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

Just when Bai Xun wanted to hear some other conversation coming out of the office, the door was suddenly opened with a whoosh. Bai Xun's face froze. He raised his amber eyes and met Xia Rounuan's eyes full of frustration. Xia Rounuan's face turned pale. She resisted the urge to burst into tears and raised her eyes to meet Bai Xun's complex and insightful amber eyes. She bit her pink lips and said in a clear and light voice: Assistant Bai, I'll leave first, okay.

Her voice was as light as a gust of wind and as plain as a glass of boiled water. Bai Xun nodded coldly, and glanced at Xia Rounuan with his deep amber eyes. She turned sideways, breathing a little hurriedly, lowered her eyes, quickly turned sideways, passed Bai Xun, and walked out of the office quickly.

Xia Rounuan just wanted to vent out the frustration in her heart. Tears were about to fall from her eyes. She bit her lips tightly, but she held them back. "Miss Xia, I don't care what made President Nan angry, but I tell you, please understand your own status and don't belittle yourself and try to climb up the social ladder!"

Bai Xun's words made Xia Rounuan's back suddenly stiffen. She paused. Bai Xun's voice was as sharp as a knife, stabbing her heart again and again, making her feel a sharp pain. She didn't say anything, but tilted her head and glanced at Bai Xun who was standing outside the office door.

She didn't stay for long. With a cold face, she ran downstairs quickly. Bai Xun turned his head and glanced at Xia Rounuan's running figure. His eyes were dark and cold, flashing a cold air. You really overestimate your own abilities. Do you really think President Nan is stupid? I just want to see how long you can be so arrogant? Soon, all your true colors will be exposed in public.

Bai Xun walked into the office with trembling legs. As soon as he stepped into the president's office and before he closed the door, he felt that the temperature of the office was as if he had fallen into an extremely cold cave, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

Hearing the footsteps, Nan Zeyu raised his head and shot a pair of cold eyes like sharp knives at Bai Xun who walked in. His face was like an angry beast, and his black eyes seemed to be hiding sharp knives shooting at Bai Xun. Bai Xun began to tremble with nervousness, his legs became weak, and his steps were even weaker when he walked.

Bai Xun lowered his head and walked to the desk. He stood up straight, not daring to breathe. Nan Zeyu stood up suddenly with his phone in hand. Bai Xun was so scared that his breathing stopped. This situation often means that President Nan is really going to be furious...

He tightened his legs and was silent for a moment. His voice was as cold as ice and full of anger. He said: Bai Xun, let me tell you, if you let the secretarial staff use the key to enter my office without my permission, then you and the secretarial staff will get out!

Bai Xun was so scared that he dared not speak, his body shaking like a fallen leaf. He raised his head with difficulty, his whole face was deathly pale, and he tremblingly glanced at the president, who had a face like an angry beast and black eyes as cold as a knife. His voice was dry and his breathing was tense. Then, his pupils shrank sharply in an instant, and he shook his head violently, saying in a trembling voice: No, no, no, I dare not, I dare not, President Nan.

Nan Zeyu glared fiercely at Bai Xun, who was shaking like a fallen leaf. His face was as cold as ice that could not be melted. He raised his hand to rub his forehead, his handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were drooping. After a few seconds, he said in a light voice: Get out!

Bai Xun bowed deeply with a trembling body, then, as if something was chasing him from behind, he turned around and ran quickly towards the door. Hearing the office door closing, Nan Zeyu sat down exhausted in the office chair.

He was still holding the phone in his big hand, and he used his long fingers to swipe the screen. His cold black eyes stared at the screen. Then, his long fingers moved on the screen at a very fast speed. When he opened the address book and saw the missed call, Nan Zeyu frowned tightly and his face was cold. Could it be that Yanyan called him?

He glanced down the screen with cold eyes. When he saw three missed calls, Nan Zeyu's cold black eyes flashed a dark light. Did Xiao Nuan just hang up the call from Yan Yan? Why did she do that? Nan Zeyu quickly called back. He nervously tapped the desk with his long fingers, fearing that Yan Yan was really angry and thought he had hung up her phone...

Song Yuyan had just finished washing up and was walking slowly towards the bathroom door. When she reached the sofa, her cell phone rang instantly. She walked lightly to the side of the sofa, bent down, picked up the phone on the sofa, and then picked it up.

Her little face wrinkled, her watery eyes flashed brightly, and she snorted coldly with her red lips: Humph, you finally decided to call me, aren't you busy? She looked at the phone screen, which was lighting up, but she didn't want to answer the call. She had just called him three times, but no one answered. She was so angry that her anger was about to burst out of her head.

Song Yuyan's angry eyes just glanced at the phone screen, which had a note she had given him: "My husband." Nan Zeyu frowned and pursed his lips. He kept answering the phone. Was she really angry? He began to get anxious.

Just as he was about to get up and leave the company to drive back to the villa, the phone screen showed that it was on a call. He put the phone to his ear and said softly: Yanyan, you finally answered the phone. What's wrong? Are you angry? He frowned and his face was tense.

All he could hear on the phone was her gentle breathing, but he couldn't hear Song Yuyan talking. Nan Zeyu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, with sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was most afraid that his little wife would be angry. On the other end of the phone, Song Yuyan was sitting on the sofa, not saying a word.

The CEO was so nervous that his heart was beating fast. He asked, "Song Yuyan, please say something. Are you angry? Please say something." After half a second, Song Yuyan said coldly, "Aren't you going to answer the call? What's the matter? I don't want to talk. That's it."

Nan Zeyu was so anxious that he shouted: It's not the phone, I didn't hang up, Yanyan, hello, Yanyan, my wife. The phone was already beeping, and Nan Zeyu put down the phone and leaned back in his office chair in frustration. It wasn't him who hung up the phone...

Song Yuyan hung up the phone and was really angry again. She threw her phone on the sofa, stood up, walked quickly into the room, then closed the door, kicked off her slippers, walked to the bed, fell horizontally on the bed, raised her hands to pull the quilt to cover her entire body.

She was so angry. He just refused to explain. It was impossible for him to hang up on her for no reason. Song Yuyan was sulking in the quilt. She thrashed her legs in anger and pounded the quilt with her little hands, as if she wanted to punch a hole in it.

The whole day, the man was like fish meat being cut by a knife, every minute was like being tortured by slow slicing. When he thought of Song Yuyan biting her lips tightly without saying a word, tears rolled in his eyes, and his whole heart was like being tortured by slow slicing. In the conference room, a meeting was in progress, and Nan Zeyu was distracted unexpectedly, his brows furrowed into a straight line.

His brows were wrinkled so much that his face almost lost its handsomeness, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his dark pupils were filled with a faint watery light, and his face was full of thoughts. The employees sitting in the audience stared at President Nan in such a daze, and they looked at each other.

I don't understand, what's wrong with President Nan? Bai Xun, who was standing aside, glanced at President Nan. He wanted to remind her, but it was difficult to do so. He could only stand there. For a moment, the whole conference room was filled with President Nan, who whispered in a low voice: Yanyan, my wife, don't be angry!

Bai Xun's frown became a "川" shape. He didn't need to think about it, it must be because of the young lady again. He bent down slightly, got closer to President Nan's profile, and heard the president's voice call out in a low voice: "Yan Yan". Bai Xun frowned helplessly. Sure enough, it was still because of the young lady.

After a long silence in the conference room, Nan Zeyu jumped up from his chair with a bang like a high-speed spring. When his long legs were about to turn around and walk out of the conference room, he turned his head coldly, glanced at Bai Xun behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Bai Xun, you will do the summary next. I'm leaving the company. Just notify the employees to go home after the meeting."

After that, Nan Zeyu was like an agile cheetah, his feet seemed to be on a hot wheel, and he walked towards the door of the conference room at full speed without looking back. Bai Xun silently sweated, and it was me who had to be the last one. Then, all the employees turned their heads and looked at the office door being kicked open. Everyone gasped in fear, and then, President Nan ran out of the conference room with his long legs.

Fortunately, the door of the conference room was customized by the top-level constructors. It is kick-resistant, collision-resistant, so there won't be any mistakes. Bai Xun widened his eyes in surprise, then froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at the employees sitting in the conference room with their eyes wide open in astonishment. He smiled dryly and said: Okay, then let me summarize the meeting.

Nan Zeyu walked quickly out of the office and glanced at the time on his watch. It was 6 o'clock, and time to get off work. He walked anxiously to the Ferrari sports car, quickly opened the door, got in the car, his face was as tense as ice, his eyebrows were as cold as a flying arrow, he closed the door, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from the company like flying.

In the room, Song Yuyan was lying on the bed with her body buried in the quilt. Only her arms and soft hands were stretched out and placed on the quilt, tightly clenched into fists. Suddenly, her breathing froze and she turned over quickly. Her face was red from suffocation, and she sat up in a daze, her head a little dizzy.

She staggered to her feet slowly from the bed, her breathing almost choking. Song Yuyan patted her chest, took a deep breath, and then, a few minutes later, she walked to the door, opened it, and walked out.

Walking to the sofa, picking up the phone, Song Yuyan walked into the bathroom, walked to the washbasin, bent down, reached out to turn the faucet, put her rosy little face to the faucet valve, and then splashed the cold water flowing out of the valve onto her little face. The cold water splashed on her cheeks, and immediately, a hint of cool air came, cooling her skin a lot.

Holding the cell phone, Song Yuyan walked lightly to the door of the room. She opened the door, walked out, closed the door gently, and went downstairs. The hall of the villa was quiet, as if it was a fairyland. She didn't see Aunt Ye, nor the servants and housekeepers. She frowned in confusion. Hey, where did they go?

She looked down at her watch and saw the time. It was already half past six and dinner time was coming soon. At this time, the housekeeper, servants and Aunt Ye were all gone. Where had she gone? Song Yuyan glanced at the door of the villa and walked slowly over.

Like a nimble little rabbit, she walked lightly in the villa hall in a daze. The entire villa hall was so huge, as if she was walking in a banquet hall. When Song Yuyan reached the door of the villa, the door was half open. When she was about to go down the stairs, she saw Su Ma rushing over. Song Yuyan looked over.

Her eyes were clear and gentle, as crystal clear as crystal. Su Ma walked up to the young lady with quick steps and said breathlessly: "Young Madam, there is a Porsche at the door, outside the villa. He leaned out of the window and said he was looking for you, Young Madam."

Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat... Her pupils shrank. Could it be Wen Zichen? Song Yuyan held up the hem of her snow-white princess dress. She pinched the hem with her small hands and ran as fast as the wind. She ran quickly through the back garden and ran out of the villa.

Before she could even stand firm, a gray Porsche drove up in front of her. Song Yuyan was panting, her face slightly red. The Porsche stopped in front of her, the door opened, and a handsome man with a gentle face, extraordinary temperament, and gentle eyebrows got out of the car. Song Yuyan looked at the handsome man in front of her with her watery eyes.

Is it really Wen Zichen? He's here again? Wen Zichen looked up at Song Yuyan. Her face was slightly red, her breath was a little breathless, her eyebrows were dull, and her eyes were as transparent and clear as crystal. He closed the car door, stepped around the body of the Porsche, and walked in front of Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan glanced at Wen Zichen who was walking over. He raised his thin lips and smiled gently. He stood sideways in front of her with a height of 187 cm. He looked at her with a pair of gentle and deep eyes with a gentle smile. Song Yuyan's eyes were slightly curious. Then, she nodded gently, with curved eyebrows and said softly: It's you, Mr. Wen, long time no see.

Wen Zichen stared at Song Yuyan intently. After not seeing her for a long time, she looked even sweeter, with snow-white skin and a peach-pink face. When she smiled, her eyebrows were curved. Her eyes were clear and as moist as crystal, with a hint of sweetness in them, and her red lips curved into a gentle sweet smile.