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

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when they returned to the villa from the cinema. The man gently picked up the sleepy and tired little girl. He closed the car door with one hand. His tall body looked even more upright under the bright lights outside the villa. He slowed down his pace and looked down at her peaceful sleeping face. Her little face was rosy, her skin was white, her red lips were moist and plump, her eyebrows were delicate, and her nose was pretty. Every part of her eyes and eyebrows made Nan Zeyu love her.

When he walked to the door of the villa and was about to raise his hand to open it, the door of the villa suddenly opened. Nan Zeyu looked over and saw that it was the servant Li Ma. He shot a sharp gaze at Li Ma and put his long fingers on his thin lips, making a "hush" gesture. Li Ma's back stiffened slightly, and she immediately understood and quickly stepped back sideways.

Walking into the hall of the villa, the little one in her arms frowned, her red lips moved for a while, her face wrinkled, and she said in a low voice: "You bastard, you big bad guy Nan Zeyu, you are so good, is it over? Is it over? Don't do it, okay? I'm scared, isn't that okay...?"

Nan Zeyu's face changed, his dark pupils were stunned, and his eyes showed an incredible color. Could it be that Song Yuyan was also afraid of me doing this to her in her nightmare? Well, although he didn't want to admit it, his little wife was really too sweet. He lowered his eyes and stared at her moving red lips. She made a smacking sound with her red lips, then turned her head and fell asleep.

Song Yuyan is not interesting at all. As long as her lips touch his, Nan Zeyu will go crazy to take her. Just now in the screening room, he was really crazy and wanted her. Her voice really made him feel particularly intoxicated. Fortunately, the theater was reserved, because in the lounge, the little girl went to the bathroom. He was really angry and his chest was about to explode.

He walked quickly to the sofa in the villa and looked up. Ye Mingxuan was sitting on the sofa with an elegant and noble posture, leaning back against the sofa, watching TV. Nan Zeyu paused, and Ye's mother turned around and saw that she was very happy. She was about to speak, but her son Xiaoyu pointed at Song Yuyan in his arms and whispered in his lip language, "Don't talk, Yanyan is asleep, Mom."

Ye Mingxuan nodded quickly, smiling happily, then turned down the TV volume. When the man walked past the sofa, he turned his head and glanced at his mother who was sitting on the sofa obediently. He nodded slightly. Mother Ye looked at her son with a beautiful smile, waved her hand and lowered her voice and said: Go quickly, take Yanyan upstairs, Xiaoyu.

He carried Song Yuyan upstairs and walked to Nan Zeyu's room. He opened the door and gently closed it. The room was pitch black. He groped for the switch in the room with his five fingers and turned on the light. The room suddenly became bright. He carried the little girl to the sofa and gently placed her on the sofa.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead with his thin lips. His eyes and eyebrows were as tender as picturesque water. He said softly: Yanyan, go to sleep first. I'll make dinner for you. Be good! The door was closed gently. Song Yuyan frowned. Nan Zeyu's suit jacket covered her petite body. She grabbed the corner of his suit jacket with her small hands, then turned sideways and continued to sleep.

Half an hour later, the man opened the door, holding a tray in his hand, and walked into the room slowly. He sat on the sofa, gently pulled her up, then held her on her legs and let her rest her head on her chest. Song Yuyan's little face had lost its rosy color, and now her little face looked like white snowflakes with a faint pink.

She had curved eyebrows, delicate and sweet. Putting Song Yuyan's legs flat on the sofa, Nan Zeyu turned his head and glanced at the tray on the sofa. He picked up the spoon and scooped up the steak and tomato risotto in the bowl. The steak was in small pieces, as were the tomatoes. The aroma of the rice filled the whole room. Nan Zeyu scooped up the tomatoes and steak and carefully placed them next to Song Yuyan's red lips. He blew away the hot air.

His black eyes stared at the little guy's red lips, and his voice was soft: "Be good, Yanyan, open your mouth and eat something, it's not hot anymore." Song Yuyan's red lips were half open, and Nan Zeyu gently fed her dinner. He stared at her throat and saw her chewing gently, then swallowing, and he continued to feed her dinner.

After feeding Song Yuyan the tomato steak risotto, Nan Zeyu fed her cod soup and vegetable noodles. She must be really hungry. The spoon was placed at her lips, and she opened her mouth immediately when she sensed it. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes looked at Song Yuyan's red lips, and his eyes became deeper and deeper. His mysterious black eyes were like shining obsidian in the night, dazzling and bright, and his eyes were deep and transparent like starlight.

After feeding Song Yuyan dinner, he picked her up and walked to the bathroom, carefully placing her in the bathtub. Nan Zeyu's breathing stagnated, and he felt like he was burning again, but he had to endure it. He had asked for her many times in the cinema tonight, and she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't...

The man closed his black eyes and stroked the little girl's shoulders with his trembling hands. After taking off her skirt, his breathing became heavier. He looked down and found that his suit was wet. She was naked and her snow-white skin made it difficult for him to breathe as if a thousand pounds were weighed down. The little girl was already snow-white and tender.

Under the illumination of the crystal diamond chandelier in the bathroom, reflected in the bathtub, Song Yuyan looked even whiter, like snowflakes in the snow, as transparent as ice and jade. Nan Zeyu turned his head away from looking at Song Yuyan's body. He gently wiped her and bathed her, trying his best to endure the whole process.

Sweat began to form on his forehead. After giving the little one a bath, he stood up, took out a large sterile bathrobe from the bathroom cabinet, tightly wrapped her petite, snow-white and charming body, picked her up sideways, walked out of the bathtub, walked out of the bathroom, and quickly walked towards the room with Song Yuyan in his arms.

He carried her to the bed, pulled open the quilt and covered her, turned on the table lamp on the bedside table, then dimmed it, bent down, leaned over, put his face close to Song Yuyan's small face, and put his forehead against hers. Then, he raised his hand to caress her snow-white face, his fingers came to her red lips, and kissed her red lips lightly with his thin lips, then stood up and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Yuyan suddenly opened her watery eyes, which were sparkling, transparent and moist, and her long eyelashes were beautiful. Her red lips moved and she said softly: I know everything, you bastard, you still have a conscience. You feed me and help me take a bath. His lips are so delicious. Next time I want to eat his lips. He always eats my lips.

Song Yuyan's face on the bed turned red, and she smiled innocently. She touched the place where she kissed with her little hand, and it was his scent. However, Nan Zeyu in the bathroom took a bath and a bath, and then... He was on fire all over. Just now, he had clearly asked for her sweetness in the cinema, but it was not enough...

Coming out of the bathroom, the man walked to the door, opened it, and with his tall body, the man in slippers slowly walked into the room. Walking to the bed, Nan Zeyu glanced at Song Yuyan who was sleeping on the bed. She was lying down just now, but now she seemed to have turned over, revealing her peaceful little face.

He walked forward, sat on the bed, tilted his head, and looked at her sleeping face with his deep black eyes. Her sleeping face was like a delicate doll, with princess curly hair as silky and smooth, and the curls were fluffy and scattered on her shoulders. Nan Zeyu looked down at the time on his watch. It was already half past twelve.

He didn't know how long he had been in the bathroom just now, and how long he had been washing and doing that... How long? It took him a while to extinguish the heat. Unexpectedly, it was almost dawn again. He got on the bed, lay on the left side of Song Yuyan, gently picked her up, pulled her into his arms, and put his big hands around her waist.

I lowered my head and kissed her forehead. My eyes were deep and quiet, and my pupils were as soft as water. I said softly, "Good night, little one, I'm tired today. I'm not angry, it's because you're too sweet. Okay, let's go to bed. Don't be angry with me!"

Suddenly, Song Yuyan mumbled in her sleep and said slowly: Humph, you still have a conscience, but not necessarily, I want to sleep, I'm really sleepy, you bastard Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu was slightly stunned. Was Song Yuyan scolding him or complaining?

Nan Zeyu reacted, his black pupils suddenly shrank, then widened, with a look of surprise, "Okay, the little girl wasn't asleep yet, and she still knew that he had to feed her, bathe her, and carry her back to the room." He raised his thin lips in a malicious smile, his black eyes shining darkly, "I'll let you go this time, but next time, if she pretends to be asleep, I will definitely punish this misbehaving little girl."

Next day -

Song Yuyan opened her watery eyes, her eyebrows slowly opened, her whole body was sore and weak, she sat up from the bed exhausted, looking around the room, damn it, he carried her to his room again, Song Yuyan looked down, she was wearing a large bathrobe, couldn't he give her pajamas? He had to give her a bathrobe...

Her whole waist ached when she moved. Her face turned red, and her eyes burned with anger. She thought of the last night in the cinema, she and Nan Zeyu, the bad guy, said he wanted to watch a movie with her, but what happened? Halfway through the movie, he directly...

No matter how she begged for mercy, she wouldn't let go. That wasn't the way he wanted to ask for it. Song Yuyan's face turned red with anger, her red lips puffed up, and her brows looked like they were on fire. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Song Yuyan heard the sound of the door opening.

She looked up and saw a man peeking out, his body exposed, only his handsome face showing. He looked deeply at the little guy on the bed who was brewing anger. Nan Zeyu curled his thin lips and carefully pushed open the door.

The footsteps were light, slow, and he walked forward a little bit at a time. Song Yuyan frowned, her face was cold, her face was red with anger, her hands were still on her waist, and her voice was as if she wanted to tear him into pieces, she shouted angrily: Nan Zeyu, you bastard, get out of here!

It's over. His little wife was really angry. It was all his fault. Once he had tasted her, he wouldn't let go and kept wanting to take advantage of her sweetness. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyebrows, his tall body half bent over, and walked over quickly. He walked to the bed with his head down, like a wronged little wife.

Song Yuyan's face turned black with anger, she put her arms on her hips, her face flushed, and glared at Nan Zeyu who was lowering his head. Her body trembled with anger, and she shouted: "What, I still wronged you, didn't I? President Nan, I say, is this right for you? You said you would watch a movie with me?"

After saying this, Song Yuyan didn't care about the weakness and pain in her waist. She stood up, got off the bed and walked to Nan Zeyu. She stared at the tall man with her eyes wide open. Her eyes were fierce and full of anger. She picked up the man's arm with her small hand, put it on his shoulder, and then bit his shoulder blade hard.

Nan Zeyu frowned in pain, feeling a tingling sensation on his shoulder blade. He endured it, pursed his thin lips, and took a breath. Song Yuyan bit him again, this time on his shoulder blade. No, the little guy is angry now, so don't let him struggle. Just let her be, as long as she is not angry.

A few minutes later, Song Yuyan let go of him and lifted Nan Zeyu's handsome face with her fingers. She saw beads of sweat on his forehead and a look of pain on his face. There was a hint of water in his black eyes. He really didn't say a word and even bit his lips. Good job.

Nan Zeyu looked at her carefully and met Song Yuyan's little red face, whose cheeks were puffed up with anger. He touched his nose, looked at her cautiously, and said softly: Okay, you are not angry anymore, Yanyan, calm down.

Song Yuyan didn't say anything, but stared at her fiercely with her eyes wide open and a cold expression. She bit her red lips tightly, and her little face turned black with anger. Nan Zeyu reached out to touch her, but she pushed him away. Nan Zeyu's thin lips puffed up in frustration, and he said in a crying voice: Okay, I know I was wrong, Yanyan, don't be angry.

Song Yuyan looked at him and glared at him fiercely, then stomped her foot, her eyes were angry, and she said in a cold voice, "Hmph." She turned her back to him, shaking with anger. Nan Zeyu felt distressed, helpless, and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He approached her gently, hugged her softly from behind, tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, and then massaged her waist vigorously. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, her eyes widened, and she said in an unhappily voice: I don't need your false mercy, Mr. Nan, I can't afford an apology like yours.

The man felt aggrieved. He lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, burying his handsome face in her neck. Song Yuyan was hugged tightly by him, unable to move. He said in a low and muffled voice: I know I was wrong. It was my fault. I shouldn't have ignored your feelings, Yanyan.