dead bitch, just wait, when you return to Ancheng, it will be your death soon, don't rush, I will kill you slowly, her charming brown eyes looked deeply at the handsome man with a face as cold as ice, soon, Brother Xiaoyu, you will truly belong to me.

She would not let Nan Zeyu stay away from her, she wanted him to belong to her completely. From noon to afternoon and evening, the employees of the garment factory worked overtime to complete the final production of the garments, not daring to be careless with every stitch.

Brett's clothes are top-quality handmade dresses from the UK. There is no other country that has a comparable dress. That's why Nan Zeyu has been renewing his clothing cooperation contract with Brett for a long time. Brett lowered his head and ate the Western food on the table.

He looked up at the majestic and handsome oriental man sitting opposite him. He looked at Nan Zeyu with his sapphire blue eyes and said with a warm smile: "Thank you for your hard work this month, President Nan. You have been running around with me day and night to my clothing store, company, and clothing factory. The clothing work is about to be finished, and I am really reluctant to leave."

Nan Zeyu chewed the red wine steak in his mouth. He picked up the crystal glass next to him, which was filled with blood-red wine. He lowered his head and drank the wine in one gulp. Then, he raised his eyes and looked over, gazing at Brett with deep eyes.

Brett looked at him, Nan Zeyu's thin lips curled up into a faint smile, his brows softened, and he said in a light voice: Mr. Brett, what's wrong with you? It's okay, you can come to Ancheng and come to my company when you have time. I don't want my little wife to stay in the UK anymore, so I want to return home as soon as possible.

Xia Rounuan, who was sitting on the right, paused her fingers as she was cutting the steak. She slowly raised her head and turned to look at Nan Zeyu, who was sitting next to Bai Xun. She clenched her fists little by little, and a cruel and cold light flashed in her eyes. Song Yuyan, it was Song Yuyan again. Everything belonged to her.

She wanted to get furious, but she didn't dare to. She could only suppress the anger in her heart, wishing she could bite Song Yuyan to pieces. Xia Rounuan's pupils were bloodshot, her pink lips were tightly clenched, and she felt a pain deep inside and in every part of her body.

The person she loved the most, actually, called her "little wife" in front of her. Why? Why was it Song Yuyan? Not her, she was the man's little wife, not Song Yuyan. She lowered her head with resentment and cut the steak into a pulp.

Then, she picked up the steak with a knife and fork and ate it with hatred. Nan Zeyu was still talking about Song Yuyan with Brett, who was sitting on the opposite table. Her body was trembling, and her brown eyes swept over the handsome and gentle man. When he mentioned Song Yuyan, his smile was so handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

The smile on his lips was gentle, his eyes were soft as water, and even his profile exuded a gentle atmosphere. Xia Rounuan's eyes turned red instantly. Resisting the urge to cry, she suddenly stood up and said in a muffled voice: You guys eat first, I'll go to the bathroom and be back soon.

After saying that, she pulled out the dining table and chairs, her mind was confused, her eyes were dazed, and she walked quickly to the left of the restaurant. Bai Xun noticed the expression on Xia Rounuan's face, and he frowned. He was going back to Ancheng, and he was really worried about the safety of the young lady.

He turned his head and looked at the president who was smiling gently and warmly. The president only smiled so gently when he mentioned the young madam. His aura was as gentle as water, not cold at all. He looked at the president with worried eyes, "President, please take a good look at Miss Xia. She wants to harm the young madam. How come you didn't notice it at all?"

British time, half past ten, Song Yuyan and Shen Jiayi, the two of them sat cross-legged on the sofa, with their backs against the sofa, sitting side by side, playing games with their mobile phones. Song Yuyan was dying from the game. She looked up, her face was full of anger, her little face was flushed, her pupils were clear, her red lips were half open, and she said angrily: This damn auxiliary, he had to go against me, it pissed me off, I wanted to leave, he stopped, I was completely unprepared, Jiayi.

When Shen Jiayi heard Song Yuyan's angry voice, she quickly put down her phone and snatched it from her. Her face was cold and her black diamond eyes were as sharp as ice knives. She looked directly at Song Yuyan's angry face and said in a cold voice: Don't be angry, Yanyan, just watch how I kill this assistant completely!

Then, Song Yuyan's earth-shaking admiration was heard in the room. Shen Jiayi was holding a mobile phone, fighting with a noob assistant in Honor of Kings on her mobile phone. A sneer appeared on her red lips, her eyebrows raised, and she said in a cold voice: If you want to fight with me, you really don't know how to write the word death. I will make you lose, don't even think about it.

Song Yuyan was completely terrified. She leaned over and saw Shen Jiayi holding her phone. The rookie support on the opposite side was killed by Shen Jiayi without leaving a single piece of armor. All the bodies were dead and fell to the ground in a pool of blood. Then, the happy news of "success" "success" "success" "success" came from the phone.

Song Yuyan couldn't believe it. She looked at Shen Jiayi. She was still fighting, not letting go of any noob support. She killed one when she saw one, ruthlessly and without mercy. Song Yuyan's jaw trembled, and she said in a daze: I know you are powerful, but I didn't know you are so powerful. Jiayi, you actually killed them all.

Shen Jiayi turned around with a beaming face and gave Song Yuyan a sly smile, then continued to fight in the game. Song Yuyan's ears were trembling from listening to it. She lay on her side on the sofa with her back bent. The noise was too loud. She really didn't know how to play the game. After a few minutes of the game, she was completely exhausted...

When Shen Jiayi finished the game of Honor of Kings, it was already 12 o'clock UK time. She turned around and saw Song Yuyan sleeping on the sofa in a delicate and gentle manner. Her head was lying on the back of the sofa, her legs were slightly bent and curled up, and her arms were flat on the sofa.

Shen Jiayi frowned. How could this little girl sleep? Would she feel comfortable? She put down her phone and was about to get up from the sofa. The door of the room slowly sounded at this time. Shen Jiayi got up from the sofa and walked to the door with long legs.

When he opened the door, he saw Nan Zeyu standing outside the door, looking tired, cold as ice, with shallow eyebrows and eyes. He glanced at Shen Jiayi, his face was indifferent, and he whispered in a low voice: "Where is Yanyan, is she asleep? I came to see her, I just came back."

The man walked slowly towards the room. Shen Jiayi was very tactful. She turned around and walked towards the room. Then, she opened the door and closed it, leaving the young couple alone in their own world.

A tall, handsome figure slowly walked towards the sofa, leaving only a warm yellow tint of the luxurious crystal chandelier. The man sat gently on the sofa. The little guy was sleeping soundly and didn't feel any sound at all.

Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Yuyan's sleeping posture. Her ankles were soft, white and smooth, the soles of her feet were white with a hint of pink, her legs were as white as snow, and her snow-white arms were flat on the sofa, her fingers were slender and her fingernails were pink.

His dark eyes stared at Song Yuyan's skirt. Even though she was sleeping on the sofa like this, her figure was still exquisite. Nan Zeyu breathed heavily, approached her pink little face, and looked down with his dark eyes.

She really could make him angry. He put his big hand on the back of her hand. Nan Zeyu carefully put her head on his shoulder. Song Yuyan realized that something was covering her. She subconsciously blurted out a sweet laugh and murmured: Is it you? Ayu, you are back, right? That's great.

She laughed sweetly and reached out to grab the sleeve of his suit jacket. Nan Zeyu didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked down at Song Yuyan, whose smile was as sweet as honey. He raised his hand to touch her milky little face. The corners of her lips curved into the most beautiful crescent shape, and her eyes and eyebrows were also curved.

So sweet, so sweet, his little thing was really so sweet, he couldn't help but get close to her red lips and kissed her easily, feeling the sweetness in Song Yuyan's lips and teeth, he was like a possessed person, kissing her little by little, gently prying open her lips and teeth.

Once they kissed, they would reluctantly let go. Song Yuyan's eyebrows were furrowed, and her lips were cold. She knew that he was kissing her. Song Yuyan also raised her hand to touch his handsome face. Nan Zeyu's face changed and he deepened the kiss.

The two lips pressed together, as if some magnet was attracting the man. He kissed her harder and harder, making Song Yuyan gasp for air and let out shy moans. Nan Zeyu let her go directly. Song Yuyan blushed and looked up at his fiery, scarlet, deep black eyes.

With a pair of clear eyes like crystal, she lowered her head and said in a sweet voice: Never mind, Ayu, kiss me, kiss me hard, um... um. Before Song Yuyan finished her words, Nan Zeyu, like a mad hungry wolf, held her little face with his warm big hand and kissed her fiercely.

It was a really fierce kiss, as if he wanted to break her red lips into pieces, leaving no space for her red lips. In a state of confusion and passion, Nan Zeyu tightly grasped her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. The man kissed her red lips passionately and madly again.

Song Yuyan was kissed all over by Nan Zeyu. She raised her head and his other big hand pressed tightly on the back of her head. Nan Zeyu raised his hands and pinched both sides of her cheeks. Song Yuyan frowned. This bastard asked him to kiss her hard, and he really kissed her hard...

It was unknown how long he kissed her, until the little one in his arms was dying, the man let go of the little one. Song Yuyan, who was able to breathe, had a red face, her heartbeat was disorderly, and she was gasping for air. Nan Zeyu looked at her who was dying from his kiss, curled his lips and smiled seductively, saying: Didn’t you let me kiss you hard, baby? Didn’t I kiss you hard?

Song Yuyan took a deep breath for a long time. When her breath stabilized, she turned her head. Her face was flushed and angry. Her eyes were full of anger. She said angrily: "I told you to kiss me hard, and you really kissed me hard? I almost fainted from your kiss. Do you know that?"

Nan Zeyu quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake. He squatted down, looked at Song Yuyan who was still angry, held her rosy little face with his big hands, and met Song Yuyan's watery and bright eyes like diamonds with his deep, charming black eyes. He gently rubbed her little head.

With a handsome smile like an ink painting, he said: Baby, the final finishing work has come. Bai Xun has booked the plane tickets. The plane ticket for the 31st, we will return to Ancheng. Song Yuyan's watery eyes were sparkling, as bright as the bright stars at night. She fluttered her long eyelashes, her eyebrows and eyes were curved like a round moon, and she said sweetly: Okay, let's go back to Ancheng, I miss Aunt Ye too.

The man glanced at the little girl with a doting smile. He put his forehead against hers, put his big hand around the back of her head and touched it. He chuckled and said: If I don't let you go, you're done for tonight, baby.

Song Yuyan knew what he meant by that. Her face turned even redder, her heart was pounding, and her heartbeat was like thunder. Looking at his handsome face in front of her, Song Yuyan blushed and wanted to lower her head. He smiled playfully with his ghostly lips: "Well, you want to hide, baby, do you know how much I want to eat you when you are like this? But don't worry, I won't. I will wait for the night you graduate, and that night I will eat you hard, little guy."

Song Yuyan could feel the blazing fire in his eyes, her eyes were turning red. She smiled dryly and nodded, saying shyly: You are my husband, what else can I say, then I have to let you, um...

Before Song Yuyan could finish her words, Nan Zeyu's cold thin lips could not help but seal her red lips. He tilted his head, pressed his big hands tightly on the back of her head, and slowly rotated her little head with the speed of his hands.

This kiss was an endless rotation, which made Song Yuyan dizzy and her heart beat as if it was about to burst. On the sofa, a pair of people were kissing passionately. He was infatuated with the sweetness of her lips. Even if he couldn't eat her now, it was very wonderful to kiss her like this.