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

After finishing the buffet, the three of them came out of the hotel together. It was now May, and the temperature in France in May was still relatively low. Song Yuyan was holding Nan Zeyu's hand and they slowly walked out of the hotel side by side. The hotel doorman smiled at Song Yuyan, then opened the door. Song Yuyan followed his gaze and saw that the eyes of the doorman in this hotel were all gray. Her big, crystal clear eyes blinked, and her pupils were sparkling. She glanced at the hotel doorman who smiled at her. He had slightly curly brown hair, gray eyes, a straight nose, red lips of moderate thickness, and was a little taller than Nan Zeyu. Song Yuyan suddenly stopped, and the man's handsome brows frowned slightly.

She turned her head to look at Nan Zeyu, then broke free from Nan Zeyu's big hand, and then walked to the left side where the hotel doorman was standing. Song Yuyan stood on tiptoes, and gestured at the top of the hotel doorman's head with her soft and boneless little hand. Then, she turned around and walked in front of Nan Zeyu, and stood on tiptoes to gesture his height at the top of his head.

The man's face was instantly covered with dark clouds, his deep black eyes were covered with a layer of obscure dark light, his handsome eyebrows were already frowned into the shape of a "川" character, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were cold and gloomy. Song Yuyan was walking around in front of him like a cheerful lark, and when he turned his eyes and saw her smiling at a strange French man.

Nan Zeyu's black eyes were instantly filled with scarlet flames of anger. He stared at Song Yuyan closely, clenched his back teeth, suppressed the rage that was about to burst out from his heart, and walked up to Song Yuyan with his long legs. The next second, the hotel doorman's smile froze.

He stared with wide grey eyes, looking surprised. Song Yuyan blinked her big eyes as bright and pure as crystal. She tilted her head, stretched out her little hand and gently waved it in front of the hotel doorman, smiling sweetly and said: "Ah, brother, what's wrong with you? Do you think I'm weird like this? No, I'm just gesturing to measure your height."

Song Yuyan's voice was so sweet that it stirred ripples in people's hearts, but the man felt it was extremely harsh when he heard it in his eardrums. What? Is this little girl crazy... She actually compared her height with another man?

Song Yuyan was still smiling cheerfully, her laughter was so sweet that people felt like they were melting instantly. The hotel doorman frowned, raised his finger and pointed behind him. He was so scared that his breathing stopped. The handsome oriental man behind him, who was so handsome that people dared not look directly at him, had a cold face at this time. He clenched his back teeth, and his deep black eyes burst out with a faint flame of anger.

Song Yuyan suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and her smile froze. She then turned around slowly and mechanically, and saw Nan Zeyu's face turned cold and pale with anger, his black eyes bursting with scarlet flames, and he was gritting his teeth, trying to suppress his anger.

Song Yuyan's heart suddenly sank. Is it over? She was caught by this bastard... She quickly lowered her head, twisted her fingers nervously, and trembled. The man lowered his eyes and glared at Song Yuyan, who lowered her head and said nothing. He exuded a cold aura that made Song Yuyan tremble.

He walked a few steps forward, raised his finger, and pinched Song Yuyan's chin fiercely. Song Yuyan was forced to look up. When she looked into his icy black eyes like a knife, she became numb. She shrank her neck, blinked her big eyes with crystal clear water light, pouted her red lips slightly, and said with a wronged look: I didn't mean it, Nan Zeyu, don't be angry, I just, just just...

The more she explained, the more confused she became. Song Yuyan wanted to bite her tongue. She wrinkled her face and glanced cautiously at the man who looked very angry. Nan Zeyu looked straight at her with his black eyes as sharp as icy knives. The strength of his big palm increased little by little. Song Yuyan bit her red lips in pain and her beautiful eyebrows twisted slightly.

He looked straight at her, his deep black eyes were filled with a chilling coldness that pierced into the bones, his eyes were as sharp as a knife and made people feel scared. He slightly opened his lips, and his voice was so cold that it seemed that it could freeze people: Song Yuyan, do I pamper you too much that you dare to compare my height with his in front of other men in front of me?

Song Yuyan kept shaking her head. Her jaw was pinched so hard that it hurt. Her eyes were full of water. Her face was slightly red. Her red lips were half open. She begged bitterly: No, it’s not like this, Nan Zeyu, I…

Song Yuyan was about to cry. Ye Mingxuan walked to the hotel front desk and asked if there were any fun attractions nearby. When she finished asking, she turned around and her pupils suddenly widened. The next second, she ran to Nan Zeyu like a flash. She picked up her bag and hit Nan Zeyu hard on the shoulder. Song Yuyan was able to call for help. She immediately broke free from the man's clutches and quickly ran to Ye Mingxuan.

The man felt a dull pain in his shoulder. He turned his head subconsciously and his face froze. Ye Mingxuan's face turned red with anger, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger. She glared at Nan Zeyu, who had no expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: Xiaoyu, are you crazy? Why did you pinch Xiaoyan's jaw? Are you going to crush her jaw?

Song Yuyan was so scared that her body trembled violently. Ye Mingxuan hugged her in his arms with heartache, hugged her tightly, stretched out his hand to comfort her gently, and said: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your aunt is here, how can you do this, Xiaoyan, why don't you scream? Does it hurt...

Ye Mingxuan suddenly let go of Song Yuyan, she raised her jaw, and when she saw that Song Yuyan's jawbone was slightly red, she turned her eyes and glared at Nan Zeyu, angrily saying: You are so strong, look, you have pinched Xiaoyan's jawbone red, you make me so angry, you stay in the hotel today, I'm taking my daughter-in-law out to play, don't come with us.

Ye Mingxuan was so angry that her eyebrows were raised and her face was red. She put her arm around Song Yuyan's shoulders, took her hand, and walked out of the hotel. Song Yuyan turned to look at Nan Zeyu, his face was not much better, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment, but his black eyes were dark and his face was as cold as dark clouds.

Nan Zeyu, it's obviously not my fault. If you hadn't pinched my jawbone and let my aunt see it, you wouldn't be unable to go out and play with me. Song Yuyan sighed, and turned to look at Ye Mingxuan. Ye Mingxuan held her hand tightly and walked out of the hotel with slow steps.

The two of them walked on the streets of Paris like mother and daughter. Ye Mingxuan put his arm around Song Yuyan's shoulders affectionately. She smiled like a spring breeze, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as a painting, and Song Yuyan was stunned. Aunt Ye was really beautiful. When she smiled, Ye Mingxuan turned his eyes to look at Song Yuyan. Her face was slightly red, and she said indifferently: What's wrong? Xiaoyan, what are you looking at?

Song Yuyan smiled with curved eyebrows, her watery eyes shining like stars, her pupils as moist as running water, her red lips curved in a sweet arc, and she said coquettishly: I just saw you smiling, auntie, I was stunned, your smile is so beautiful, so beautiful.

Her eyes blinked like autumn water, and her pupils curved into a crescent shape. Ye Mingxuan raised his hand and gently stroked her snow-white skin, saying with a doting look on his face: Our Xiaoyan, you are so sweet when you smile, that kind of sweet beauty, promise your aunt that you must smile more, okay?

Song Yuyan nodded obediently at Ye Mingxuan, her voice as sweet as honey, and said: Okay, I promise you, aunt, please forgive me for not being able to call you mom for the time being... Song Yuyan seemed to be holding back all her strength before she managed to utter the word "mom" with difficulty, and she smiled dryly.

Ye Mingxuan's eyes flashed, her beautiful eyes were full of mystery, then she smiled indifferently and said softly: It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, you can call me that name anytime you want. Okay, Xiaoyan, let's have a good time today. I asked the hotel front desk and they said there are so many fun things to do nearby. Let's go.

Song Yuyan nodded obediently, she took out the little hand that Ye Mingxuan was holding and put her arm around Ye Mingxuan's arm. The two took a taxi in Paris to the most luxurious department store. Ye Mingxuan and Song Yuyan bought a lot of clothes, bags and shoes in one of the largest department stores in Paris.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law returned with a lot of gains. After coming out of the department store, they went to the largest square in Paris. In the square, Song Yuyan and Ye Mingxuan laughed very happily, took many beautiful photos, and then ate a local French meal. Then, they went to the Eiffel Tower.

Along the way, Song Yuyan was like a child who had never seen the world. She leaned outside the taxi window with bright and clear eyes and scanned the passing streets of Paris. At this time, it was already dusk in Paris. Paris at dusk was like a drunken pink cloud. The sky of Paris was covered with pink sunset glow, dyeing the entire dusk sky.

Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked quietly at the pink sunset. It was such a beautiful pink sunset, so beautiful that people could hardly believe it was real. How could there be a pink sunset? It was like drunken pink clouds. Song Yuyan couldn't help but exclaimed: Pink sunset, aunt, look, it's so beautiful.

Song Yuyan turned her head and stopped screaming. Ye Mingxuan had fallen asleep on the back seat of the taxi exhausted. Her hands were still full of shopping bags. Her head was tilted on the back seat. Her sleeping face was as beautiful as a fairy painting. Song Yuyan sat forward and carefully took away the shopping bags that Ye Mingxuan was holding.

Then she lay down on the car carpet and looked at her watch. It was already seven o'clock. She bought a lot of things today and had a French meal. Song Yuyan didn't want so many skirts, pants and suits, but Ye Mingxuan insisted on giving them to her. Looking at her unhappy face, he said: No, your aunt bought them for you, you must have them, otherwise I will be unhappy.

Song Yuyan nodded quickly and said nervously: "Oh, okay, okay, aunt, I want it, don't be unhappy, I want it." When checking out at the front desk of the first floor lobby of the French department store, she glanced at the bill that Ye Mingxuan picked up casually, "5000 million francs"

Song Yuyan was stunned. 5000 million, but she was not good at math, so she couldn't figure out how much 5000 million francs would be in RMB. She bought Song Yuyan a skirt, pants and a suit from a top French brand.

She is indeed a rich person. She spent 5000 million without blinking an eye. Ye Mingxuan bought jewelry, silk pajamas, and a skirt set for herself. She spent a total of million francs. Song Yuyan's eyes widened. A total of million... Even if she is rich, she wouldn't spend it like this, right?

Song Yuyan and Ye Mingxuan took a taxi and did not return to the hotel, but went to a church in France. When they arrived at the church, it was already 7:30 French time. They got off the car carrying shopping bags. There was a huge lake surrounding the church. Not far in front was Zhuang Mu, a solemn, antique-colored church with an ancient feel.

At this time, there were many people standing around the church. The two walked to the door of the church. Song Yuyan looked up and saw the antique-colored church, standing tall, very old and solemn. Ye Mingxuan pushed open the door of the church, and there was warm orange light inside. The seats were filled with French people who came to the church to worship, chant and pray.

Song Yuyan and Ye Mingxuan sat casually on a bench not far from the church platform. On the platform stood several nuns. They were wearing nun uniforms and praying seriously. They were speaking in French, which Song Yuyan could not understand. She turned to look at Ye Mingxuan.

Ye Mingxuan was concentrating on looking at the nuns on the church platform. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips and she said softly: Xiaoyan, I have a dream, which is to hold a wedding in a church, but in the end I failed to realize this dream, and unknowingly I married Xiaoyu's father, and this dream has been buried in my heart.

Song Yuyan listened quietly, thinking, "A church? A wedding? My aunt had this dream. But my aunt was also very happy to marry Nan Zeyu's father. She had endless money to spend, endless brand-name clothes to wear, and endless jewelry to use. She became the happiest woman in Ancheng.

But Song Yuyan knew that Aunt Ye had suffered a relapse of heart disease in the United States, which affected her brain failure and caused her to fall into a coma. So, Aunt Ye was also a middle-aged woman who had gone through hardships before she emerged as a butterfly. She placed her small hand on the back of Ye Mingxuan's hand.

Ye Mingxuan turned his head and glanced at Song Yuyan. Her eyes were as clear and bright as the moon. Her face was calm, her eyebrows were gentle, and she smiled calmly and said, "Xiaoyan, where and what kind of wedding do you want to hold? Tell your aunt, and I will prepare it for you and make you the most watched little princess in the world."

Song Yuyan's pupils widened, and she turned to look at Ye Mingxuan. She put her small hand on her chin and fumbled for a moment. Then, she turned her head and stared at Ye Mingxuan who was looking at her. Her eyes were as deep and bright as crystal, flawless and clear, and her eyebrows were filled with a happy sweet smile, and she looked as if she was lost in thought.