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

Song Yuyan had been in the hospital for almost nine days, and it was almost the tenth day. She couldn't hold it in any longer, her face was puffed up, her watery eyes blinked with anger and glared at Nan Zeyu who was sitting on the sofa in the VIP ward peeling strawberries for her. He put a bunch of bright, huge, juicy and plump strawberries on a gold porcelain crystal plate, lowered his head, and peeled the strawberry tips with a focused expression. Song Yuyan was so angry that she exclaimed: Nan Zeyu, when can I be discharged from the hospital? I'm almost bored to death, I want to be discharged!

These days, Ye's mother has been trying different ways to nourish her body, all with thick medicinal soups, such as ginseng chicken soup, turtle stewed with bullwhip soup, red dates, wolfberry, milk and bird's nest porridge, premium beef bones airlifted from abroad, stewed into collagen soup, peach gum snow bird, and so on... She felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

The man who was peeling the strawberry tip did not move at all. He sat with his back leaning back on the velvet warm orange sofa in a casual posture. His beautiful fingers were like a carefully crafted work of art. He slowly pinched the tip of the strawberry and then gave a slight twist with his fingertips. The white strawberry tip was easily picked out by him.

After a long time, Nan Zeyu slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to the angry face of Song Yuyan. Her little face had returned to its beautiful snow-white peach-pink appearance, and her pair of watery eyes, sparkling with diamonds and stars, were showing anger. Her eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, her red lips were pouted high in anger, and even her beautiful eyebrows were twisted into knots.

The man put all the peeled fresh strawberries into the crystal plate, stood up, took a bunch of bright red strawberries from the crystal plate, and walked to the bed. Nan Zeyu sat down in front of Song Yuyan. He put the strawberries in the crystal plate on the leather chair and gently moved away.

His dark eyes, as deep as a pool, gazed indifferently at Song Yuyan, who was righteously dissatisfied in front of him. His eyes were like a whirlpool that absorbed people's souls. His eyes were soft and warm, his face was as calm as water, his thin lips raised up a faint smile, and he said softly: Okay, let's observe you for a few days, and when we are sure that you are okay, we will discharge you from the hospital, okay, Yanyan.

Song Yuyan met his obsidian eyes that were soft as water. His eyes were so deep that it made her lose her soul. That depth was like a bottomless whirlpool. Just one glance at him could suck her up without leaving any residue. She smiled sweetly, her watery eyes blinked with clear light, and her pupils were as clear as crystal.

She held up Nan Zeyu's handsome face in her hands. He was so handsome that she could never get enough of looking at him every day. Now she could see clearly how handsome his face was. Nan Zeyu did not react and just let her hold him gently in her hands. He glanced at her infatuated little pink face with a smile on his face.

He accompanied her every day during the days of hospitalization, and slept in another bed accompanied by a family member in the ward. When she needed to get up at night to go to the bathroom, take a shower, or wash up, Nan Zeyu helped her. He did not let her move at all. Only when he saw that she was completely asleep on the bed did he leave the bedside and go to the family bed to rest.

Song Yuyan felt her heart was pounding. Her little face was as rosy as peach blossoms in March, and her red lips were moist and translucent with a strawberry color. Nan Zeyu's throat rolled slightly when he saw this. It had been a few days since he had asked for a good kiss.

His black eyes slowly turned a fiery red. Just as Nan Zeyu was about to lower his head, Song Yuyan held both sides of his handsome face tightly with both hands. She said in a voice as sweet as juice: Don't move, I just want to look at you carefully like this, Nan Zeyu.

Nan Zeyu's eyebrows and eyes are handsome and as gorgeous as a painting. His thin lips are curved into a charming smile. There are turbulent waves in his eyes. His eyes are clear and soft like water. His eyes are bright and gorgeous like stars. The corners of his eyes are curved beautifully. He said softly: Okay, I won't move and let my wife watch you carefully.

Song Yuyan's red lips curled up into a sweet smile, her eyebrows and eyes curved in a smile, the corners of her eyes, her red lips and even her eyebrows were all curved sweetly, her whole face was sweeter than honey, wow, why are Nan Zeyu, this dog man's eyes so beautiful, not good-looking, but handsome, his pupils, pupils, pupils are all very deep, with a bewitching depth, Song Yuyan said stupidly: Husband, your eyes are so beautiful, very beautiful!

Nan Zeyu's thin lips curved into a wider arc, and he would only call out these two words like a fool when he was stunned. Song Yuyan moved her whole face closer to his handsome face again, and this time she was even closer to him and could even hear his breathing.

She stretched out her long, smooth, jade-white fingers and counted the eyelashes in Nan Zeyu's dark eyes one by one. The man's eyebrows slightly raised. Song Yuyan wanted to count his eyelashes? How long would she have to count...

As Song Yuyan counted, her brows furrowed tightly. She looked confused and said in an dissatisfied voice: Damn, there are more than my eyelashes, how can... Nan Zeyu, have you ever put on mascara or something?

The handsome man's face suddenly darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Mascara? He would use that stuff? Nan Zeyu opened his thin lips slightly to interrupt her, and she continued in confusion: Or did you use something to grow your eyelashes? It shouldn't be. A man's eyelashes are so long. Don't you feel it irritates your eyelids?

Nan Zeyu's face darkened. What a mess this little guy has in his head. It even hurts my eyelids... He pursed his thin lips tightly, his face turned cold, and he said in a calm voice: Would I be so bored as to mess with my eyelashes? Song Yuyan, what's in your head...

Seeing Nan Zeyu's face sink silently, Song Yuyan's handsome face sank coldly. She couldn't help shrinking her neck. She curled her lips, looked unhappy, and said angrily: "I told you not to move, Nan Zeyu, why are you so gloomy? I didn't say anything wrong, did I?"

Nan Zeyu really didn't know whether to laugh or cry... Did his little wife really not hurt her head during this kidnapping? Why did he feel that her head and her current behavior made him feel like a different person... Nan Zeyu nodded slightly, he straightened his waist, and moved his proud handsome face closer to her again, his deep black eyes staring straight at every little expression on her face, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I won't move, Madam, please continue."

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and looked at Nan Zeyu's handsome face carefully. The more she looked at him, the more unhappy she became. Nan Zeyu frowned again. What's wrong with the little guy? How did she displease him? For her, he hadn't been to the company for a few days. The company also asked Bai Xun to take care of it temporarily. All the meetings, contracts, and project signings were handed over to Bai Xun.

Nan Zeyu really had a headache, fearing that he might do something wrong and displease Song Yuyan. He looked straight at him with clear eyes, but there was still a faint smile on his face that was as dazzling as stars. Song Yuyan suddenly became excited and said: Hey, I see, Nan Zeyu, when you smile, you can make me feel like I am in a dream!

What kind of word is this "Xuanhuan"? How come he has never heard of it before? Nan Zeyu's handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed again. Could it be that Song Yuyan really hurt her head? The words that came out of her mouth were words he couldn't understand. Song Yuyan suddenly became alert and said with an unhappy face: Haha, but you, a dog man, did that to me... Her smile was not like this. Nan Zeyu, do you know how to change your face?

Nan Zeyu was completely speechless. He raised his hands and used his wrists to block Song Yuyan's small hands holding his cheeks. Song Yuyan was slightly stunned. He glanced at her with clear eyes and a dark face. He said in a speechless voice: I don't care what you think in your mind or where you heard me from. Song Yuyan, I am Nan Zeyu, your husband and fiancé Nan Zeyu. I have never had any illusions, face-changing techniques, or mascara. Do you understand?

The man's voice was full of helplessness. His face was as cold as ice, his dark eyes were filled with dark coldness, his pupils were also clear and cold, and his eyes were so heavy that she felt frightened. Song Yuyan realized something, she raised her hand and scratched her head, her little face puffed up, she looked confused, and said with a sweet smile: Sorry? I know you won't be angry, right, husband.

The next second, Nan Zeyu leaned over and approached her suddenly, picked her up and sat her on his lap. Song Yuyan's face instantly turned red with fear and she exclaimed: "Ah? Nan Zeyu, what are you doing? You, no, you...

At this moment, a cold and rebuking voice floated from the door of the ward: Hey, it seems that I came at the wrong time and disturbed you two! Song Yuyan's body stiffened instantly. She slowly turned her head and looked over. Her face instantly turned red to her ears. Shen Jiayi was leaning against the door of the ward. She was holding a stack of ward rounds with a few words written on it: "Ward Rounds"

She was at ease, with a playful look on her face. Her rosy lips were raised in an intriguing smile, and her eyes were charming. Song Yuyan wanted to strip this man who always left her defenseless. She tried hard to break free, but Nan Zeyu held her waist tightly with his big hand.

Song Yuyan glared at him fiercely. He glanced at her sideways and said in a light voice: What's the matter, wife, Shen Jiayi is not an outsider! Song Yuyan was so angry that she wanted to jump up from his legs and hit him hard on the forehead. What's the matter... He didn't care. She felt like she was caught doing something, which made her particularly angry.

Shen Jiayi walked to the bed with long legs, but Nan Zeyu still held her waist tightly. She didn't dare to move at all and just sat on his thighs. Song Yuyan saw Shen Jiayi walking slowly towards her. She quickly lowered her head, her face flushed, and she cursed Nan Zeyu in her heart. Really, Jiayi would think she was not decent at all, okay?

Shen Jiayi picked up the things in her hand, hugged them, and glanced at Song Yuyan who was lowering her head with her black gemstone eyes. When she met Nan Zeyu's indifferent and cold black eyes, Shen Jiayi shrugged slightly, with an apologetic look on her face, and said in a light voice: Okay, I interrupted you and Yanyan, President Nan.

She smiled indifferently. Nan Zeyu's face darkened slightly. His deep black eyes met Shen Jiayi's pure eyes. His eyes were as cold as ice, his face was cold, and his voice seemed to carry a hint of anger: "Miss Shen, you came at the right time!"

Song Yuyan's face turned red all the way to her ears, and her whole face seemed to be burning. His arms were like super glue, and she couldn't break free no matter what. Song Yuyan was so angry that she wanted to bite Nan Zeyu's arm immediately.

Shen Jiayi glanced at Song Yuyan, who was sitting on Nan Zeyu's lap with her head down and silent, and she said softly: "After three days of physical examination, you can be discharged from the hospital if you are fine. I came here to tell you this, Yanyan."

Song Yuyan half opened her red lips, her face flushed, and she whispered in a low voice: Oh, OK, I get it. Then, Song Yuyan heard the sound of Shen Jiayi walking away. Song Yuyan raised her head, turned around and glared at Nan Zeyu fiercely, angry and gritting her teeth, she said: Nan Zeyu you.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's red face due to anger. He raised his hand to rub her little head and said with a soft smile: Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Be good. Yanyan, eat the strawberries, okay? You haven't eaten the strawberries yet.

Song Yuyan's chest heaved violently with anger. He kissed her earlobe with his thin lips and said softly: Don't be angry, Yanyan, eat strawberries, be good! After that, Nan Zeyu gently put Song Yuyan on the bed, turned around, took the crystal plate on the leather chair, and placed it on the bed.

Then, in the man's eyes, there was only a little guy with his cheeks bulging like a pufferfish, head lowered, eating the bright red strawberries in the crystal plate. Nan Zeyu shook his head slightly, his thin lips raised in a helpless smile, and murmured in a low voice: This little guy is so cute only when he is eating seriously.

There is a large cabinet in the ward, which is filled with fresh fruits. The fruits are all airlifted from abroad to the Nan family villa through the servants in the villa. Then, they are made into fruit plates, packaged in sterile vacuum packing, and sent to the hospital. There are blueberries, strawberries, kiwis, peaches, pears, strawberries, raisins, black currants and other fruits.

During the days that Song Yuyan was in the hospital, Nan Zeyu never left her side. He asked Bai Xun to arrange everything for her to eat. While Song Yuyan was sleeping, Nan Zeyu picked up the crystal plate from the empty tray, got up from the bed, and walked to a cabinet in the ward.

When he opened the cupboard, he saw countless fruits, desserts, and fruit and vegetable juices, as well as a wide variety of breads and cakes. He didn't expect that Song Yuyan would be discharged from the hospital in three days, and there were still so many things in the cupboard... His eyebrows jumped instantly. Was he preparing too much?