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

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Song Yuyan, Nan Zeyu and Ye Mingxuan had breakfast in the hotel buffet restaurant early in the morning and walked out of the hotel together. Song Yuyan seemed to be still sleepy, her consciousness was a little confused, and she walked shakily. Nan Zeyu walked quickly behind Song Yuyan and spread out his long arms. Song Yuyan was about to fall backwards without taking a firm step. The man quickly and forcefully caught Song Yuyan's waist from behind. His strong arms supported her waist, and Song Yuyan fell on his arms. Nan Zeyu turned her body slightly, then picked her up sideways.

As Ye Mingxuan walked, she looked up and saw that she was walking quickly in front of Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu heard the footsteps, he turned around, glanced at Ye Mingxuan, his face was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and he said helplessly: Yanyan, she fell asleep again before she woke up.

Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes to look at Song Yuyan who was sleeping in his arms. Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyebrows were still curved, but she still looked sweet. Her red lips were plump, and the cupid's red lips were slightly curved, the lines were extremely sweet, and her long eyelashes slowly covered her eyelids like butterfly wings, forming a perfect shadow.

Even when she was asleep, her face was sweet. The man's eyes were instantly as soft and bright as water, and his thin lips were curved. Ye Mingxuan turned his head and glanced at Nan Zeyu. She looked comfortable, her eyebrows were soft and smiling, and whispered: Where are we going now? Yanyan fell asleep again, can we still go out to play? Xiaoyu.

Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at Ye Mingxuan, a bright light flashed in his eyes, as clear as water, and his eyebrows were naturally indifferent, making people not want to look at them for too long. He said in a light voice: Let's go to the cinema, there is a place to sleep there, let her sleep first.

Ye Mingxuan nodded gently, and she walked out of the hotel with Nan Zeyu. The roads in France were large, wide, and beautiful. On the road outside the hotel, they waited for a long time for a taxi before they saw an empty one. The mother and son got in the taxi and headed to the most popular cinema in France.

An hour later, Ye Mingxuan and Nan Zeyu bought movie tickets in the cinema, waited for a while, and entered the cinema's screening room. As soon as the door of the screening room opened, all the French women who were about to take their seats exclaimed: This man is so handsome, and he is holding a girl in his arms. It's a pity that he already has a girlfriend, but he is really handsome.

Inside the screening room, the movie hasn't started yet, so all the lights haven't been turned off. The screening rooms in French cinemas are very different from those in Chinese cinemas. Their screening rooms are bright, romantic and spacious.

The man pretended not to hear. He calmly held Song Yuyan in his arms and strode towards the seat. Ye Mingxuan followed behind him, muttering: Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, the seat is in the third row, seats 13 and 14.

Nan Zeyu paused, he was almost about to pass by, he walked back slowly, towards the third row. The French people who were discussing Nan Zeyu's handsomeness had not stopped yet, but Nan Zeyu didn't hear them at all. He walked quickly, his black eyes as sharp as ice blades, scanning the seats in the third row. Sitting in his seat, Nan Zeyu moved the sleeping Song Yuyan forward, letting her head rest on his chest, and her legs resting on his thighs.

The movie started soon, and the various voices in the screening room slowly dissipated. The man looked at the projection screen from time to time, and then turned his eyes back to Song Yuyan. Nan Zeyu had no idea what kind of movie this was. It was all spoken in French, and his eyebrows twitched when he heard it.

When buying the tickets just now, he spoke everything in English because he didn't speak a word of French. Ye Mingxuan was enjoying the movie. He took out a handkerchief from his bag to wipe his tears, then covered his mouth and laughed, and then smiled dimly again.

Nan Zeyu frowned and turned to look at his mother. Could it be that she understood what kind of movie this was? He himself couldn't understand what the story of the movie was about. He only heard a bunch of gibberish in French, and it sounded particularly tongue-twisting.

His face instantly turned cold, his deep black eyes darkened, his handsome brows were tightly furrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look at Ye Mingxuan, who had a different expression from time to time. He frowned, his face was cold, and he said in a cold voice: Mom, do you still understand this?

But the sound on the projection screen was too loud, Ye Mingxuan didn't hear it at all. He was only focused on the movie. He sighed helplessly, his eyes fell on Song Yuyan's snow-white face. His black eyes instantly softened into water-like gentleness, his black pupils were as deep as the sea, and his thin lips curled up into a faint smile.

With such a loud noise, can you still sleep, Song Yuyan? The man was on pins and needles, sitting in the screening room. He couldn't understand the language used in the movie, and he couldn't understand what the story was about. Moreover, people around him began to complain about the highlights of the movie.

The noise was so loud that his eardrums were about to explode. Suddenly, Song Yuyan's beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, her red lips slightly parted, and she said in a dissatisfied voice: Well, it's so noisy, so noisy! Nan Zeyu's handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, he sat up straight, took off his suit jacket, and then covered Song Yuyan's head with it to cover up all the sounds.

Then he raised his hand to touch her snow-white face and pressed her right face into his arms. In the following time, he acted like a mother coaxing a baby to sleep, gently placing his big hand on her arm and patting it softly.

The movie was still going on, but Nan Zeyu never stopped coaxing Song Yuyan to sleep. It was afternoon when the movie was over, and Nan Zeyu carried Song Yuyan sideways and walked out of the screening room, followed closely by Ye Mingxuan.

After leaving the theater, Ye Mingxuan looked down at his watch, then raised his eyes to look at Nan Zeyu, and said softly: Where are we going next? Is Xiaoyan still asleep? It's already afternoon, but she went to bed very late last night. She went to the balcony of her room and stayed there for a long time. When I turned around, I saw that she was still asleep.

Nan Zeyu frowned, and he glanced at Song Yuyan. Is it because I'm not by her side, holding her, that she has trouble falling asleep? His dark eyes deepened, and his eyes focused on Song Yuyan's little face. He held up her little face with his big hands and leaned the back of her head against his arms.

After leaving the cinema, Ye Mingxuan looked worried. Nan Zeyu turned to look at her with a calm expression. His eyes, as deep as the sea, looked straight at Ye Mingxuan. His eyes flashed slightly, and his voice was calm. What's wrong? Is the movie not good or what? Mom.

Ye Mingxuan met Nan Zeyu's indifferent black eyes. She smiled with no expression on her face and said regretfully: It's inconvenient for you to go anywhere to play with Xiaoyan. Yesterday, she and I went to the Eiffel Tower and I don't know where else to go for fun.

In the end, the two of them took a taxi and sat in it. Song Yuyan was sleeping soundly in Nan Zeyu's arms. The man lowered his eyes lovingly, pressed his thin lips between her eyebrows, and gave her a light kiss. He looked at her with eyes that were always softened enough to reveal water, and his black pupils were as deep and attractive as an ink painting.

When the taxi was halfway there, Song Yuyan's eyebrows moved, and the man noticed it. He lowered his head and saw that Song Yuyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her watery eyes slowly woke up and opened their eyes.

Song Yuyan met Nan Zeyu's gentle and deep obsidian eyes that were like a whirlpool in a deep pool and bewitching the soul in a daze. She blinked slightly, her eyes were clear and bright like crystal, and she said in a daze: Husband, am I asleep again, or am I awake?

Nan Zeyu's thin lips were raised in a playful arc, his eyes were as clear and bright as a mirror, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and handsome. His little wife was now calling him "husband" more and more fluently, but that was only when she was in a daze. However, when he heard her call him husband, his whole heart was sweetened by her.

The man smiled at her charmingly, his eyebrows were soft as water, his face was gentle, and he said softly: You just woke up, what's wrong, did you sleep? Song Yuyan pursed her lips slightly, frowned, blinked innocently, her eyes were full of moisture, and she murmured to herself: You know it but you still ask me, so, do you think I fell asleep suddenly and disrupted your plan?

Nan Zeyu wanted to say yes, but when he saw her pitiful eyes, his heart softened and the words he was about to say were blocked back in his throat. He looked down at her with a pair of deep and bottomless eyes. His face was indifferent and he said in a faint voice: Silly Yanyan, why do you think so? It's not like that!

Song Yuyan tilted her head, looked at his deep and unfathomable black eyes that bewitched her soul, blinked, pursed her lips, smiled sweetly and said: That's good, but I don't know why I want to fall asleep, it's really strange.

Ye Mingxuan, who was fishing nearby, heard Song Yuyan's voice. She immediately turned her head, her eyes bright and clear, a faint smile on her face, and said in a gentle voice: You're awake, Xiaoyan, do you want to go somewhere to play?

Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan who was waiting for her reply, then she turned her eyes to Nan Zeyu's face, blinking her crystal-clear eyes and looking at Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu looked at her with deep eyes that were bottomless, and then he said slowly and softly: Let's go to the Seine River. I heard it is the mother river of France. What do you think? Yanyan.

Song Yuyan's eyes were as bright as stars. She nodded, smiled and said in a sweet voice: "Okay, Seine River, mother river, let's go here." Ye Mingxuan also echoed Wen Wan and said: "Xiaoyan, when we go to the Seine River, you can see where else you want to go. Remember to tell your aunt, it's okay!"

Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan who was sitting next to her. She propped herself up with her arms and straightened her back. Her eyes were bright and dazzling, her smile was as sweet as honey, and she said in a sweet voice: "Okay, aunt, I want to have fun today. I am in high spirits now and I will definitely have fun."

At exactly five o'clock French time, the taxi arrived at the banks of the Seine in France. Song Yuyan walked in, opened the door, and got out. The man followed Song Yuyan closely, like an old father who was always worried about her. He quickly opened the left door, got out with his long legs, and then strode to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan affectionately took his arm, raised her eyes and smiled sweetly at her.

The Seine River at five o'clock was very beautiful, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it. The water along the Seine River flowed like a river, and the surface of the water was shiny, a beautiful blue-green color, and very clear. The Eiffel Tower could be seen not far away. Song Yuyan turned her head and saw the Eiffel Tower.

She turned to look at Nan Zeyu, her eyes were pure and flawless, her face flushed with excitement, and she pointed her finger at the Eiffel Tower not far from the Seine River, and said excitedly: "Look, Nan Zeyu, the Eiffel Tower, it was this tower that Aunt Ye and I came to yesterday, but it was dark at that time, and only now can we see clearly how tall this tower is!"

The man turned his head and looked in the direction Song Yuyan pointed. He looked around, his black eyes were secretive and deep. Indeed, it was an extremely tall tower. He turned his head to meet Song Yuyan's crystal eyes, nodded, his eyebrows were as handsome as ink paintings, and he smiled softly. He said lightly: Yes, Yanyan, it is just as you said, then we will go to the tower later, how about we go and see the Seine River now.

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and nodded. He held her small hand tightly with his big hand and interlocked their fingers. One walked on the left and looked around, and the other walked on the right. They looked around and laughed sweetly. Ye Mingxuan, who was following behind, looked at the two people and laughed so hard. Only Xiaoyan could make Xiaoyu laugh so unabashedly!

It seems that her suggestion to come to France was right. Firstly, it was to cultivate the relationship between them, secondly, it was to relax. Song Yuyan had just been discharged from the hospital, and she wanted to bring her abroad to relax. Thirdly...she had to watch her son and daughter-in-law show their affection in public. It was as sweet as in Korean dramas.

The two of them were like a couple in a legend, walking and strolling along the banks of the Seine, attracting countless people's attention, especially Nan Zeyu. Wherever he went, everyone was shocked. Song Yuyan's face fell. It was like this again. This man was really a damn troublemaker. He attracted attention wherever he went, which made her so angry.

Her face sank, and her watery eyes instantly darkened. She turned to look at Nan Zeyu. Her eyes, which had just been bright as stars, were now cold and unhappy. Her eyebrows were wrinkled and her face darkened. She looked at him, glared at him, and said in a cold voice: Humph, are you angry? Don't touch me. Don't talk to me now.