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

Nanjia Villa

Song Yuyan just woke up. She sat up in a daze. When she looked up, she saw Nan Zeyu with an evil look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows and eyes looking straight at her with a faint smile. His deep black eyes stared at her, his pupils as dark as obsidian, bewitching her mind. His face was handsome, soft and affectionate. Song Yuyan looked at him in a daze and said in a sweet voice: What's wrong with you? Looking at me like this so early in the morning...

She always felt that there was something wrong with the way he looked at her. Song Yuyan opened her pair of pure and flawless eyes, as transparent, clear and moist as crystal, staring at him without blinking. She curled her lips and smiled sweetly at him. That smile softened, sweetened and warmed Nan Zeyu's whole heart.

The little girl's face was rosy and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids. She blinked gently and stared at him with a sweet smile. Her red lips were moist and had the color of fresh strawberries. Nan Zeyu stood up quietly and he took a few steps. Song Yuyan was so rosy and her pupils were wide open, blinking with the purest and flawless light, her red lips half-bitten, looking straight at him.

The man leaned over, Song Yuyan's back stiffened, her breath began to tense, her breathing slow, her heart also began to beat rapidly, she lowered her brows, sat on the white and pink velvet sheets with her legs bent, her hands still on her knees.

Song Yuyan clearly felt that Nan Zeyu was getting closer to her little by little. She started to feel nervous, panicked, and heartbroken. Her face and ears were slightly hot, and she was so nervous that her toes were curled up.

Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Yuyan's flawless pink nails, as white as snow, and her nails were pink, making her entire ankle look extremely delicate and pink. Her toenails were curled up, and his thin lips curled up in an evil arc.

He lifted her jawbone with his long fingers. His long legs were as straight and upright as a tree. He leaned over and looked at her with a pair of bewitching black eyes as she lowered her head. Song Yuyan was gently lifted up by Nan Zeyu's long fingers, and her eyes slowly met his endless, deep, black eyes, as if there were many whirlpools in them, deep and bottomless.

Song Yuyan's face turned red with nervousness again. Her peach blossom eyes half-blinked, her long eyelashes fluttered gently, and her watery pupils stared closely at Nan Zeyu's bottomless black eyes. As their eyes met, Nan Zeyu raised his hand and gently stroked her snow-white face, and his thin lips moved closer and closer.

Song Yuyan didn't get up from her knees until she felt the man's soft and dense kiss on her lips. Then, she stretched out her arms to Nan Zeyu's neck and hooked them tightly. Even in this kiss, the man did it effortlessly. Song Yuyan began to gasp for breath. His plunder seemed to fill her entire lips and teeth, leaving her no time to breathe.

One kiss seemed like a cycle of time, and the man slowly let go of the little guy. Song Yuyan still hooked her arms around his neck. She lowered her head, gasping for breath, her little face as red as an apple, and said in a panting voice: It's as if, it's as if my lips are free, you can kiss them however you want.

Nan Zeyu rubbed her little head again, put his thin lips close to her forehead, gave her a light kiss, and said in a light voice: It's because my little wife is too sweet, I couldn't help it for a moment, Yanyan, you won't blame me, right!

Song Yuyan was panting so hard that she couldn't say a word. She lowered her head and gasped for air. Nan Zeyu's big hand gently went around her back and gently helped her breathe. After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan slowly straightened up and raised her head. Her eyes were full of sparkling water. She looked dissatisfied and glared at Nan Zeyu, who was as handsome as a painting.

Her face was still slightly red, and her red lips were swollen from his kisses. She stared at him with her watery eyes and said in a low voice: "You are still laughing, you are still laughing, you can still laugh, I almost can't breathe again, Nan Zeyu."

The man picked up the little girl on the bed, turned around, walked to the door with his long legs, and carried her out of the room. A few minutes later, after Nan Zeyu helped Song Yuyan wash up, he slowly put Song Yuyan on the carpet, and his tall body completely covered her petite body.

The man lowered his eyes, and the little girl gently hugged the man's waist, then raised her eyes and looked at him with a sweet smile. His large palms completely wrapped around her snow-white face. Her eyes seemed to be filled with indelible sweetness, and her watery eyes seemed to be filled with clear water that was ready to move. Her pupils and long eyelashes exuded a sweet light like honey.

His little wife is so sweet. Every time I see her, my heart is warmed by her sweetness. Nan Zeyu put his forehead against hers and said softly, "Then I will send you back to school today, okay?" Yanyan, do you want to go back to school?

Song Yuyan's heart slammed hard. Nan Zeyu's entire face was close to hers, his forehead against hers, his eyelashes gently sliding across her cheeks, and his breathtakingly beautiful nose bone swept across her face.

The little guy nodded slightly, and she touched his forehead intimately, and said softly: Well, okay, I haven't been back to school for a long time, I wonder how school is going? It's all because of you...

Song Yuyan's voice turned into a plaintive and angry tone again, and Nan Zeyu's heart began to beat violently. Song Yuyan also felt it, and her heart was beating violently with his. The two hearts collided, and this was what a collision between hearts felt like. They could hear each other's heartbeats.

Nan Zeyu still hugged Song Yuyan out of habit. He helped her carry her schoolbag. Song Yuyan was wearing the school uniform of Ancheng University. He also tied a very sweet ponytail for her, which made her cheeks look as white and transparent as snowflakes, her face was full, round and delicate, and her topknot was beautiful. The ponytail that was quite long to her waist did not look bulky at all, but rather as delicate and charming as a flower.

In the stairwell, Aunt Li was just about to go upstairs to call the Young Madam and the Young Master to come down for breakfast. When she looked over, she saw the Young Master holding the Young Madam in his arms and walking downstairs. The Young Master was looking deeply at the Young Madam in his arms. The Young Madam's face was slightly pink, and she looked at the Young Master sweetly with her eyes.

Mother Li immediately stepped back, turned around, walked downstairs, stepped aside, she bowed respectfully, lowered her head, the young master carried the young lady downstairs, Song Yuyan turned her eyes and saw Mother Li standing aside, her face was a little nervous, her eyes were glaring at the man with a tender and sweet smile, she said in a sweet voice: Mother Li, good morning!

Aunt Li saw the young lady saying good morning to her from a distance, she bowed 90 degrees and said softly: Young lady, good morning, young master! Nan Zeyu hugged Song Yuyan's long legs and walked towards the villa restaurant. Song Yuyan curled her red lips and said in a low voice: Okay, that's enough, put me down, otherwise the servants will see us.

Nan Zeyu pursed his lips and said nothing. He walked into the western restaurant with long legs. Behind him, Aunt Li gently opened the door of the restaurant. Ye Mingxuan was having breakfast. When she heard the door ring, she looked up and smiled happily. She said in a gentle voice: "This early in the morning, I got to see my son and my daughter-in-law show their affection for free again. They even came to eat with each other in each other's arms!"

Ye Mu's voice was full of teasing. Song Yuyan's ears turned redder when she heard it, and she lowered her head. Song Yuyan sat next to Nan Zeyu, raised her head, her face was still slightly red, but her eyebrows were smiling sweetly like a round moon, and her eyes looked softly at Ye Mingxuan who was sitting on the dining table opposite, and she smiled gently.

Ye Mingxuan's beautiful eyes were full of smiles, her eyes were gentle and beautiful like a painting, her eyebrows and eyes were charming, and she laughed and said: What's wrong? Xiaoyan, auntie is not wrong, and, Xiaoyu, you... you really can't leave your wife for a moment!

Nan Zeyu lowered his head to eat the exquisite breakfast, his thin lips curved into a faint smile, this faint smile was caught by Ye Mingxuan, Song Yuyan's little face was suddenly blushed, her pupils opened roundly, and her pupils shrank. She turned her head to look at him, he lowered his head and silently ate the fruit dessert on the plate. Why didn't he speak at the critical moment? But, it seems that he really can't leave her now...

Song Yuyanye lowered her head and reached out to take the knife and fork beside her. There was exquisite food on the table. Today's dish was new flavors of fruit noodles, including strawberry, blueberry and grape flavors. The fruit and noodles blended together, bringing a sour and sweet taste. The fruits in the villa were all top-quality fresh fruits, shipped to the villa from home and abroad.

Song Yuyan was eating a small bowl of strawberry noodles on her plate. The combination of strawberries and thin noodles had a sweet and sour taste that was very pleasing to her taste buds. She glanced at his plate, which was blueberry flavored, and then looked at Ye Mu at the table opposite. She had strawberry porridge, French toast, cheese and egg bun, and a peach sandwich.

She had never eaten these breakfasts at home. Since Song Yuyan moved into the Nan family villa, she had a variety of breakfasts to her heart's content, and no two breakfasts were the same. These breakfasts were carefully prepared, matched and prepared by Li's mother every day.

Song Yuyan was eating strawberry noodles. She turned her head slightly and glanced at Li Ma who was standing at the door of the restaurant. She stood like a sculpture next to the huge sliding door of the villa restaurant with black, gold and diamonds. Li Ma's eyes turned slightly and saw the young lady sitting on the dining chair who was smiling at her. She smiled happily and nodded. This young lady was liked by the housekeepers and servants in the villa. She was sweet, friendly, considerate, sensible and well-behaved. She didn't have the temper of a rich girl at all.

After breakfast, Nan Zeyu still insisted on holding Song Yuyan. He picked up Song Yuyan from the dining table chair and carried her horizontally. Ye Mingxuan was slightly stunned, then he said with a gentle smile: Go, go, accompany your daughter-in-law, but, Xiaoyu, where are you going to take Xiaoyan?

Song Yuyan stared blankly at Nan Zeyu's cold profile. He turned his eyes and glanced at his mother. His face was as cold as ice, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his black eyes were secretive, and he said in a faint voice: Send Yanyan back to school. She has been in the UK and with me for a month and has not been back to school. She wants to go back to school now.

Ye's mother was stunned for a few seconds, paused, and her beautiful eyes fell on Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan met Ye's mother's unfathomable gaze, she nodded slightly, and said softly: Ah, yes, aunt, I'm going back to school. Ye's mother didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, she paused for a few seconds, then looked at Song Yuyan again, and said anxiously: Okay, then remember to eat at noon, don't be hungry at school, Xiaoyan.

Song Yuyan nodded obediently, smiling sweetly, and responded: "Okay, I will, aunt. Then you eat slowly, Ayu and I will leave first." Ye Mingxuan nodded, Nan Zeyu turned his head, his black eyes looked forward, and walked out of the dining table with long legs, and walked to the door of the restaurant. The servants opened the door of the restaurant, bent down and bowed respectfully, and saluted and shouted in unison: Master, Madam, take care!

In the Ferrari sports car, Song Yuyan fell asleep as soon as she got in the car. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at the passenger seat who was sleeping with her head tilted. He tilted his head and saw the princess ponytail he had tied for her. She was wearing a white and black school uniform skirt set off her body, which looked even whiter, more beautiful and more graceful.

The man's black eyes seemed to gather sparks in an instant, and his pupils shrank. He moved his gaze downwards, and when he saw Song Yuyan's snow-white legs, his throat rolled slightly and his face darkened. Damn, he just realized that this school uniform skirt is so short. He immediately drove with one arm, and then, with his other big hand, he easily took off his suit jacket, covered her legs horizontally, and then covered her.

Nan Zeyu was wearing a pure black shirt and ink-colored trousers, a custom-made suit. The collision of black and ink made his figure look extremely handsome even when he was driving, especially his long legs, which left several gaps when placed on the accelerator pedal.

The Ferrari sports car drove slowly on the road of Ancheng City, slowly moving away from the villa area and heading towards the city center. When approaching Ancheng University, Xingfu Road was crowded with large and small vehicles. Nan Zeyu frowned slightly, his face was indifferent, and his eyebrows were as cold as ice.

He turned the steering wheel sideways, the sports car moved backwards, and then turned the steering wheel forward, and the Ferrari sports car easily drove into another small road intersection. A jet black Ferrari sports car drove into another intersection of Xingfu Road. This intersection was wider than Xingfu Road and had a much larger area.

Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at Song Yuyan. She was still sleeping. In the villa, she slept very soundly every day during her period. He did not disturb her and let her sleep peacefully. He gave her motherwort soup during the day, light porridge at noon, and rice porridge at night. In short, he would not let her touch oily, spicy, or overly sweet food.