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

The man held the little one in his arms and walked towards the entrance of the villa. When he was about to reach the entrance of the villa, he heard hurried footsteps of high heels and the sound of a suitcase being pulled behind him. Nan Zeyu's body stiffened, he stopped, turned around slowly, and saw Shen Jiayi running towards him with a suitcase. His handsome brows frowned slightly.

Shen Jiayi ran up to the two of them panting. Her face turned pale, she lowered her eyes and panted heavily. She bent her long legs, supported her knees with her hands and panted heavily, saying: "You, you, what are you doing? You didn't even wait for me. Huh, huh, I'm so tired."

Song Yuyan stared at Shen Jiayi's heavy breathing in a daze. She turned her head and glanced at the man with a calm face. His clear and pure eyes were as transparent and dazzling as the lake at night. Nan Zeyu glanced at Song Yuyan's pure and blue eyes. He nodded slightly and slowly laid Song Yuyan flat on the ground. She calmed herself down and walked forward.

She bent down and pulled Shen Jiayi's suitcase with one hand, put the other hand on her back to help her calm down, and said sweetly and softly: Okay, it's my fault, are you okay, Jiayi, why did you run away?

Shen Jiayi felt her back tighten. Her expression relaxed and she raised her head slightly, then straightened her back. Song Yuyan looked at Shen Jiayi with a dazzling, crystal-clear smile and sweet smile. Shen Jiayi's pair of deep, black diamond eyes flashed and she looked at Song Yuyan tenderly. She didn't say anything, then pulled her tightly into her arms, put her small hands on her waist, and hugged her slender waist.

Song Yuyan hugged Shen Jiayi back, put her little hands on her back, stroked her back, and said with a sweet smile: Okay, okay, my Miss Shen, Doctor Shen, Sister Shen, please don’t be angry anymore, Yanyan knows she was wrong.

As long as Shen Jiayi didn't speak, Song Yuyan knew that she was really angry. Even if she just held her quietly, she could feel that the anger in her heart had not subsided. When Shen Jiayi heard Song Yuyan's sweet and soft laughter, her anger was indeed half subsided.

But she was still angry in her heart. Song Yuyan still hugged Shen Jiayi, holding her gently with her little hands, putting her little hands on her back, stroking and patting her back. Gradually, Shen Jiayi's anger subsided a lot. She leaned her rosy red lips against Song Yuyan's beautiful ear bone, and said in a low voice: "Hmm".

Song Yuyan's eyebrows and eyes instantly curved into a round moon, her smile was sweet, her little face also blushed with joy, and her red lips curved into a sweet arc. Song Yuyan slowly let go of Shen Jiayi, and Shen Jiayi looked up at Song Yuyan's pure and sweet smile, and she curled her lips and smiled sweetly.

They both turned around at the same time and saw Nan Zeyu's face darkening in coldness. His handsome brows were furrowed, his deep black eyes were dark and cold, his pupils were constricted, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his face was as cold as ice.

The two looked at each other, frowning. Song Yuyan turned her head and glanced at Nan Zeyu. She seemed to know something. She walked forward and stood in front of Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at her indifferently. She raised her hands and held his handsome black face.

She stood on tiptoe, struggled to get close to his cold, tightly pursed thin lips, and kissed him softly on them. The man's body stiffened, his dark eyes deepened, but when he thought of her best friend in front of him, he had to suppress the urge to pull the little girl into his arms and kiss her until she fainted.

After a long time, Song Yuyan let him go, patted his handsome face with her small hands, and said with a sweet smile: "Okay, don't be angry, you can't be angry, you dare to be angry and try it." After that, her watery eyes stared fiercely at Nan Zeyu, who had a ferocious face.

Before the man came to his senses, Song Yuyan turned around again, smiled sweetly and said: Let's go, Jiayi, he won't be angry, let's go in. Then, his little wife pulled Shen Jiayi and turned around, passing him, and the two figures slowly walked towards the villa.

The man raised his head suddenly, his handsome face was as cold as ice, and he turned to look at the little guy's smart and petite figure. Did he think he was dead? A light kiss was enough to solve his anger, so what else could he do... Nan Zeyu could only accept his fate.

He raised his hand and touched his thin lips. On his lips, there was still the sweet scent of her kiss, so sweet, fresh and soft. The man curled his lips and smiled ghostly, as enchanting, charming and bewitching as a red spider lily in the night.

In the villa lobby -

As soon as the two of them walked into the villa hall, Shen Jiayi walked into the villa hall holding Song Yuyan's thin arm, and they saw a beautiful woman in a jewel-colored silk dress slowly walking towards them. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, and she looked up. Her eyes were instantly moist, as transparent as crystal and lovable.

Ye Mingxuan's eyes were red and wet, and she walked towards Song Yuyan in a hurry. She said in a sobbing voice: Xiaoyan, my dear baby, is it you? Is it really you? Song Yuyan slowly raised her head, her watery eyes were filled with mist, and big tears fell to the corners of her eyes.

Ye's mother gently hugged Song Yuyan in front of her, stroked the back of her head with both hands, and said in a twitching voice: Dear Xiaoyan, you are finally back. I don’t know how worried I was about you during these months when you left the villa. Okay, I’m glad you’re back.

Song Yuyan burst into tears. She didn't know what to do as she was held tightly in Mother Ye's arms. She could only put her arms around Mother Ye's shoulders, suppressing her tears and saying softly: Mother Ye, I made you worry. I'm back safely. Don't cry, Aunt Ye.

Shen Jiayi's pupils suddenly shrank, and her black diamond eyes widened. She didn't dare to move her hands holding the suitcase, and could only lift it with all her strength. She looked at Song Yuyan and the middle-aged woman holding her. Could this be President Nan's mother? The first time I met her, she was really good to Yanyan. Shen Jiayi stared blankly at the side.

The man walked into the hall of the villa, his dark eyes looking forward. He looked directly at the two people in front of him, his eyes softened. His mother saw it, and was still so sad to see Song Yuyan coming back. Everything was caused by him. If it weren't for him, Song Yuyan would not have gone to England to find him.

Nan Zeyu couldn't bear to disturb her and looked at the dazed Shen Jiayi. Shen Jiayi turned her head suddenly and saw the handsome man standing opposite her. She took one step forward and looked back in two steps, turned around, and walked lightly to the other side.

Nan Zeyu and Shen Jiayi walked out of the villa gate and went to the back garden. The back garden was quiet and bright at night, full of various flowers. The quiet back garden was so big that Shen Jiayi was disoriented. She glanced at Nan Zeyu who was standing sideways with her black diamond eyes.

Nan Zeyu looked at the huge back garden, his thin lips curled up slightly, and he said in a soft voice: That's my mother, she loves Yanyan very much. I didn't call her when I went to the UK this time. Everything was because of me. It was the first time I saw her cry so sadly.

Nan Zeyu lowered his cold eyebrows and looked down. Shen Jiayi stood by and listened to what he said. She felt bad. Where was her mother? She was never willing to be sad for her. She had never even hugged her or worried about her.

Shen Jiayi's eyes flashed, and she glanced softly at Nan Zeyu who lowered his head and remained silent. She said in a sad voice: Relatively speaking, President Nan, your mother is simply incomparable to my mother.

Nan Zeyu raised his head and glanced at Shen Jiayi, whose eyes and eyebrows were as cold as ice. He frowned, his face was solemn, and he said with thin lips in confusion: "What do you mean, Miss Shen? Is your mother not good to you?"

Shen Jiayi looked around the back garden without saying a word. She bit her red lips tightly, and Nan Zeyu just let her do what she wanted. The two of them strolled in the back garden of the villa to enjoy the flowers at night, then turned around and walked quickly towards the door of the villa.

At twelve o'clock in the night, Song Yuyan and Shen Jiayi finished their dinner, which was actually not dinner but a midnight snack. It was already past ten o'clock when they returned to the villa. In addition, Ye's mother pulled her to sit on the sofa and cried about how much she missed her. After a long time, she asked Li's mother to prepare dinner.

The two were about to open the door and enter the room where Song Yuyan lived when they heard the sound of leather shoes walking briskly behind them. Song Yuyan turned around subconsciously and saw a handsome figure walking towards her with a stern face. When he walked in front of her, he held her little pink face with his warm big hands and kissed her forehead lightly with his thin lips.

Then, he murmured softly: "You sleep with Shen Jiayi tonight, and I will take you to the International Center Building in Ancheng tomorrow, Yanyan." After that, Nan Zeyu reached around the back of her head and rubbed it gently.

Then, she turned around and walked quickly towards the stairs. Song Yuyan regained consciousness little by little. She raised her head, her rosy face was as white as a snow peach. She turned her head and looked at Shen Jiayi, who had no expression on her face. Her eyes became focused, she focused, and looked directly at Shen Jiayi.

Shen Jiayi looked at Song Yuyan, shook her head helplessly and said: You just realized that President Nan had already left, you little confused guy, Ancheng International Center Building, wow, Yanyan, I haven't even been there!

Song Yuyan blinked her big eyes, staring at Shen Jiayi with watery eyes, half-opened her red lips, and sneered blankly: "Ah? What? Where haven't you been? Jiayi, are you going anywhere tomorrow?"

Shen Jiayi's face darkened. She held her forehead and sighed. She glanced at the dazed Song Yuyan with her beautiful eyes and said in a light voice: "You will know tomorrow. I won't say more. I'm very tired today. I'm going to take a shower." After that, she took Song Yuyan's hand and pulled her to the door of the room. She opened the door and pushed her into the room.

Early the next morning, the three of them had breakfast in the villa. Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan's hand tightly and walked quickly. Shen Jiayi followed behind them with a cold face. The three of them walked out of the villa gate, and an extended black Bentley was parked outside the villa gate.

The car door opened, and Butler Long from the villa got out of the car, bowed respectfully, and said with a gentle smile: "Morning, Master, Madam, and Miss Shen. Today I will be responsible for driving you to the Ancheng International Center Building. Please get in the car!"

In the Bentley, the little girl had a rosy face and crystal clear eyes. She looked up softly at the man who was looking down at her with gentle eyes. His black eyes were like a whirlpool, bewitching and charming. His beautiful eyelashes blinked gently, and his eyes were as soft as water.

The little girl's heart beat violently when she saw this, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her red lips. Nan Zeyu looked at the rosy-cheeked Song Yuyan, and his heart was pounding. Shen Jiayi was sitting in the passenger seat, and he quickly pulled down the fender on the rear seat of the Bentley with his big hand.

He eagerly picked up Song Yuyan and sat her on his lap. Before Song Yuyan could react, Nan Zeyu lifted her red lips and started kissing her all over. Song Yuyan realized that something was wrong and she wanted to break free, but she couldn't and could only let him kiss her like this.

Song Yuyan was dizzy from his kiss. She hugged his neck. His kiss gradually deepened. He frantically pried open her lips and teeth and sucked the sweetness from her mouth. His crazy kiss made her legs weak. He held her palm tightly with his other big hand and placed it on top of her head.

The Bentley was driving slowly on the road. In the back seat of the Bentley, the two people were disheveled. Song Yuyan knew that he would not be content. He pressed her on the back seat. He lowered his head and kissed her ear and collarbone, then buried his whole face in her neck. Her body stiffened.

She panted softly: Nan Zeyu, that's enough, we are in the car, don't, stop! Nan Zeyu's breath lingered in her ears, making her little face even more rosy. Nan Zeyu suddenly let go of her and panted heavily: If you don't want your bestie to hear you... just shout out, anyway, I don't mind.

Song Yuyan was furious. She stared at Nan Zeyu who looked so casual. Her face was flushed and her eyes were covered with clear mist. The man gently raised his hand to touch her pink little face. He put his handsome face close to her cheek and said aggrievedly: Please, Yanyan, I really, really feel uncomfortable. I let you sleep with Shen Jiayi all night last night, and I didn’t…

Song Yuyan turned her head away, and he leaned over and kissed her neck. Song Yuyan's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her red lips were tightly bitten. The man teased her gently, really very gently, very gently, and his thin lips gently kissed her face.

Slowly, Song Yuyan could only give up. Suddenly, her breathing stagnated. He, actually, actually... Song Yuyan's whole body was tense, and her heart was beating as if it was about to explode. This bastard, he actually did this to her in the car...

She bit her red lips tightly to prevent herself from making shy gasps. It takes more than an hour to get to the center of Ancheng. Song Yuyan wanted to cry but had no tears. He was not kissing her at all, he was punishing her severely...

Her face was red as blood, and just as she was about to open her mouth, she wanted to breathe, but she bit her lip again. Nan Zeyu teased her in various ways as if there was no end in sight, and she just hoped it would be over quickly. He never stayed quiet with her, and she didn't know how much time had passed.

The man slowly let her go. He helped the little girl up from the car and straightened her skirt. Song Yuyan kept panting. Her body stiffened and her face turned red again. Nan Zeyu smiled with satisfaction and said, "Yanyan, what's wrong?"

The little girl lowered her head and dared not look into his obsidian eyes. He gently lifted her chin, and his deep black eyes looked directly at her rosy little face. Song Yuyan was like a frightened little rabbit, forced to look into his deep and bottomless black eyes. She panted and said: I... I, I...

She blushed and pulled his ear and whispered in his ear. After a while, Nan Zeyu smiled charmingly, his eyes were gentle as water, and he said in a sexy and low voice: Silly wife, this is normal, it's okay, in fact, I can do it too.

Song Yuyan's face turned even redder. The man reached out and opened the car window. The cool spring breeze outside the window blew into the back seat of the Bentley. Song Yuyan felt the heat on her face subsiding little by little. She turned her head and glanced at him with a pair of misty eyes.

He turned to look at her, his dark eyes were deep and charming, and he said in a light voice: It's okay, wait until we get back to the villa, I'll help you, Yanyan, be good! Song Yuyan sighed helplessly, her head fell on Nan Zeyu's shoulder, how could this happen? How could she, how could she, she was too sensitive...

After more than an hour, the Bentley arrived at the main entrance of Ancheng International Center Building. Three figures slowly walked into the center building. The figures of the three people were extremely eye-catching. Nan Zeyu walked into the entrance of the center building holding Song Yuyan, and he gently put her on the ground.

The man's tall body enveloped the little guy's body. He took out a black card from his trouser pocket. Shen Jiayi's eyes widened and she exclaimed in surprise: This, this is a top-level black card, wow, President Nan, you...

Nan Zeyu turned his head and met Shen Jiayi's jaw-dropping eyes. He nodded slightly and said with thin lips: "Well, Miss Shen, do you know a lot about it?" There are more than 100 million in it. Song Yuyan's whole face was stunned, her eyes widened, her pupils shrank, her red lips half opened and she said indistinctly: "One, one, more than 100 million..."

Nan Zeyu turned his head again and looked at the surprised Song Yuyan with gentle eyes. His deep black eyes stared into her unbelievable little face and he said calmly: What's the big deal? You can use my husband's black card as you like. If you don't use up 100 million, you'll see how I will punish you severely tonight.

Song Yuyan was even more stunned. After spending 100 million... No, thinking about what he did to her in the Bentley just now... Her face turned red, but what else did she need? She had clothes, skirts, shoes and bags for every season, as well as the wardrobe and cloakroom.

And cosmetics, skin care products, she doesn't need anything. Song Yuyan is harmless, looking at the cool and handsome Nan Zeyu in front of her with watery eyes. She blinked her big eyes and said carefully: Um, can I, can I...

Nan Zeyu's face instantly turned cold as ice, his eyebrows and eyes were like thousand-year-old ice, which made her back cold. She could only nod gently, smiling sweetly and said: Um, okay, I'll brush it, just brush it, Yu.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man lowered his eyes, kissed the little guy's forehead with his thin lips, and said in a light voice: Is this good? Go, go with Shen Jiayi, I'll wait for you to come back, Yanyan. You must spend the 100 million! As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jiayi ran to Nan Zeyu like a flash of lightning.

She bowed deeply, then smiled happily and said: "Then, President Nan, please leave Yanyan to me. I will supervise her, please rest assured." After that, she took Song Yuyan, turned around, and took Song Yuyan to the elevator entrance of the building.

Nan Zeyu took out his cell phone and made a call. Soon, Bai Xun ran in sweat and walked in front of President Nan. He was panting heavily and lowered his head. Nan Zeyu looked at Bai Xun and said in a cold voice: Go and follow Shen Jiayi. Pay for all the things Yanyan likes. Pick out the things she buys for me. As long as she likes them, all of them. Do you understand, Bai Xun?

Bai Xun raised his head suddenly and looked not far away. He nodded, then turned around and walked towards the two figures quickly. Nan Zeyu withdrew his gaze from Bai Xun and whispered: "As long as it is what you want and like, I will give it to you, Song Yuyan." He just stood there motionless, looking at the petite figure who was far away from his sight and smiled warmly.