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

Song Yuyan really wanted to hit someone at this moment. She clenched her two small fists tightly in her palms. Song Yuyan, Song Yuyan, you can't be angry, you can't be impulsive, you have to hold it in, she muttered in her heart. The man saw that Song Yuyan was still lowering her head, his deep black eyes darkened, let go of Song Yuyan, stood up straight, and after a moment, he turned around and walked back with his long legs. When he saw Ye Mingxuan standing opposite, Nan Zeyu's black eyes flashed with coldness, and he continued to walk forward.

Song Yuyan heard the footsteps going away, she quickly looked up, Nan Zeyu had left, seeing his tall and imposing figure, her watery eyes flashed a dark and incomprehensible light, Nan Zeyu, you are obviously angry, why don't you ask me the reason? Instead, he turned around and walked away...

You really make me unable to understand what you are thinking in your heart. Song Yuyan looked at the man who was already walking away. Even if his figure was placed in the crowd, she could still recognize it at a glance as him, Nan Zeyu's figure.

While Song Yuyan was in a daze, Ye Mingxuan had already walked in front of her. Song Yuyan came back to her senses and glared at Ye Mingxuan, who was worried. Song Yuyan walked forward and looked into her eyes. Song Yuyan met her worried eyes and smiled sweetly: It's okay, auntie, I just had a conversation with Nan Zeyu. Actually, auntie, I don't know if I was right or wrong...

Song Yuyan lowered her head guiltily again, not knowing whether she had done something wrong again or had left him speechless again, so he didn't ask her any more questions, but left her and walked away.

Ye Mingxuan lowered her eyes and picked up Song Yuyan's little hand. Song Yuyan's tightly clenched palm suddenly loosened. Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked at Ye Mingxuan. Aunt Ye was a really good person. When she looked at her, her eyes were always full of tenderness. She really didn't see any trace of blame in her eyes.

Song Yuyan's eyes were slightly moist, and her watery eyes were filled with crystal clear water light. She said with a look of self-blame: It's my fault, Aunt Ye, I seem to have made him angry again, and he left me. Song Yuyan's eyes were slightly red.

She resisted the urge to cry and sniffed. Ye Mingxuan felt so sad to see Song Yuyan like this. She was fine when they had lunch in the western restaurant. How come in a moment, these two people seemed to be going their separate ways...

Ye Mingxuan didn't ask any more questions. She put her hands on Song Yuyan's shoulders and gently held the petite girl in her arms. Song Yuyan was slightly stunned and her eyes began to blur. She leaned in Song Yuyan's warm arms, and Ye Mingxuan comforted her like a mother.

There were not many people on the street at that time. Because they were hidden in the direction of the entrance of the western restaurant, there was a golden wall covering their bodies, so people passing by outside could not see inside.

Song Yuyan put her hand on Ye Mingxuan's back. Ye Mingxuan gently stroked Song Yuyan's back. Her voice was like a ray of sunshine that injected fresh blood, bringing a touch of warmth to Song Yuyan's gloomy heart.

Ye Mingxuan embraced Song Yuyan, gently stroked her back, and murmured softly: "Be good, Xiaoyan, don't be sad. Auntie doesn't want to see you like this. I don't know what happened between you and Xiaoyu just now, but Auntie believes in you."

Song Yuyan felt warm in her heart, as if a crack had opened up, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She was really a good mother-in-law, even though she had never really called her "Mom" until now, Ye Mingxuan didn't mind at all.

Suddenly she missed home and her mother. Song Yuyan's eyes were sore, and the tears in her eyes gathered in her eyes little by little, slowly turning around. She raised her head slightly, holding back the tears in her eyes, and Song Yuyan smiled and said sweetly and softly: "Okay, thank you aunt for believing me. Aunt, you really make me feel like a mother sometimes, really."

Ye Mingxuan patted Song Yuyan on the back. Her voice couldn't be softer, and with a strong motherly love, she said softly and gently: Then just think of me as your mother. I am really happy to have a daughter-in-law like you. Auntie, I can't wait for you to marry into the Nan family, Xiaoyan.

Song Yuyan didn't say anything, she just listened quietly to what Ye Mingxuan said, with a ripple in her heart. Nan Zeyu stood at the door of the western restaurant, he turned his head, his pair of black eyes as deep as an unfathomable pool, looking deeply at the two people hugging each other not far away.

Why did he walk away? Because he was also angry, and Nan Zeyu didn't know what to do when facing Song Yuyan? So, he left her and walked to the door of the western restaurant, but when he saw Song Yuyan smiling sweetly at the French man, Nan Zeyu wanted to run up and punch the French man.

Nan Zeyu could tolerate her losing her temper, biting him, yelling at him, making unreasonable demands and even hitting him in the face. The only thing he could not tolerate was her smiling at other strange men, and it was such a sweet smile. He felt like killing someone.

Suddenly, Nan Zeyu's cell phone rang. He frowned and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. It was Bai Xun's call. Did something happen at the company? Nan Zeyu quickly swiped the screen and pressed the call button.

As soon as he put the phone to his ear, Nan Zeyu heard the sound of anxious footsteps coming from the other end of the phone. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes suddenly shone, and his face darkened. He heard Bai Xun's anxious footsteps, his handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his voice was icy cold: What's wrong? Bai Xun, is there something wrong?

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Bai Xun was holding the phone in his hand. When he heard Nan Zeyu's voice, Bai Xun immediately blurted out in a nervous voice: "Mr. Nan Nan Nan, I just saw someone named Xia walking towards your office. I'm following her now. I wonder what she is going to do?"

Xia Rounuan...that woman, has recovered and can walk...Before leaving Nan's Group, his deep black eyes darkened immediately, his face turned cold, and he spoke sternly word by word: Keep a close eye on her, keep an eye on her, and report to me at any time. Also, Bai Xun, talk to the Human Resources Department to remove her name from the company. Everything else will be discussed after I return to China.

Bai Xun tightened his grip on the phone, quickened his pace and followed, his eyes fixed on the sneaky black figure in front of him. When Bai Xun heard President Nan's instructions on the phone, his pupils widened instantly and he ran away. While running, Bai Xun said to President Nan on the phone in a panic: "President Nan, she is almost in your office. I will go over immediately to see what she wants to do. I will keep an eye on her and then report to you."

The man's face suddenly became terribly cold, his deep black eyes were filled with raging rage, and his black pupils were covered with a sinister cold light. His voice was as sharp as the returned messenger from hell, and he said: Be sure to keep a close eye on her, Bai Xun, and report any news to me immediately. Don't miss any clues about her.

After saying that, Nan Zeyu hung up the phone. Xia Rounuan, "Am I too soft-hearted towards you? You still don't give up. I didn't let you die, but I saved your life. It's not enough to hurt Yanyan, you also want to attack my company."

Nan Zeyu quickly dialed a number. His eyes were terrifying enough to make people feel scared. The cold light in his eyes was like a sharp blade. His face was extremely cold, and his eyebrows were as sharp as swords. After the phone rang for a few minutes, someone soon answered it.

Nan Zeyu held the phone in his hand, pursed his thin lips tightly, and said slowly in a bone-chilled voice: Secretary Yang, go to the company's duties department immediately and transfer a few agile, skilled, and resolute black-clad personnel to guard the door of my office. Without my order, you are not allowed to leave.

Secretary Yang from the secretarial department was slightly startled when she received the call from Boss Nan, and then she quickly responded: Yes, yes, yes, I'll go right away, Boss Nan, I understand. Secretary Yang hung up the phone immediately, and Nan Zeyu was so eager to tear Xia Rounuan to pieces.

He turned his head and looked not far away. It was not enough. If he promised to accompany Song Yuyan to France for vacation, then he could not leave her alone in France, but go back to Ancheng alone. He was a man of his words. Not far away, Ye Mingxuan had already walked over with Song Yuyan's arm.

The man put away his raging fire, and the angry black eyes disappeared in an instant. He took a step with his long legs and strode towards the two people who were walking towards him. Song Yuyan lowered her head, and Ye Mingxuan whispered in her ear, coaxing her, and soon most of the grievances in her heart disappeared.

Hearing the man's steady and powerful footsteps as loud as the wind, Song Yuyan looked up and saw Nan Zeyu striding towards her. When she saw him, she felt aggrieved again. Song Yuyan turned her head away and didn't look at him. Nan Zeyu frowned slightly, and he strode up to her.

The next second, the man embraced Song Yuyan in front of him with a hot and warm embrace. He hugged her tightly so that she couldn't breathe. He stroked her head with his big hand. Ye Ming stood beside her, looking at her with soft eyes, smiling, and a warm face.

Song Yuyan tried hard to break free from his embrace. The man's embrace was so hot that it could burn the fabric of her skirt. Nan Zeyu's arms held her tightly like a branding iron. Song Yuyan's heart suffocated. Her damn heart was filled with grievances because of his hot embrace. Only the sound of her pounding heart could be heard.

Song Yuyan put her arms around his strong back. The man's body stiffened and he hugged her tighter. After a moment's silence, he said slowly and softly: Yanyan, it's my fault. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I know you are feeling wronged. Please don't feel wronged. Your husband is wrong.

Song Yuyan froze slightly. How did he know that she was feeling wronged? Could it be that he had telepathy? Could he read her inner thoughts... Song Yuyan didn't say anything, but hugged his back. She pursed her red lips and turned to look at Ye Mingxuan, who was smiling. Ye Mingxuan nodded to her, and Song Yuyan smiled.

Although it was difficult for Song Yuyan to breathe when he held her, her grievance seemed to have dissipated. She paused for a breath, and then she said sweetly: OK. She didn't say anything else. When the man heard Song Yuyan's voice change, he tilted his head and kissed her earlobe lightly with his thin lips.

Song Yuyan's body trembled violently. This man... Then, the three of them walked towards the Louvre Palace again. Along the way, the man held Song Yuyan's little hand tightly. Song Yuyan leaned on his shoulder like a little woman. He held her small waist with one hand and held her small hands tightly with the other hand.

Ye Mingxuan followed silently behind him. These two people, their faces changed suddenly in the last second, and they were inseparable in the next second. Ye Mingxuan smiled faintly. After all, he was old. How could Nan Zeyu's father treat him like this?

He rarely even coaxed her, let alone walking together like 520. Ye Mingxuan sighed slightly, her beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, and then turned her eyes to the two of them walking together like 520. Xiaoyan was prone to feeling wronged, but her son could easily coax her in public on the street. That was why Ye Mingxuan believed that no matter how big the problem was, it would not separate these two people.

It only took half an hour to walk from the western restaurant to the Louvre. After crossing a street, you will reach the Louvre. The roads in France are also very beautiful, showing the French style. There is also a pair of twins playing violin and singing on the side of the road.

Song Yuyan was attracted by this scene. She pushed Nan Zeyu away. They had just crossed the road and the Louvre was just a few steps away. She turned around and walked towards the twins playing the violin. Nan Zeyu felt a force pushing him away. He turned his head subconsciously, and his little wife was gone again.

The man's face darkened, and his eyes swept through the crowd on the street. His eyes were as sharp as ice blades. When he saw Song Yuyan's petite figure standing outside the crowd, he frowned and walked over with his long legs.

Song Yuyan pushed through the crowd and tried to squeeze in. Suddenly, the crowd slowly dispersed and a pair of French twins appeared. They were holding violins and walking slowly in the crowd. Song Yuyan was stunned. Are they twins? They look so alike!

Her watery eyes emitted a star-like light, and her big eyes blinked blankly. In front of her, a very handsome French man playing the violin was slowly walking towards her. Their facial features were exactly the same, with the same light grey eyes and conspicuous platinum hair. They were both over 189cm tall, and were dressed in simple, cool and handsome white and black clothes.