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

After Nan Zeyu fed Song Yuyan all the motherwort soup, he paused for half a second. Her red lips moved slowly. The man's deep eyes flashed. He looked deeply at her slightly rosy face. He stood up, sat on the sofa, carefully lifted her little head, held both sides of her cheeks, looked at her closed eyes, and said anxiously: Yanyan, Yanyan, can you hear me? How is it?

Dr. Jiang, Ye Mingxuan, the servants and the housekeeper who were standing aside all had tense brows and looked anxiously at the petite figure on the sofa. Ye Mingxuan first stepped forward, she leaned down, half bent over, and stood on the left side of Nan Zeyu.

Song Yuyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she frowned slightly. After a moment of silence, her long and thick black eyelashes slowly opened like feathers. When her eyes gently turned to the man who was staring at her, her red lips curved palely, and she said in a weak voice: Nan Zeyu!

When Nan Zeyu saw Song Yuyan's eyes fall on her face, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, his thin lips curled up into an arc of joy, and he slowly embraced Song Yuyan in his arms, gently placed his big hand on her back and stroked it, and said in a hoarse voice: Yanyan, you finally woke up, you scared me, you little thing, you scared my husband to death.

The little guy in his arms was dazed, being gently held in the man's arms. There was a strong beating sound from his chest. Was it his heart beating? Was it beating for her? When Song Yuyan's eyes turned to Ye's mother's face again, she spoke softly with her red lips: Aunt Ye, I'm sorry to have worried you, Auntie.

Ye Mingxuan walked forward, raised her hands and held Song Yuyan's little face tightly. Her eyes were moist, and her black eyes were filled with tears, beautiful and lovable. She smiled softly and said: Hey, Xiaoyan, my baby, you scared your auntie, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay.

Song Yuyan nodded gently. She had no strength at all now. The pain seemed to be draining her soul away, but the warmth in her lower abdomen gradually reduced the pain. Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan's eyebrows with her watery eyes. Her aunt was crying, and her eyes were red.

Song Yuyan raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ye Mu's eyes. She smiled with a pale face and said softly: It's okay, aunt, don't cry, your eyes will not be beautiful if you cry. She gently wiped the tears with her long fingers, lowered her eyes, and held her hand back.

Ye Mingxuan smiled happily and nodded, sniffing. Nan Zeyu was like hugging the most precious treasure in the world, reluctant to let go, she put her small hand on his back, gently stroking, and said softly: Okay, you are not going to let me go, right? I really won't be able to breathe in a while!

Upon hearing this, Nan Zeyu slowly let go of Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan smiled sweetly at him, with curved eyebrows and eyes. He opened his arms, gently embraced her, and then slowly picked her up from the sofa. He stood up with her in his arms, glanced at him with cold eyes, and said in a hoarse voice at Doctor Jiang who was standing a few meters away: "Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Jiang. It's getting late. You can stay in the villa tonight, Butler Long."

The man held the little guy in his arms. The little guy gently hooked his neck and glanced at his handsome eyes. The bastard, he cried too, his eyes were red. Hearing the young master's order, Butler Long quickly moved over.

Nan Zeyu turned his long legs slightly and faced Butler Long sideways. His soft black eyes looked at her uncertainly. When their eyes met, he said in a hoarse voice: "Take Doctor Jiang to the guest room upstairs and let him rest here for a night, Butler Long."

Butler Long quickly lowered his head, bowed, and said sincerely: Yes, I got it, young master! After that, Nan Zeyu didn't even look at his mother. He walked around the crowd and walked quickly towards the stairs in a steady and orderly manner.

Song Yuyan looked at him, he glanced at her with his deep black eyes, smiled with relief, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't talk, you are very weak now, you should have a good rest, and we can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say, okay? Wife."

His dark eyes were as deep as a whirlpool that could poison people's hearts, and the light in his pupils was so soft that it could soften her whole body. She nodded gently, leaning her little head on his warm chest, listening to the heartbeat that was beating for her. Song Yuyan's face suddenly turned slightly red, her heart skipped a beat, and she slowly closed her eyes.

He opened the door, carried the little one into the room, turned one leg over and gently closed the door, then scanned the room with his dark eyes. The light in the room was not on yet, and it was pitch black, but Song Yuyan had fallen asleep. She was very tired and really weak, and she leaned on his chest and fell asleep again.

All the lights in the room turned on slowly. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes to glance at the little head on his chest. She had fallen asleep again. He kissed her head lightly with his thin lips. His black eyes were secretive and deep like the water in the silent sea. He said in a hoarse voice: Go to sleep, Yanyan, sleep well, I'm always here, I will treat you well, and I won't let you be like this tonight again.

The man carried the little girl to the bathroom and turned on the eye protection mode in the bathroom. The bathroom slowly turned into a light white scene. He gently placed her on the sink, put her little head on one side, and said softly to her: Be good, I'll run you a bath. You need to soak in hot water during your period so it won't be so uncomfortable.

He took a long step and ran to the bathtub, opened the valve, and soon the entire large bathtub was filled with hot water. Nan Zeyu half bent down, adjusted the hot water, and then used his big hand to stir the hot water in the bathtub.

The hot water filled the bathtub. He crossed his legs and walked quickly to the sink, picked up Song Yuyan, and carried her to the bathtub. He carefully took off the suit jacket and his shirt wrapped around her skirt. Then he remembered that he was shirtless in the lobby of the villa just now. He glanced at her. She shouldn't have seen him shirtless...

Then he put Song Yuyan into the bathtub. Her breathing became heavy. Nan Zeyu tried hard to control his passion. He put his big hands on her shoulders, closed his eyes, groped her, and then slowly took off her princess dress stained with her aunt's blood and her...

After everything was over, Nan Zeyu turned her body slightly, and when he touched her back, he slowly opened his dark eyes. The warm water soaked on her body, and she didn't frown. It seemed that the warm water was very comfortable for her.

In the bathtub, there were all kinds of top-quality shower gels on one side. The man picked up the shower gel, which was strawberry flavored. He squeezed out a pump-sized amount of shower gel and spread it evenly on his big palm. Then, when he looked at Song Yuyan's back, he closed his eyes again.

When the shower gel was evenly applied on her body, he vaguely felt that his heat had risen a little bit. Song Yuyan's scent was a light and sweet milk scent, plus the strawberry-flavored shower gel, the two scents mixed together, lingering in his nostrils, and his heat began to rise even more.

He closed his eyes and washed her body. The bathroom was filled with mist, and was hazy, filled with the sweet milk scent of Song Yuyan and the strawberry scent of shower gel. When Nan Zeyu's big hand touched her... He bit his back molars and pursed his thin lips. Knowing that she had period pains, he gently massaged her lower abdomen in circles and pressed.

Song Yuyan, who was sleeping with her back leaning on Nan Zeyu's shoulder, felt her lower abdomen was warm and very comfortable. She half opened her red lips and said in a sweet voice: It feels so good, husband, thank you, thank you, and I am willing to be punished, so don't blame yourself.

The man's pressing hands paused slightly, his deep black eyes deepened, his face solemn, and then he continued to gently massage her lower abdomen. His thin lips leaned against her ear and he said in a low voice: "Little fool, Yanyan, my wife, you did nothing wrong, why are you willing to be punished? No, I won't let you do this next time."

When he ran out of the villa, when he saw the petite figure fainted outside the villa, his heart suddenly ached, as if dozens of sharp knives were ruthlessly cutting his heart. His whole body was shaking and his breathing stopped.

When he saw the shocking blood, he thought she was injured when she fainted. Nan Zeyu was still frightened when he thought of that scene. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and said in a hoarse voice with great heartache: I thought you were injured when you fainted, really, I admit that I was angry about what you said to Wen Zichen, and when I saw that you were unconscious, I was going crazy, Song Yuyan, you must promise me, um...

He buried his head deeply in the crook of his neck, his eyes slightly wet, Nan Zeyu quickly left again, raised his head and held back his eyes, after a while, Song Yuyan slowly said softly: Okay, you too, be well, we all have to be well. Nan Zeyu nodded heavily, leaned close to her ear and kissed her gently.

He then proceeded to massage her lower abdomen, and it seemed like a century before he finished bathing her. Then, he stood up, opened the bathroom cabinet, took out a bathrobe, and put the bathrobe on her with his eyes closed. He then stood up again, picked her up, drained all the water in the bathtub, and stepped out of the bathtub.

He carried Song Yuyan to the room. The door was open. He walked into the room. It was also pitch black. He carried her to the bed and laid her flat. She fell asleep like a broken doll. Her eyebrows and eyes were clear and delicate. Her long eyelashes gently covered her eyelids. She was very beautiful. She turned her head to look at the floor lamp on the bedside table.

He reached out, opened it, dimmed the light, and gently smoothed the quilt for Song Yuyan. He moved close to her slowly healing red lips and gave her a light kiss. Then, he quickly left, staring deeply at her peaceful sleeping face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go to sleep sweetly, Yanyan. I'm going to take a shower and will be back in a while."

next day

When Song Yuyan slowly opened her watery eyes, she saw the handsome face in front of her. She didn't know what time he went to bed last night, but his big hand had been on her lower abdomen and never left. Moreover, the magical thing was that she didn't feel any pain in her lower abdomen at all. She knew he could massage, but she didn't expect that he massaged the exact spot where she felt pain in her lower abdomen every time she had her period. He could know it accurately. Song Yuyan really admired him.

Her little face was rosy and she breathed in and out, not daring to take a deep breath. The distance between him and her was just nose to nose. Song Yuyan glanced at Nan Zeyu's sleeping face, a handsome face like that of a god, handsome, cold, and ghostly. His eyebrows and eyes seemed as handsome as if they were carefully created by God.

Song Yuyan raised her hand and gently stroked his eyebrows. His eyelashes were really long, each one distinct, longer than hers. His thin lips had no trace of chapped skin. Was that normal? A man's lips were so beautiful that Song Yuyan was obsessed with them.

Song Yuyan saw Nan Zeyu's eyebrows move slightly, and her whole face was red. She stared at the man's eyelashes that were about to open. Could he know that she was peeking at him? Song Yuyan nervously clenched her hands in the quilt, then slowly closed her eyes, lowered her eyebrows, and leaned on the man's chest.

Not wanting him to see her peeking at him, Song Yuyan could only pretend that she hadn't woken up yet. Nan Zeyu slowly opened his deep black eyes. His eyes turned and saw that she was still lowering her head. He moved closer to the top of her head, kissed her milky hair with his thin lips, and said softly: Sleep well, I'm here, Yanyan.

The other big hand gently wrapped around her small waist. Song Yuyan's heart was pounding nervously and her face was red. He must not know that she had woken up, but she didn't want him to know that she was peeking at his sleeping face. Song Yuyan felt that her breathing slowed down and her heart skipped a few beats.

The man slowly lifted the quilt. Song Yuyan's nervous little hands clenched into the quilt, telling herself not to frown. Nan Zeyu lifted the quilt and slowly sat up from the bed. Then, he turned around and covered Song Yuyan with the quilt, and moved her little head to the pillow. His deep black eyes stared deeply at her sleeping face, her pink little face, snow-white skin, rosy lips, beautiful eyelashes, and delicate eyebrows. His little wife is really a little sweetheart!

He leaned close to her little face, blinking his eyes gently. His eyes were as soft as water, transparent and clear as the bottom. He glanced at her, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of his lips. His thin lips couldn't help but move to her red lips. He lowered his head and kissed her red lips. His thin lips moved and kissed her red lips, and then he left immediately.

Knowing that Song Yuyan was still on her period, Nan Zeyu couldn't kiss her deeply, lest she do the same thing outside the villa last night. He shook his head, and when he was about to get up, the screen of his cell phone on the bedside table flashed, and then the phone rang.