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

Nan Zeyu stood outside the corridor for a long time. He picked up the room card, opened the door, and walked into the presidential suite with long legs. But, what if the presidential suite was luxurious? Without Song Yuyan's company, he felt that everything was boring. The man walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was the romantic and beautiful night view of Paris. He looked over. From this angle, half of the night view of Paris was in his sight.

At the same time, in the deluxe double room, Ye Mingxuan and Song Yuyan were admiring the gorgeous decoration of this suite. When they came in, the first thing they saw was the golden floor tile wall, the golden Loure relief gold-faced walls all around, the sparkling crystal chandeliers, and many, many oil painting frames from around the world placed in every corner of the deluxe double room.

In short, this is a gorgeous and dazzling double room, even more gorgeous than the double room she and Shen Jiayi shared in the UK. French design is closely related to romance, right? Song Yuyan was stunned.

Ye Mingxuan closed the door and walked up to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan turned her head and glanced at Ye Mingxuan. She turned around and looked at Ye Mingxuan steadily with her watery eyes. Her face was sweet, and her eyebrows were also sweet, as pure and moving as the moon, which made Ye Mingxuan happy.

She placed her small hand on the back of her hand, lowered her eyes, and gently stroked the palm of Song Yuyan's hand with her soft white long fingers. Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan without blinking. Her eyes were as clear as the water in the deep sea. Her long eyelashes blinked gently, and she smiled sweetly at Ye Mingxuan.

Ye Mingxuan looked up suddenly, and fell in love with Song Yuyan's eyes, which were as bright as the deep sea water. Her eyes were as soft as the pure sky, and her pupils were bright. She smiled and said in a light voice: Are you hungry, Xiaoyan? You didn't eat much on the private plane. Are you hungry now?

Song Yuyan shook her head and smiled faintly, her eyes were pure and bright, her red lips curled up in a faint smile, her whole face was naturally rosy, she said in a sweet voice: No, aunt, I really want to sleep, I don’t feel very hungry.

Ye Mingxuan quickly checked the time on her watch. It was almost one in the morning. She nodded, put her hand gently on Song Yuyan's shoulder, nodded and smiled gently: "Okay, go take a good bath, and then, we'll rest!"

The two of them turned around and walked towards the double room in the suite. Song Yuyan walked to the bed and sat on it. This was a palace-style double room. Do the French like to build rooms like this?

Ye Mingxuan pulled her and Song Yuyan's suitcases and walked into the double room. She placed her suitcase steadily on the carpet, then squatted down, lowered her head, unzipped the suitcase, and rummaged through the suitcase to take out clothes.

Song Yuyan, who was sitting on the bed, felt drowsy for some reason. Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she slowly lay down on the extra-large double bed. Her whole consciousness was filled with sleepiness. She gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After Ye Mingxuan finished searching for the nightgown in the suitcase, she stood up from the carpet, put the suitcase away, and holding the nightgown in her hand, she turned around and saw Song Yuyan sleeping on the bed. She walked over slowly, then turned on the light on the bedside table and dimmed it little by little.

She moved Song Yuyan's whole body on the pillow little by little, and then covered her with a quilt. She looked at the sleeping Song Yuyan with clear eyes. She looked so quiet and beautiful when she was asleep. Ye Mingxuan had a gentle smile on her lips, and she gently stroked her snow-white little face. No wonder Nan Zeyu loved her so much. She was so gentle when she was asleep, and she, a mother-in-law, was stunned.

Ye Mingxuan smiled at Song Yuyan and said softly: "Sleep well, Xiaoyan, it's okay if you don't take a bath tonight. Auntie didn't wake you up, so I guess you are tired. Auntie will go take a bath!"

Ye Mingxuan stood up straight, turned around gently, strode out of the suite, and closed the door gently. She finished her bath and walked out of the bathroom. It was already very late. An oversized ancient English dial wall clock in the room showed that it was almost three o'clock. She didn't expect that she had taken such a long bath.

Ye Mingxuan stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the direction of the sofa in the room. She had not gone out to play for a long time. Since she woke up in the United States and returned to Ancheng, she had not been anywhere. She turned her head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window slightly. The night view of Paris was still so gorgeous and charming. Since she came to France, she must put everything aside and have a good time.

There were housekeepers and servants in the villa, so she didn't need to worry too much. Early the next morning, the three of them walked to the hotel's buffet restaurant together. The man was wearing a pure black short-sleeved shirt with silver-white English fonts on the pattern. He looked simple yet handsome and noble.

He wore a pair of navy blue leggings with slightly worn-out and scratched designs on them, which made his two pairs of long legs look straight and tall like a natural car repairman, and made him look a bit simple and handsome. Under his calm and handsome face were a pair of obsidian eyes as deep as a deep pool, his eyebrows were slightly cold and stern, his eyebrows were thick and dark, and under his extremely handsome nose was a very beautiful white and pink thin lip, the lip shape was as thin as a paper wing, and the lip line was also thin.

His broad palm was holding the hand of a very sweet-looking girl. The girl had sweet, curved eyebrows and a faint smile. Every part of her facial features was as sweet as honey, including her slightly curved Cupid's red lips.

Her peach-shaped eyes are a pair of crystal-clear, bright and shiny eyes. Her long eyelashes are gently blinking, and the roots of her eyelashes are slightly curled up. She also has a beautiful nose that she was born with, and her moist red lips like the color of strawberry.

Song Yuyan wore a light blue polka dot dress that reached below her knees, revealing her collarbone slightly and her shoulders vaguely revealing the surface of her skin. The dress was designed with fabric and had a beautiful blue bow at the back of her waist, making her look natural and relaxed.

There was also the noble woman Ye Mingxuan following behind him. Her every smile and every step was so beautiful. It was the kind of noble beauty that you could not forget after just one look. The middle-aged woman had unpainted eyebrows and a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes that seemed to smile but not smile. The light in her eyes was that kind of soft beauty. Her long eyelashes were as thick and black as a small black pen and curled like a kitten. Her pupils were natural black and white, and her eyes were clear. The perfect 90-degree nose angle and light pink thin lips were under her nose. She pursed her lips lightly.

The three of them appeared in the hotel's buffet restaurant together, attracting countless people's envious glances, especially Nan Zeyu, a cold man with a height of 188 cm. His face was sullen, and his eyebrows were as handsome as ice. But when he turned to look at his little wife, his black eyes were full of tenderness. His obsidian eyes were filled with all the gentleness in the world, and his red lips were so sexy that it drove people crazy. Just a slight smile made the French women who were eating breakfast in the buffet restaurant scream wildly.

Song Yuyan's face sank slightly, her eyebrows wrinkled, her eyes turned and looked at his tender and handsome face, her watery eyes burst into a dark gloom, her pupils were cold, her red lips were tightly bitten, and her voice was freezing cold: Nan Zeyu, it's all because of you, you are a man who attracts bees and butterflies, and your women are everywhere you go.

Song Yuyan's face turned red with anger, and her other hand clenched into a fist. The man was slightly stunned, and he raised his eyebrows ghostly, his deep eyes were filled with an uncontrollable smile, and when he glanced at her, his eyes were playful and evil, and his thin lips were raised in an imperceptible arc.

When they walked to the buffet table, the voices discussing Nan Zeyu became louder and louder, but they were all filled with thick French accents. Song Yuyan's body trembled with anger. She wanted to turn her grief and anger into strength. She held a buffet tray and a tongs in her hands. There were all kinds of buffets on the buffet table, including Western food, desserts, and dishes from other countries. All of them were small and exquisite, and some of them exuded a taste that she herself didn't even know what.

Song Yuyan's eyes were shining, and she looked at the buffet table covered with a long golden tablecloth. She lowered her eyes, picked up the tongs from the buffet plate, and picked up one when she saw one. She kept picking up the food. Nan Zeyu followed her forward. His handsome brows were tightly frowned, his face was extremely cold, his eyes as dark as obsidian, his eyes suddenly became stern, and his voice was cold to the bone: Yanyan, what are you doing?

Song Yuyan instantly felt that the air around her was so cold that it could freeze her bones. She paused with her hand holding the clamp and turned to look at the man who was following closely in front of her. His dark eyes stared at her coldly, his eyes were cold and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Song Yuyan glanced at him with dissatisfaction, with an unhappy look on her face. She said in a cold voice: "It's none of your business. They are all women who admire you, President Nan. Why do you go and pamper them? Why do you care about me?"

The man's face instantly turned as cold as frost in the cold dew. His black eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold light like an ice blade, and his voice was cold and intimidating as he said word by word: Song Yuyan, do you know what you are saying? Look into my eyes.

Song Yuyan's neck shrank, and she stepped back quickly. Her little hand holding the tongs moved faster again. Then, as if she didn't hear the warning from the man, she casually picked up a few pieces of food with the tongs, turned around, and ran away.

Nan Zeyu was so angry that his face instantly turned black. The three of them had chosen their buffets and sat down in the dining area of ​​the buffet restaurant. Nan Zeyu was the last one to sit at the table. The portion on his plate was neither too much nor too little, just right.

Looking at Song Yuyan, the man's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. His face darkened. His dark eyes stared at Song Yuyan who was eating silently with her head down. His eyes slightly shone. How much buffet did she take? It was as if the buffet was free...

Song Yuyan's buffet plate was filled with French food, even desserts, sweet and sour sauce beef rolls, red wine steak, beef steak, tomato scrambled eggs pasta, and Italian food. The desserts were strawberry jam cake, transparent fruit cake, and matcha powder double-layer exploding pie.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched. He held his forehead and took a deep breath. He placed his palm on the back of Song Yuyan's hand. Song Yuyan slowly raised her head and met Nan Zeyu's ambiguous look. He pursed his thin lips, with deep worry between his brows. He said in a stern voice: Tell me, how are you going to finish so many buffets...Yanyan.

Song Yuyan chewed the seafood noodles with abalone sauce in her mouth. She swallowed her saliva and pulled away the man's big hand that was tightly clasped on the back of her hand. Her eyes were as pure as the sky, as pure as water, her red lips were half open, and her voice was as sweet as honey: Don't worry, Nan Zeyu, I can do it!

The man was worried about Song Yuyan. He was afraid that his wife would not be able to bear the buffet food. Would she die of bloating at the buffet table? Ye Mingxuan was eating delicious seafood noodles with her head down. She suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu. She put down her knife and fork. Her eyes were calm and beautiful. She said softly, "Xiaoyu, I remember that when we were on vacation in France, you did that to Xiaoyan on the private plane. I saw it all. Mom, I don't understand you young people, but you should be restrained!"

Song Yuyan's face suddenly turned red. She was choking on the abalone seafood noodles. The next second, she spurted out the liquid, which sprayed directly on the man's flawless big hand. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her watery eyes widened.

Ye Mingxuan was also stunned and dumbfounded. In the man's hand was the abalone seafood noodles that Song Yuyan had sprayed out. The abalone sauce, the seafood noodle sauce combined with the thick seafood sauce were all clearly revealed on Nan Zeyu's big, white jade hand. Nan Zeyu's face instantly turned as black as charcoal, and his deep black eyes emitted a cold light. He stared at Song Yuyan, and Song Yuyan felt unwell.

She glanced around and saw the paper towel holder on the buffet table. She immediately stood up, leaned forward, and then pulled hard on the paper towel holder with her small hands, pulling out a long string of paper towels. Then, she lowered her heads and carefully wiped the abalone seafood noodles on the man's big hands.