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

Just when Song Yuyan's entire body was about to fall to the ground, at the critical moment, Nan Zeyu reached out, half bent over, bent his legs, and used his arm to steadily hold Song Yuyan's lower back. Then, he lifted her up by her waist, carefully picked her up, and let her sit on his lap. Song Yuyan was still in shock, and her chest heaved violently.

She was panting and lowering her head. He looked worried, his handsome eyebrows were pale, his body was shaking violently, and his handsome brows were furrowed. Just as he was about to ask the little girl if she was hurt anywhere, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Nan Zeyu's face instantly became as cold as a Shura from hell, which was chilling. His deep black eyes condensed into the color of broken ice, cruel and sharp, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

A pair of dark eyes as sharp as an ice knife swept towards the office door, and her voice was as cold as broken ice: "Get out!" The director of the Financial Management Department pushed open the office door and looked at the terrifying President Nan at the desk. She was trembling all over, her face was as pale as snow, she bent down and bowed, crying: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, President Nan, I'll get out now.

After saying that, the director of the Financial Management Department hurriedly closed the office door, turned around quickly, and ran downstairs. The office door was closed, and the man hugged the little girl in his arms distressedly, feeling that her body was trembling. He raised his hand to touch her shoulder, and said softly to her: Be good, Yanyan, your husband is here, don't be afraid, it's okay.

Song Yuyan's shoulders were trembling slightly, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Nan Zeyu stood up, gently picked up Song Yuyan, walked around the desk, and went towards the sofa.

Song Yuyan slowly regained consciousness. She turned her head. Nan Zeyu paused and turned his head. Her little face was still cold and pale. She bit her red lips lightly and frowned. Her transparent and crystal clear eyes seemed to be frightened. They were covered with a faint mist and she looked at him uncertainly.

Nan Zeyu met her eyes that were filled with crystal clear water. His eyebrows were as soft as water, his thin lips curved into a faint smile, and he said softly: Be good, your husband is here, I'll carry you to the sofa, and I'll help you see if you are hurt anywhere.

Song Yuyan didn't say anything. She looked at his handsome eyes and nodded slightly. The little girl sat obediently on the sofa. The man gently turned her back over. She lay on the sofa with her arms on it. Nan Zeyu lowered his head, and gently lifted her skirt with his warm big hands. He placed his palms on her back and massaged her gently.

Song Yuyan's face suddenly turned red, and her heart hit hard. The temperature of his two palms was very soft and gentle, and he massaged her back gently. He said in a gentle and shallow voice: How about this, will it be better? Husband, come and see if my little wife is hurt, and you be good and don't move!

The little guy said softly: "Well, OK, I won't move." His big palm was really gentle and the strength of the massage was just right. Song Yuyan felt warm in her heart. Indeed, her back hurt a little just now, but she didn't say anything. Sure enough, she couldn't hide anything from him.

Half an hour later, Nan Zeyu hugged Song Yuyan on the sofa and put her on his lap again. She put her legs across the sofa, hooked her small hands around his neck, turned sideways, stared at his handsome face, their eyes met. His deep black eyes were secretive, his color was soft, his eyes were deep and warm, and his long curled eyelashes gently covered his beautiful eyelids.

She has a pair of watery and clear peach eyes, curved eyebrows, half-moving red lips, curved corners of the eyes and lips, a rosy little face, and snow-white skin with a peach-like complexion, she is extremely beautiful.

The little girl was really sweet. Nan Zeyu's eyes deepened a little bit. He leaned close to her with a smile on his face and said softly, "Wife, you are so sweet. Really so sweet, so sweet, so sweet." He smiled, and his smile was so warm and gentle, as if all the tenderness in the world was only given to the little woman in front of him.

Song Yuyan also smiled, looking at his handsome face, and said with a soft sweet smile: Really? Mr. Nan, my sweetness is only for you, only for you. Um... Um... Nan, you... Before Song Yuyan could finish her words.

The man had raised his hand, lifted her delicate chin, and sealed her red lips with his thin lips. When their lips touched, it felt like a strong electric current was passing through. Song Yuyan still hooked her arms around his neck. She closed her watery eyes. Nan Zeyu raised his hand and pressed the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

As long as he kissed her red lips, he didn't want to let go. Her red lips were so sweet. Nan Zeyu kissed Song Yuyan's red lips tightly, enjoying the sweetness in her lips and teeth. It was so sweet, so sweet, really so sweet. Even his tongue carried her sweetness.

The kiss lasted for more than an hour, until Song Yuyan was almost suffocated, Nan Zeyu reluctantly left her red lips and let her go. The little girl hurriedly put her arms on his shoulders, lowered her head, blushed, and exhaled deeply.

After a moment's silence, Song Yuyan slowly raised her head. Nan Zeyu stared at her pink little face. Her big eyes were dark and full of transparent watery light. Her pupils were bright like tiny little stars, and her red lips were even more tempting.

Nan Zeyu's thin lips raised a ghostly smile, and the top piano bass sounded: My Yanyan, you still can't breathe, look at your red lips kissed by your husband. He suddenly moved closer to her, and gently stroked her rosy lips with his fingertips. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, and her little face turned red again.

The bastard man would just make fun of her. She pretended to be angry, her big watery eyes glaring at the handsome man in front of her whom she wanted to bite a few times. Nan Zeyu smiled evilly. He glanced at her with a smile on his face, and said softly: Okay, I won't tease you anymore, little guy, look how angry you are.

Song Yuyan's face was rosy, her chest heaving, and she said angrily: You only know how to bully me, Nan Zeyu, isn't it always your kiss that makes me unable to breathe? When have I ever kissed you back that made you unable to breathe?

The little guy's voice was filled with hidden anger. He smiled innocently, and his deep, bottomless black eyes blinked at her gently. His dark pupils emitted an innocent light. He said aggrievedly: I was wrong, wife, Yanyan, please don't be angry, I feel bad, um.

Song Yuyan turned her head away and ignored him, nor did she look at him. Nan Zeyu carefully pulled her skirt like a wronged young wife. He continued to say aggrievedly: Okay, okay, okay, I won't dare to do it again. Don't be angry, Yanyan, your husband feels sorry for you. He was really wrong.

After saying that, a certain big CEO rubbed his head against his young wife's shoulder. Song Yuyan's defense was broken. She suddenly giggled and said: Ah, okay, okay, okay, I get it, don't rub me anymore, it's itchy.

After he finished speaking, Nan Zeyu wrapped his big hands around Song Yuyan's waist, then buried his whole face in the crook of her neck. Song Yuyan's breathing tightened and stopped suddenly. Her body was tense. Nan Zeyu said in a soft voice: Wife, let me breathe in your breath. It's so sweet, so sweet, so sweet. Be good, um

Song Yuyan didn't dare to move, and she was still sitting on his thighs. She kept her body tense and felt her waist starting to ache. One second, two seconds, three seconds, Nan Zeyu slowly left her neck, put his handsome face on her little face, and said with a smile: Enough, absolutely enough, my sweet wife.

The next second, Song Yuyan's face turned even redder, because Nan Zeyu's big hand began to become dishonest. His big hand left her waist and slowly moved down, down, and down again, until Song Yuyan's body stiffened, and she said in a trembling voice: Nan Zeyu, this is in your office, you'd better be honest, your employees are all here.

The man did not let go, but became more restless. He began to breathe heavily and panted: "I don't care, it's no good, wife." After that, Nan Zeyu stood up suddenly, and then hugged Song Yuyan forcefully. Song Yuyan was so scared that she was about to scream and her face turned red.

Nan Zeyu walked quickly to the lounge. He quickly pressed the lounge key, and the lounge door opened automatically. He carried Song Yuyan into the lounge. Song Yuyan turned her head and saw the door of the lounge slowly closing. She was not going to stay here...

The man put the little girl on the carpet, took her little hand, and pressed her whole body against the door of the lounge. Song Yuyan lowered her head and dared not look at him. He put one arm on the side of her face. Song Yuyan could clearly feel that his body seemed to be burning with fire, which made her extremely scared.

Nan Zeyu raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yuyan. She lowered her brows and her whole body was covered by his tall body. Song Yuyan's face suddenly became hot and red all the way to her ears. The man had no intention of letting go of the sweet little woman in front of him.

He lifted her chin with his long fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. Song Yuyan was forced to look into his dark eyes. His eyes were dark and deep, like an unfathomable whirlpool that bewitched her. Song Yuyan slowly became dazed, and she raised her hand to touch his eyebrows.

Nan Zeyu's breathing tightened. Does this little guy know what he is doing now? Is he lighting a fire? His dark eyes narrowed little by little, his eyes became deeper and deeper, staring at her closely, staring at her, not missing any expression on her face.

The warmth of her fingertips gently caressed his eyebrows. Nan Zeyu looked directly at the little guy in front of him who was bewitched by him. He rolled his throat and panted softly: Little guy, do you know what you are doing? You...

Does she know how attractive she is? She stroked his eyebrows gently. Song Yuyan's big eyes flickered, her face was pink, and the corners of her lips curved into a round-moon smile. She said in a sweet and gentle voice: Of course I know, you were bewitching me just now, so I want to come back too.

Nan Zeyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He lowered his eyes and smiled. When he raised his eyes, he looked at Song Yuyan. He grabbed her into his arms with one hand, then pinched her red lips with one hand and kissed her hard. Song Yuyan collapsed in his arms, and his big hands clamped her waist tightly, making her unable to move.

As the man was kissing her, he actually picked her up and walked towards the big bed in the lounge. The little girl was thrown onto the bed by the man who was breathing hotly. Song Yuyan was pressed under his tall body. She raised her eyes and looked at him in panic. Nan Zeyu smiled faintly, untied his tie with one hand, and then threw it aside.

Then he leaned over like crazy and kissed her ears, collarbone, and neck. Song Yuyan's heart was frightened as if it was about to explode. His kiss was crazy. Song Yuyan tilted her head back, her little face flushed, and of course his big hands started to get naughty again.

Song Yuyan was speechless. She didn't do anything to him. Could it be that she was really going to be eaten up by him in his lounge today? The little girl was so breathless from his kiss that he suddenly let her go. The man crossed his long legs and climbed onto the bed. He sat cross-legged on the bed.

Just as Song Yuyan was about to get up, Nan Zeyu grabbed her and sat her on his lap. Then, he really started to bully her with his big hands. He panted with heavy breathing: You will pay for your actions. Don't worry, no one dares to come into my office, wife.

Song Yuyan sat on his lap with a dazed face and blushing. He kissed her tenderly and lovingly, from her ear to her neck and collarbone, back and forth. Song Yuyan just hoped that he would not be impulsive. Although she had been intimate with him many times, she still didn't do it in the end. He promised her that he would let her become his woman completely on the day of graduation.

But... now, it seems that Song Yuyan slowly feels that her skirt is almost gone and will be taken away by Nan Zeyu. She thought of a way. Song Yuyan took a deep breath, her face flushed, her body trembling, she turned her head, and lifted his handsome face with one hand. Sure enough, the man did not move.

She turned his head, held up his handsome face, and kissed his thin lips deeply. She could clearly feel that Nan Zeyu hesitated, so he simply did not move. Song Yuyan's red lips curved into a successful smile, and she kissed his thin lips gently. Nan Zeyu was smiling, but she did not close her eyes. She glanced at him from her eyes, and he was smiling with satisfaction.

Bai Xun saw the document about the company's meeting to be held tomorrow. He walked out of the assistant's office and looked at his watch. It was half past three. The president and the young lady should be awake at this time. Thinking of this, he walked quickly towards the elevator.

Entering the elevator and pressing the button for the top floor, Song Yuyan's waist tightened as they kissed. Her return kiss turned into his domineering kiss. Song Yuyan took a breath and his kiss became more aggressive. She could only hold his neck tightly. He kissed her with ease. After a while, Song Yuyan felt like softened water, completely powerless.