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

It was almost midnight when Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu walked to the door of the room. The man paused and the little girl stared at his profile in a daze. He turned his head and glanced at her. Under the light from the corridor of the room, Song Yuyan's watery eyes made her skin even whiter, with a hint of pink. Her little face was crystal clear and white, and her big eyes were bright and clear, like crystal.

The moist red lips revealed a bright temptation. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes, turned sideways, and turned to look at her snow-white and peach-pink face. He placed his fingertips softly on her red lips. Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, her little face turned pink, and her nervous shoulders trembled slightly.

The man gently bent his long legs, then gently picked her up sideways. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu's handsome face with her big eyes blinking. She said nervously: Um, what's wrong with you? Ah Yu.

The man's black eyes, as deep as the silent sea, glanced at her watery eyes gently and lightly, curled his lips and smiled lightly, saying: Don't go back to the room tonight, stay with me, the private plane will come to England early tomorrow morning, baby.

Song Yuyan's face turned red and she lowered her eyebrows. After a moment, she looked up and stared at the man's handsome face with her bright eyes. She smiled and said sweetly: Okay, Ayu, you tonight.

As Song Yuyan spoke, her little face turned red with shyness again. The man looked at the little girl in his arms with a shy and blushing face, and his heart skipped a beat. Looking at her shy face with her eyes lowered, he walked forward steadily and quickly, his steps as fast as the wind.

He carried Song Yuyan back to the room, put her on the sofa, and put her legs on the sofa. Nan Zeyu smelled the fragrance of milk from her soft and white little ankles. There was a hint of sweetness in the air. His little wife was really too sweet.

Song Yuyan's face flushed as she lowered her head, not daring to look him in the face. The man squatted down and knelt on one leg. He gently lifted her chin with his fingers. When Song Yuyan raised her eyes, she met Nan Zeyu's dark, obsidian-like, charming, deep and ghostly eyes. Her heart was beating like thunder.

Before Song Yuyan could open her mouth to ask questions, Nan Zeyu's handsome face slowly approached her rosy little face, pinched both sides of her cheeks with one hand, and slowly sealed her red lips with his thin lips. Song Yuyan's face turned red like a bright pink peach blossom, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted.

She raised her hands and hugged his neck, and their lips penetrated deep into his. Song Yuyan's heartbeat quickened, and he let her go. He pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a low voice: Wait for me on the sofa for a while, I'm going to take a shower, wife.

Song Yuyan blushed, nodded slightly, and said in a soft voice: Well, okay, I'll wait for you. Nan Zeyu looked at her rosy face, lowered his head, and her red lips became more attractive after being kissed by him. He raised his hand to touch the back of her head and kissed her right cheek.

He stood up, turned around, and walked quickly to the bathroom. Song Yuyan heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, she raised her head, her ears were burning, she smiled and raised her hand to touch her red lips, although his lips were cold, but the moment he kissed her lips was really hot.

Song Yuyan sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking towards the bathroom. Did it take so long to wash? She raised her hand and looked at the time on her watch. It was already past one o'clock. She hadn't finished washing yet... Slowly, she felt sleepy, and her eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

The next second, her petite body slowly fell sideways on the sofa, her eyes still wide open, but her consciousness told her that she was really sleepy. She closed her eyes, laid her little head down, put her hands on her knees, and fell asleep.

Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower. His tall and straight figure was as handsome as a tree. He walked towards the sofa with his long legs and saw the petite figure sleeping on the armrest of the sofa. He walked over and bent down. The little girl's face was still pink, her eyebrows were beautiful, her red lips were gently fluttering, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting.

Nan Zeyu gently held her body in his arms, then picked her up sideways and walked towards the room. Nan Zeyu pulled back the quilt and gently put Song Yuyan on the bed. She laid her body flat on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and looked down at the sleeping face of the little girl, who was so pink and beautiful, with a crescent smile on her thin lips.

His deep, bright and clear eyes looked straight at Song Yuyan's little face, and his voice, like the sound of a top-notch piano, said slowly: I'll go get your suitcase, and then I'll pack it. Yanyan, you should have a good sleep first, okay?

Song Yuyan's head shook from side to side, and he smiled deeper, leaned over, and kissed her red lips gently. He covered her with the quilt, got up, strode to the door, and walked out of the room. There was no light on in the room, only the orange-yellow table lamp on the bedside table, which could only shine on the little girl's white face, as white as snow.

An hour later, Nan Zeyu packed his luggage and walked slowly to the bed. Just as he was about to lift the quilt, Song Yuyan's watery eyes slowly opened and widened a little bit. She stared at his handsome face with sparkling eyes, and her eyes were as gentle as the bright moonlight.

The man gently lay on his side on the bed, and with his big hands he pulled the dazed little girl into his arms. Her whole little face was flushed, and her big eyes were sparkling with crystal-clear light, soft and touching.

Nan Zeyu's other big hand tightly embraced her small waist. He lowered his eyes to look at her eyebrows. Song Yuyan didn't say anything, but her whole body arched into his arms, her little face resting on his chest. Her voice came from above her head in a daze: Where have you been? Uh, you really slept, An An!

After saying that, Song Yuyan really fell asleep. He smiled gently and kissed her hair softly. Then, he turned his head, reached out to turn off the lamp, hugged her slender waist, and let her lean on his chest safely.

Listening to Song Yuyan's heartbeat, his thin lips curled up into a ghostly smile, his eyebrows were gentle as water, his black eyes slowly closed, his breathing was shallow, and he fell into a deep sleep. Nan Zeyu's large palm was still on her back, never leaving, patting her back gently again and again.

The next morning, Song Yuyan opened her eyes, her pupils slowly moved, and she sat up suddenly. The room was empty. Where was he? Where was Nan Zeyu? Didn't he say he was leaving for Ancheng today? She got out of bed barefoot, her ankles stepped on the carpet, stood up, ran to the door with her legs, and opened it.

When she ran out of the room, she saw the man's figure leaning against the bathroom door with a cold look. She walked over lightly and stood on tiptoe to the bathroom door. Nan Zeyu leaned against her with his tall figure leaning against the bathroom door. Song Yuyan leaned against the bathroom door with her ear tilted and blinked her big eyes in confusion.

Nan Zeyu seemed to be on the phone. Through the bathroom door, Song Yuyan heard the voice of Assistant Bai Xun. Nan Zeyu said coldly to the other end of the phone: Bai Xun, I don't care about you. I will take Yanyan and her best friend back to Ancheng in a while. What time will the private plane arrive in the UK?

Song Yuyan listened carefully to the cold and icy scolding of the man in the bathroom. Her eyebrows slightly frowned. So, Bai Xun and Xia Rounuan are not going back to Ancheng with us? Song Yuyan heard Nan Zeyu's helpless exhalation in the bathroom. Her heart beat fast, for fear that he would know that she was outside the bathroom door.

Song Yuyan covered her mouth and continued to listen. Then, she heard Bai Xun's faint voice on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Nan, the private plane will arrive in the UK at twelve o'clock and will stop on the rooftop balcony of the hotel. I understand. I will take Miss Xia back to Ancheng."

The man just said "hmm" indifferently, and then quickly hung up the phone. Then, the sound of water running from the faucet came from the bathroom. He should be washing up. Song Yuyan's face was panicked, and she turned around and ran forward quickly on tiptoe.

Song Yuyan ran back to the room, tidied the bedding and folded it neatly. There was a bathroom in the room. She glanced around the room and saw that her suitcase was also taken over and placed together with his suitcase. She quickly walked to the closet door and put the suitcase down on the carpet.

A few minutes later, Song Yuyan walked out of the bathroom in the room. She changed into a low-waist dress with white floral patterns suitable for spring. The dress was made of cloth, which was very comfortable to wear and very light. It was knee-length and had a white floral pattern with a flower collar.

After changing into her skirt, Song Yuyan walked to the door of the room, and when she was about to open it, she saw a handsome figure standing at the door, as tall as a tree, she slowly raised her eyes and met Nan Zeyu's gentle eyes, he smiled softly, his eyebrows were as gentle as water, and his eyes were beautifully curved.

Song Yuyan hugged his waist, Nan Zeyu raised his hand to rub her little head, and said in a light voice: When did you wake up, Yanyan, I was just about to wake you up. Song Yuyan turned sideways and hugged his waist, with her little face pressed against his chest.

Then, she raised her eyes and gazed at the man's incredibly handsome face. She raised her hand and touched his thin lips, her eyes softly looking at his gentle eyebrows. Her small hand was about to take it away, but the big hand tightly grasped her small wrist, then lowered his head and sealed her moist red lips again.

The man kissed the little girl's moist red lips heavily in a punishing manner, his big hand still tightly grasping her tiny wrist, but the strength became gentler. He gently turned her wrist and placed it directly on his heart. Song Yuyan's legs went weak and he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, and she pressed against his chest.

It was unknown how long this kiss lasted, until Song Yuyan was almost unable to breathe, he quickly let her go, his eyes as dark as obsidian gently staring at her pink little face. Her little hands were still around his waist, and she lowered her head and gasped heavily.

This little girl won't breathe no matter how he kisses her, which makes Nan Zeyu worried. But she is so sweet that once he kisses her lips, it's as if he is bewitched by her and he can't stop.

Half an hour later, the man picked up his beautiful little wife in his arms, and pulled two suitcases with his other big hand. Song Yuyan's face was flushed, her big eyes were blinking and her eyes were clear. Her little hand was around his neck, and he walked to the door of the room with steady and fast steps.

Song Yuyan lowered her head to look at his handsome, cold and expressionless face. She raised her hand to touch his handsome face. The man's body stiffened violently, and a sexy voice uttered from his thin lips: "Behave yourself!" He walked forward faster.

Taking the elevator to the top floor of the hotel, Song Yuyan came out of the elevator. The huge corridor was filled with hazy and beautiful light. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the entire scenery outside the hotel. Suddenly, she felt a little scared and panicked.

Nan Zeyu pulled two suitcases, and he walked forward quickly holding her in his arms, and said softly with his thin lips: "Be good, Yanyan, hold me tight, don't be afraid." Song Yuyan immediately hugged his neck obediently, and felt her fingers were numb.

The man walked to the top floor door of the hotel and kicked it open. The strong wind outside slowly blew in, making Song Yuyan's face flushed. Her red lips half opened, and she said in a low and muffled voice: A Yu, the wind is so strong, I'm scared.

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of a propeller plane came from the sky. Song Yuyan looked up, her watery eyes slowly widened, her pupils contracted, and she said in a sweet voice: Ah, this... is the private plane in the villa, it really came!

The private plane slowly drove to the top floor of the hotel, and then landed in front of Nan Zeyu and Song Yuyan. After the plane stopped, the door of the plane was opened. Song Yuyan thought of something and held Nan Zeyu's handsome face with both hands. Nan Zeyu's long legs almost couldn't stand firmly, and a figure got off the plane.

Nan Zeyu turned around and saw that it was Butler Long from the villa. He walked up to the two of them with his footsteps as fast as the wind, bowed respectfully to Nan Zeyu and Song Yuyan, held his breath and lowered his head and said: "Master Nan, Madam, I'm here to take you back to Ancheng, please wait!"

Butler Long walked quickly behind Master Nan, took the two suitcases steadily, and dragged them towards the plane. Nan Zeyu paused, tilted his head, and stared at Song Yuyan's panicked little pink face with eyes as deep as Naruto Uzumaki's.

He smiled, his eyebrows were gentle and handsome like ink paintings, his thin lips curled up and smiled faintly: My little wife, what did you want to say, dear, hurry up and say it. Song Yuyan half opened her red lips, looking at the man's beautiful face with a fierce look, her red lips opened, and she almost forgot what she was going to say.

Suddenly, the balcony door was kicked again. Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. She turned around subconsciously and saw Shen Jiayi walking towards her angrily with a suitcase. Song Yuyan looked at Shen Jiayi, stretched out her hand and shook it, saying: I remember, Jiayi, Jiayi, look, she's coming.