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

After a moment of silence, Gu Tingchen lowered his eyes, glanced at the time on his watch, raised his eyes, glanced at Nan Zeyu with his dark eyes, his face was as cold as ice, his dark eyes were deep and cold, and he spoke in a cold voice: Zeyu, are you going to the company today? It's noon now, do you want to have a meal with me? Nan Zeyu was silent for a moment, tightly grasped Song Yuyan's little hand, walked forward, and walked in front of Gu Tingchen. His obsidian eyes looked into Gu Tingchen's dark eyes, his eyes were secretive, deep and soft. How important Gu Tingchen was to him, only Nan Zeyu himself knew.

The two of them got into the Lamborghini. Gu Tingchen curled his thin lips indifferently. His narrow black eyes looked deeply at the two people sitting in the passenger seat behind him. Behind him, the man was turning his head to look at the little girl with a docile smile on her face. Her profile was like an exquisite doll, with long eyelashes fluttering, curved peach eyes, long eyelashes also curved, a pretty nose, and moist red lips.

Song Yuyan looked at the luxurious Lamborghini. When she turned her eyes, she met Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes. His dark pupils were deep into the vortex, and his eyes were soft. Song Yuyan's face turned red. She lowered her eyebrows and said in a low voice: Hey, why are you looking at me like this? Nan Zeyu, Gu Tingchen will laugh at us later.

Nan Zeyu raised his hand and held up her snow-white face, and gently kissed her left cheek with his thin lips. He stroked the back of her head with his big hand and said softly: Don't care about him, I just like looking at my wife, I can't see enough, Yanyan, you are so sweet.

Whenever she got close to him, the sweet milky scent from her body would fill his nostrils and linger at his nose tip. She was about to lose her mind. Gu Tingchen's dark eyes swept over to look at Song Yuyan next to him. His dark eyes trembled fiercely. She was really a very sweet girl, as white as snowflakes, and her eyebrows, every frown and smile were sweet.

Gu Tingchen turned his eyes away from Song Yuyan, started the Lamborghini, turned the steering wheel sideways, drifted, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly drove away from the Nan family villa. The Lamborghini was as fast as a flash of lightning.

Song Yuyan's face was even redder and more rosy than a peach blossom. Her heart was beating like thunder and her ears were burning. The scent of Nan Zeyu's gentle kiss was still on her cheek. She raised her head and turned to face his handsome face, which was so tender that it couldn't be more tender. His whole face was filled with tenderness. His eyebrows and eyes concealed the cold edge. She blinked her watery eyes gently, and her eyes were as clear and transparent as crystal.

The man held her snow-white shoulders, and his big hands gently placed her little head on his shoulders. The little head leaned on his shoulder obediently. Song Yuyan glanced at him. Outside the car window, the sunshine was just right today. The spring sunshine was really warm, and so was the breeze.

It is now May and summer is coming soon, but Ancheng still gives her a cool feeling. The Lamborghini is speeding on the road. Gu Tingchen, who is driving, always glances at the man and woman in the rearview mirror inadvertently with his dark eyes. He purses his thin lips tightly, and his eyes are filled with emotions that he himself cannot understand.

Mo Mou looked straight ahead and increased the speed a few gears. Soon, the Lamborghini drove across the Ancheng Bridge, passed by Ancheng Square, passed by Ancheng Ancient City Street, and slowly drove into Anyang Road. Song Yuyan raised her head silently and sat up straight. She stood up with her petite body slightly bent, and leaned closer to Gu Tingchen who was driving in front.

Gu Tingchen was extremely alert. He turned his head and glanced at Song Yuyan who was leaning over. She had a sweet milky scent on her body. He pursed his lips and said in a cold voice: What's wrong? Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan's eyes were bright and clear, her pupils were shining with bright water light, her eyebrows were smiling, and her voice was soft: "Anyang Road, I wanted to come here before, this place is close to Ancheng Ancient City Street, is your home near Anyang Road?" Gu Tingchen.

Gu Tingchen's heart skipped a beat. His face was stunned, his eyes were soft. He nodded slightly and said softly: Yes, I have my own villa on Anyang Road, and the other villa belongs to my parents. Yes, this side is close to Gucheng Street. I went to Gucheng Street three times when I came back a few days ago.

The two of them started chatting like good friends who had known each other for a while, completely unaware of the handsome face of the man behind them that was as dark as charcoal. At this moment, Nan Zeyu's whole face was as black as charcoal, and his cold black eyes stared at Gu Tingchen and Song Yuyan. His eyes flashed with a cold light like ice, his handsome brows were furrowed into a ball, and his thin lips were about to be broken by his pursed lips.

His little wife actually left him and chatted with his good friend? Now, what was going on... Was he Nan Zeyu dead? He was trying hard to hold back the anger that was about to burst out of his chest, but Song Yuyan was still unaware that her husband's face had already turned as angry as charcoal.

Song Yuyan smiled, her voice was soft and gentle. The girl's soft voice entered Gu Tingchen's ears, as if carrying a tingling electric current, making his earlobes tremble slightly. Gu Tingchen suddenly turned his head, and his complex and cold dark eyes met Song Yuyan's watery eyes that were smiling like the moon. Her eyes were pure, her pupils were clear, and she was extremely beautiful.

Her snow-white skin was like snowflakes in the winter snow, with a faint pink tint, her red lips were moist and curved, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved when she smiled, so sweet that it made his body tremble violently, and somewhere in his heart, it shook.

Gu Tingchen's face returned to its cold expression. He turned his head and said coldly, "Song Yuyan, sit tight, or you'll fall." Without looking at her again, he sat back in the driver's seat and continued driving with a focused look.

Song Yuyan's face was stunned for a moment, she looked down, turned her head, bent down, and walked forward gently. When she sat back in the rear driver's seat, her whole body stiffened. The man's pair of cold black eyes like sharp blades were piercing her coldly. She was stunned. Song Yuyan didn't dare to speak, with her eyebrows lowered.

What happened to him? The sharp look just now frightened her so much that she dared not breathe. Song Yuyan lowered her eyebrows, but she could clearly feel that Nan Zeyu seemed to be angry, and he was quite angry. She clearly remembered that she had not done anything. Why was he angry again?

The Lamborghini slowly drove to the intersection of Anyang Road and 1st Road. Outside the window was a row of villas. Although not as big as the villa where Nan Zeyu lived, which was beyond description, the scenery in this villa area was also beautiful and pleasant. Gu Tingchen drove the Lamborghini to turn left, then drove in and parked the Lamborghini in an ivory white villa building.

Gu Tingchen stopped the car, turned his head and looked at the two people sitting in the back seat behind him, and said in a low voice: Zeyu, Song Yuyan, we have arrived at my villa. He opened the car door and got out slowly. Nan Zeyu glanced at the unconscious Song Yuyan, grabbed her wrist fiercely, then opened the car door and pulled her out of the car.

Song Yuyan was completely dazed until she felt the warmth from the man's palm on her wrist. Then she came to her senses and looked up. The villa area here was very beautiful and pleasant. Her eyes were looking at the ivory-white villa in front of her, which was neither too big nor too small. Gu Tingchen smiled, took a step, turned around, and walked up to the two of them.

Nan Zeyu thought about what happened just now. He was so angry that his whole body was about to tremble. He tried his best to suppress his anger, and looked calmly at Gu Tingchen with his dark eyes. Gu Tingchen's dark eyes looked at his dark eyes with some emotion. He frowned his sword-like eyebrows and said calmly: This is my own villa, Zeyu.

Nan Zeyu glanced at Gu Tingchen, and clenched his other big fist little by little. He resisted the urge to beat him up. His deep black eyes coldly scanned the ivory-white villa in front of him. He nodded slightly, and his voice sounded like broken ice as he slowly spoke: Well, not bad.

Gu Tingchen glanced at Nan Zeyu in confusion. He had noticed that something was wrong with him just now, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. The three of them walked into the villa building together and walked through the corridor of the villa. The villa building was full of a large rose garden, white, pink, and red, with bright colors, and the scent of roses filled the air.

The three of them walked side by side to the door of the villa, and Gu Tingchen opened the door. A housekeeper and two servants were standing in the hall of the villa. Gu Tingchen looked at the housekeeper Luo, who was standing straight and half-bowed opposite him, and the servants Su Ma and Shen Ma.

He took a few steps forward, his face as cold as ice, and said in a cold voice: "My friend and my friend's wife, go prepare dinner, Su Ma, Shen Ma, and Luo Butler." The butler and two servants bowed respectfully to Gu Tingchen, and said softly: "Okay, Mr. Gu."

The housekeeper and the two servants bowed deeply to me and Nan Zeyu, then stepped back and slowly walked away. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu, and their eyes met. The man's dark eyes looked straight into the little girl's confused eyes. He pulled her wrist, then leaned down, put his thin lips close to her ear, and said in an angry voice: I'll tell you when we get back tonight.

Then, he pretended nothing happened, let go of Song Yuyan, walked forward, and walked in front of Gu Tingchen. Song Yuyan tilted her head and looked at Nan Zeyu's tall body walking quickly, confused. What's wrong with him? He just whispered something about punishment in my ear. God, how did I make him angry again?

The two of them sat on the dining table, with Gu Tingchen sitting opposite them on the left. The housekeeper ordered the servants to serve the dishes. When the dishes were served, there were braised pork elbows, fried noodles with scallion and sea cucumber, pork rib soup, and seasonal vegetable soup. The steaming hot food made Song Yuyan forget about her ladylike sitting posture.

Her eyes were filled with transparent, joyful light, her pupils were as bright as stars, and her little face was red. Song Yuyan half stood up, picked up the bowl and chopsticks in one hand and the spoon in the other, using both hands, and moved her body close to the turntable. She looked at the food on the turntable with a domineering expression and a sharp gaze, and then, she swept away the food and put it into the golden porcelain bowl.

Nan Zeyu's black eyes suddenly narrowed, his eyes became dull, and he turned to look at Gu Tingchen who was smiling helplessly. An intriguing light flashed in his dark eyes. He tilted his head, and glanced at Nan Zeyu with his dark eyes as deep as ice, and said with a smile: It seems that your little wife is very hungry, Zeyu.

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, but his face darkened. He stood up and walked to the turntable. His black eyes looked straight at his little wife who was picking up dishes randomly. His face suddenly changed, and his eyes swept to the golden porcelain bowl. His breathing stagnated. Song Yuyan actually filled the porcelain bowl with all the dishes, and the whole bowl was about to overflow from the edge of the bowl.

Nan Zeyu had no choice but to quickly walk behind Song Yuyan's chair at the dining table, holding her wrist with one hand and her lower back with the other, and pushed her forward. He randomly stuffed some food into Song Yuyan's porcelain bowl, and then used gravity to pull her back to sit on the dining table chair.

Song Yuyan's face fell, she raised her eyes and glared at Nan Zeyu who looked unhappy, her watery eyes widened into a round shape, her eyebrows twisted into a knot, her red lips puffed up in anger, her face looked like "Are you looking for death?"

The man lowered his head patiently, and put his handsome face close to the angry face of the little girl. His eyes were soft, and his voice was gently soothing her: Be good, Yanyan, I'll help you with what you want to eat. Don't take too much, what if you can't finish it later?

Gu Tingchen had a leisurely demeanor, his dark eyes staring at the two of them. An amused smile curved up the corners of his lips, his eyes were cold and gloomy, but his dark eyes always fell on Song Yuyan. Interesting, his little wife was really too interesting. He chuckled sinisterly.

After lunch, it was already past half past one. After lunch, the three of them walked out of the restaurant and went to the sofa. Song Yuyan stood in front of the villa hall with her watery eyes wide open. Her eyes slowly moved with her head, looking around the villa. The house was a three-story building with a wraparound staircase.

Different from the Nan family villa, the staircase in the Nan family villa is spiral and high and low, and it looks like a castle from a distance. Gu Tingchen's villa does not have crystal diamond lights, but cold-colored chandeliers. He looked at the two men sitting on the sofa. He didn't know what they were talking about, and their faces were indifferent.

The whole villa is built in a cold and desolate tone, which is very similar to Gu Tingchen himself. Song Yuyan slowly walked towards the sofa. She walked to the sofa directly opposite. In front of her was a black and white velvet sofa, and the one directly opposite was a gray leather sofa.

Song Yuyan sat on the sofa, her watery eyes fixed on the two people on the sofa opposite her. No one knew what they were talking about at the moment. She only saw their thin lips moving and their faces indifferent. The two of them looked into each other's eyes and then looked away.

Slowly, Song Yuyan's eyelids began to droop, and she felt sleepy. Her watery eyes slowly closed, and when she closed her eyes, she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep. Her little head fell down, her hands hung on the armrest of the sofa, and she fell asleep.