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

Today is May 5th, the fifth day of my vacation in France. I went to the Seine yesterday. Where should I go today? Song Yuyan thought for a moment, then she sat up from the bed and looked around. Is Auntie Ye awake? She was the only one still sleeping in bed. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on her slippers, got up, and walked out of the room slowly.

After washing up, Song Yuyan turned and walked out of the bathroom. She walked slowly into the room, walked to the closet door, opened it, and took out the skirt she was going to wear today. The closet was full of skirts she brought from the villa, in all colors and styles.

Song Yuyan lowered her eyes, and her crystal clear eyes took a slight glance, and she caught sight of an extremely eye-catching skirt. She gently moved it with her slender fingers, then looked up, placed her fingers on the hanger, and gently took out the skirt.

After changing into her skirt, Song Yuyan looked up at herself on the washstand in the bathroom. In front of the mirror, Song Yuyan had a head of waist-length dark brown curly hair in princess curls, with side-parted bangs in a "S" shape. Under her delicate eyebrows were sweet, delicate and charming eyes. Her peach-shaped eyes were delicate and charming like a girl and feminine like a little woman. She was soft and beautiful, and the corners of her eyes were naturally peach-shaped.

A pair of eyes as clear and transparent as crystal, with star-like sparkling light in the pupils, so beautiful and charming, long eyelashes like butterfly wings blinking gently, and the eyelashes are beautifully naturally curled, although not black enough, but as thick as a small brush.

Ma Sheng had a delicate nose bridge, and the nasal bone was just right. Under Ma Sheng's nose was a pair of moist red lips, which were neither too big nor too small, and shaped like Cupid. When she raised her head slightly, the red lips curved sweetly.

Song Yuyan began to be narcissistic about her beauty in front of the mirror. Her skin was still snow-white. She moved her eyes downwards. She was wearing a waist-hugging pearl-colored dress below her slightly protruding collarbone. The dress was pearl-colored, the fabric was soft and delicate, and did not rub the skin. The pattern was a simple hand-made gold and white pearl pattern that extended to both sides of the waist. The hem of the skirt was flowing, but it would not reveal any part of her body.

The mirror in the bathroom was super big, and she could see her whole body. Her face turned slightly red. If she wore this skirt out today, she wondered how Nan Zeyu would react when he saw her later. She carefully scanned the skirt, and it was just the right position to not expose her collarbone.

It just makes her figure very eye-catching... Especially, when Song Yuyan looked down, her face couldn't help but get hot. She ate too well in the Nan family villa. Some of them were herbal soups to nourish the body. I remember once, she drank a big bowl of milk papaya bird's nest. If she had known that papaya was...

Song Yuyan raised her hand and pulled up the neckline of her skirt. She turned around, walked out of the bathroom, went back to the room, and changed into black patent leather high heels with a bow. She only brought three pairs of high heels with her to France, a pair of black patent leather bow high heels, a pair of creamy white round-toe thick-heeled shoes, and a pair of burgundy stilettos.

After changing into high heels, Song Yuyan walked out of the room. Just as she was about to sit on the sofa and wait for Aunt Ye to come back, she heard the sound of the door opening. Song Yuyan ran quickly to the door in her high heels.

Ye Mingxuan walked in. She turned around and saw Song Yuyan standing behind her, smiling at her sweetly. Ye Mingxuan had soft eyebrows and eyes. She looked at Song Yuyan with her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were clear and moist. She smiled lightly at the corners of her lips. She said slowly: "It's just right. Xiaoyu is waiting at the door of the hotel? Today, we won't have breakfast in the buffet restaurant. Let's go out to eat."

Song Yuyan's eyes scanned and she took a few steps forward. Ye Mingxuan looked at her and nodded. She asked Song Yuyan to wait for her outside the room first while she went to get her bag and Song Yuyan's bag. Song Yuyan nodded obediently and walked out of the room. She waited quietly for Ye Mingxuan outside the room.

At the entrance of the hotel, a man was wearing a dark black hoodie with a simple number 389 on it. The hoodie had thin sleeves and was made of pure cotton with gold glitter. The pure cotton material plus the glitter of platinum fabric made the hoodie look extremely luxurious.

The pants are gradient black and white casual pants, which make Nan Zeyu's legs look slender, which makes people imagine. Even if the man is wearing casual clothes, his whole body is full of intimidating coldness and imperial demeanor. He has a strong aura and a cold breath. He is as noble as an emperor and no one dares to get close to him.

Nan Zeyu held the phone in his hand and glanced at the time on the phone. He raised his eyes, revealing a pair of dark eyes as deep as an abyss that had existed for thousands of years. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes. His black pupils were dark and cold, and his eyes were deep. He walked back and forth with his long legs outside the hotel.

He didn't want to have breakfast in the hotel buffet restaurant today, so he called Ye Mingxuan and asked her to come out of the hotel. He first took her to a French bakery to buy French baguettes so that she could fill her stomach first.

Song Yuyan was still sleeping, so he didn't call her and let her sleep until she woke up naturally. Nan Zeyu looked up and paused, then walked to the door of the hotel with his long legs. Ye Mingxuan walked over slowly, holding Song Yuyan's arm.

Song Yuyan's eyes lit up, she widened her eyes, then let go of Ye Mingxuan and walked quickly to the door. The doorman saw Song Yuyan coming and quickly opened the door of the hotel. Song Yuyan ran out of the hotel. She ran forward a few steps. The man raised his lips and smiled at her tenderly, his eyes and eyebrows were so doting that they could turn into a bottomless pool of water.

Song Yuyan opened her arms and hugged Nan Zeyu's waist. His tall body completely enveloped her. She was very petite. Song Yuyan hugged his waist, raised her eyes, and stared at him without blinking with her sparkling eyes.

His eyes were so beautiful that they seemed to be able to speak. Song Yuyan's eyes were as clear and bright as water. He lowered his eyes to meet her watery eyes, lowered his head, and gently kissed the top of her head with his thin lips. He raised his hand to rub the top of her head. His eyebrows and eyes were as deep and charming as ink paintings, which made her thoughts confused.

His voice was dark and hoarse, with the morning's unique dark voice: What's wrong? You can't wait to hug your husband early in the morning, little thing, tell me, did you do something I don't know to please me, um...

The word "hmm" made Song Yuyan's heart suddenly hit a chord. Her heart was beating wildly and her whole body was softened by the warm breath on his face. She shook her head, her little face slightly red, with a peach-like charm, her eyes were as clear as water, and her red lips were slightly pouted.

The man's eyes suddenly darkened. This little thing was tempting her so early in the morning... Didn't she know that he couldn't touch her? Was she testing his self-control? His dark eyes sparkled with fire, his thin lips raised in a playful smile, his eyes were charming.

He lowered his head again, and his thin lips kissed her delicious red lips passionately. He finally kissed this little thing. Damn, her lips were really sweet. Song Yuyan's body suddenly stiffened, and then she reacted. She wanted to reach the man's neck, but she couldn't reach it because he was too tall.

Her little hands could only tightly grasp her collar, Nan Zeyu drove straight into her lips and teeth to plunder her sweetness fiercely, he raised his hand to hold the back of her head, deepening this hot morning kiss. Ye Mingxuan froze, she looked forward, wow, these two people now don't even care about the existence of other people when kissing, they kiss so unscrupulously outside the hotel...

Ye Mingxuan didn't want to go forward to disturb them, so she stepped back a few steps and stood beside a long golden-carved palace-style pillar outside the hotel. She turned her head to look at the two of them. Their kiss was so passionate, especially Nan Zeyu, who wished he could swallow his daughter-in-law right away.

Ye Mingxuan's face changed. Didn't they say that Xiaoyan belonged to her during their vacation in France? People passing by the hotel didn't stay long to see the kissing scene. They just glanced at it and then smiled meaningfully and went on with their business.

The two of them wanted to crush their bodies into each other's bones. Nan Zeyu kissed Song Yuyan for half an hour before he reluctantly let go. He curled his lips in satisfaction, his eyes flashing with a shocking and bewitching smile, and said softly: Despite this, my little wife is still so sweet that I just want to eat you in my mouth.

Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she lowered her head and gasped with difficulty, her blushing face buried in his waist, gasping for breath. This man always caught her off guard every time he kissed her, and she was almost out of breath. Nan Zeyu heard Song Yuyan's panting, he stretched out his hand to hold her slender waist and gently stroked her back.

Song Yuyan felt her whole body was limp, especially her legs. Half an hour later, the three of them got into a taxi on the streets of France. Ye Mingxuan got in the car and said unhappily: Now that you have a wife, you dare to show your affection without restraint. How can I, as a mother, feel? I have to wait for you to finish your affection, right?

Song Yuyan's face flushed red, she buried her face in the man's hoodie, her body trembling slightly, she was so embarrassed, so embarrassed that Aunt Ye saw her and Nan Zeyu kissing passionately. Song Yuyan's face blushed all the way to her ears. She now felt that she was completely conquered by this man, including his kiss.

We decided to have lunch first, and then go sightseeing. The three of us took a car to a western restaurant in France. The restaurant was not big, but very beautiful. The tables and chairs in the western restaurant were comfortable and exquisite, and the tableware was incomparably exquisite. Every detail was full of the designer's ingenuity, making people feel a sense of dignity and unique warmth.

When you push the door open, you can hear the sound of a crystal piano. The crystal piano is transparent crystal color. The person playing the crystal piano is a young woman. She is wearing a floral dress with a small floral pattern, which looks simple, pure, fresh and refined.

Her hair was orange, with a black bow hairpin on top. The woman lowered her head, her flexible fingers dancing on the crystal piano like flowing water, the sound was very beautiful. Song Yuyan sat in the booth area of ​​the western restaurant, Nan Zeyu and Ye Mingxuan sat together.

The atmosphere of the western restaurant is very warm, with retro red brick walls on all sides and carved flower patterns on the walls. The western restaurant is not big, but many people come to eat western food, probably because they can hear someone playing the crystal piano for free!

Song Yuyan also couldn't understand the French letters on the menu in the western restaurant. She handed the menu to Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu took the menu from her and glanced at it. He flipped through the menu with his long fingers, then looked up, turned his head, and snapped his fingers loudly.

The waiter of the western restaurant rushed to Nan Zeyu and pointed to the western dishes he ordered on the menu and showed them to the waiter. The waiter glanced at it and quickly wrote down the dishes with a pen. Song Yuyan stared blankly at the man who was whispering in fluent English with the waiter of the western restaurant.

How could his English voice be so sweet, dark, low, and sexy in a hoarse voice? Song Yuyan's eyes were sparkling, and her big eyes blinked with admiration for Wu Wei. Nan Zeyu was simply too handsome. His thin lips were so sexy, and with just a slight movement, the English pronunciation between his lips and teeth could make her ears pregnant.

Half an hour later, all the Western dishes were served. Ye Mingxuan had croissants with oozing salad sauce, baked noodles with black truffle cheese, and fresh and delicious red wine steak. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu again. His Western dishes were egg and tomato pasta, giant steak, and pork chop rice with pumpkin sauce.

She looked in front of her. Her Western dishes were crystal jelly cake, bursting strawberry mousse pie, cream of mushroom soup, fresh milk pork chop bun, and finally steaming hot pudding frozen egg.

Song Yuyan's mouth was watering as she watched. She couldn't wait to pick up the knife and fork. However, she lost her temper the next second as she had no idea how to use the fork... Especially when she saw the fresh milk pork chop bun, the fresh milk wrapped around the pork chop meat was so delicious that it filled her nostrils.

She frowned, took the knife and fork, and first cut it little by little with her left hand. She was about to pick up the pork chop bun with fresh milk and put it into her mouth with her right hand, but who knew that the pork chop bun was so slippery with rich fresh milk that it flew onto Nan Zeyu's sleeve accidentally.

She was completely stunned, her face panicked, her breathing paused, she slowly raised her head, and saw Nan Zeyu's sullen expression, with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. Song Yuyan's body was stiff, she bit her red lips, her eyes were solemn, and her voice was trembling as she said: "Well, Nan Zeyu, I didn't mean to do that, it's just that this fresh milk pork chop bun is too slippery, I didn't pay attention and it..."