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

Nan Zeyu personally applied medicine on Song Yuyan's wrist. He held her on his lap. Song Yuyan felt embarrassed, angry and annoyed. Her head was buzzing and she sat on Nan Zeyu's lap in a daze. The man was sitting on the leather sofa chair in the pharmacy. Song Yuyan sat on his lap. He put one hand around her slender waist and took the swelling, pain and redness-removing spray given to him by the pharmacist in the pharmacy with his other hands. He lowered his eyes and gently picked up Song Yuyan's left wrist. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, her little face turned slightly red, her breathing stagnated, and she didn't dare to move.

A cool, warm and soothing feeling came from the wrist. This was the spray the man bought. This spray can reduce swelling, relieve pain and redness. It is said to be a must-have emergency medicine bottle for every French household.

Song Yuyan looked at her left wrist. The man's long fingers were fully devoted to giving her red and swollen wrist a soothing massage. She looked at her wrist with a faint, steady gaze. The warmth from the man's palm was transmitted to every cell of her body through the surface of her wrist skin.

Song Yuyan's heart suddenly started beating like thunder, beating faster and faster. The way he had just grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her away made her subconsciously want to struggle free, but at this moment, her damn little heart didn't listen to her and kept beating wildly.

Nan Zeyu's long fingers were thin, long and pointed like a pair of golden chopsticks. He massaged her wrist back and forth soothingly. Song Yuyan could see with her own eyes how magical the spray was. After Nan Zeyu's massage, the redness and swelling gradually subsided. She no longer felt any pain and saw no red marks.

Nan Zeyu leaned his whole face against Song Yuyan's little face. Song Yuyan's heartbeat became more intense. Her little face instantly became covered with a peach-pink blush. Song Yuyan bit her lower lip and said in a low voice: "That, Nan Zeyu, you are too close to me, I want..."

Even though she was face to face with Nan Zeyu, Song Yuyan could clearly feel the heat on his skin, which was a little cold. Could it be that this man was naturally cold? Including his thin lips when he kissed her.

Nan Zeyu glanced at Song Yuyan, his black eyes were as dark as obsidian, as deep and charming as the sea. He curled his lips and smiled softly, saying in a soft voice: "Don't move, I'm giving you a massage. Yanyan, it will be fine in a while, dear!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man gave her an extremely gentle kiss on the right side of her cheek. Song Yuyan's face turned red again, and her watery eyes were filled with ripples of light like autumn water. She paused for a breath, and slowly, she said softly: Okay, I got it.

Song Yuyan's voice was soft and low, with an inexplicable tiredness. Nan Zeyu didn't know how many times he massaged her wrist. She didn't feel any pain in her wrist anymore, but he still didn't let go, still gently rotating her wrist and massaging it.

After a while, Song Yuyan moved her waist and felt sore. Sitting on his lap, she felt an indescribable sense of oppression. She could obviously sit on the leather sofa chair, but he insisted on making her sit on his lap. Nan Zeyu must have done it on purpose.

The man subconsciously tightened his grip around her waist. His voice sank and he said in a low voice: Song Yuyan, don't move, do you hear me? Song Yuyan was about to cry without tears. Her waist was sore. She wanted to move her waist, but it couldn't take it!

Song Yuyan frowned, she tensed her legs, and tried to move her neck, but found that her neck was pressed against his neck. A sour feeling in the back of her neck suddenly spread throughout her body. Oh no, when will this massage end?

Song Yuyan wanted to retract her neck, but found that his face was pressed against hers with great force. She pursed her red lips and whispered sadly: Nan Zeyu, it's okay, my wrist doesn't hurt anymore, really, my wrist doesn't hurt anymore, can you stop massaging it?

Nan Zeyu's eyes darkened, his face sank, and his voice was filled with irresistible oppression. He said coldly: I said, it's not healed yet, Yanyan, be obedient, I will massage you for a while longer to see if I hurt your muscles or bones or something.

Song Yuyan was about to cry. Her wrist didn't hurt anymore, but her neck was so sore. She wanted to move her whole body. She had to deal with such a stubborn, obstinate, black-bellied and cold man. Song Yuyan felt that being loved by a domineering CEO was so exhausting...

Ye Mingxuan walked to the door of the pharmacy lounge, she looked at Nan Zeyu who was sitting on the leather sofa chair. Xiaoyu was applying medicine to Xiaoyan very gently. She knew that her son would not be cruel to Xiaoyan. Ye Mingxuan's beautiful eyes were slightly moist, and dazzling crystal clear light floated in her pupils. Her eyes were moist, her face softened, and she said softly: Young people are good, the two will be reconciled in a short while, and she doesn't need to worry about it.

Half an hour later, the long wrist massage finally ended. The man gently took Song Yuyan off his legs, and then held her on the ground. Song Yuyan's legs were weak and she almost couldn't stand. The man stood up quickly and held Song Yuyan's waist with both hands. Song Yuyan stood up with difficulty, her little face resting on his chest.

Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked deeply at Song Yuyan. His deep black eyes were as soft as a pool of water and deep and unfathomable. Song Yuyan looked into his eyes that could bewitch her mind and soul and made her fall into his bottomless black eyes, unable to extricate herself.

Her eyes were clear and sparkling like crystal, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her long and dense eyelashes covered her crescent-shaped eye sockets. Song Yuyan blinked gently, looking at him with her sparkling eyes.

He raised his hand to caress her snow-white face, then lowered his head and suddenly kissed her thirsty red lips. Nan Zeyu directly pried open her lips and teeth, tasting the sweetness in her mouth like crazy. He held her small waist tightly with his big hands and hugged her.

Song Yuyan instinctively put her arms around his neck. Outside the pharmacy, Ye Ming was stunned. After a while, the two of them started kissing deeply again. The kiss was so passionate that Ye Mingxuan's eyes were dazed.

These two people were kissing in the lounge of the pharmacy...Ye Mingxuan had to turn her head. She scanned the surroundings with her beautiful eyes and found that many people came to the pharmacy to buy medicine, ask about medicine, and there were French people queuing up to pay.

Her face changed, but she remained calm. Meanwhile, her other hands had quietly reached out to the sliding door of the pharmacy. Ye Mingxuan gently pulled it up a little bit, then, pretending nothing had happened, stepped back and slowly left.

Nan Zeyu didn't let go of Song Yuyan until she was out of breath after the kiss. Song Yuyan began to breathe heavily, her face flushed. A playful smile flashed in Nan Zeyu's black eyes, and his eyes were filled with joy that was absolutely under his control.

His eyes and eyebrows were playful like a sneaky little demon boy, and there was an intriguing evil charm between his black pupils and eyes. His thin lips were slightly curved, and his voice was hoarse with bewitching sexiness: Yanyan, this is the punishment for you for flirting with other men just now.

When Song Yuyan heard this, she raised her eyes suddenly. Her eyebrows jumped, and her face was full of surprise. She swallowed her saliva, and a trace of sadness flashed across her watery eyes, and then disappeared. Flirting with other men? Did Nan Zeyu think of himself like this?

Her face instantly turned as cold as ice, and the little hands that were around his neck loosened, then she pushed him away. Before he could react, she quickly walked to the door, opened the sliding door, and ran out.

The man came to his senses instantly and ran after him. He opened the sliding door and was about to go around a pharmacy aisle when Ye Mingxuan came over quickly. She saw Nan Zeyu running out of the pharmacy door and she walked over.

Facing Nan Zeyu's tall figure, he immediately exclaimed: Nan Zeyu, what are you doing again? Where is Xiaoyan? Why can't I see her? The pharmacy was noisy, so no one would notice this direction.

Nan Zeyu paused, tilted his head, and said slowly with an exhausted voice: She ran away again, Mom, what happened to her? I want to find Yanyan, don't let her run away, I'm unfamiliar with Paris.

After saying that, Nan Zeyu walked out with his long legs running. Ye Mingxuan sighed helplessly, and she followed him. Nan Zeyu opened the door of the pharmacy and walked out. His black eyes, as sharp as ice blades, glanced around vigilantly. On the side of the road away from the pharmacy door, a delicate figure was standing there.

Nan Zeyu's heart tightened, and he strode forward. Song Yuyan stood shivering on the side of the road. She hugged her arms. The wind was so strong at this time that she could hardly stand. Song Yuyan kept taking deep breaths, raising her head to breathe in and then lowering her head to exhale.

Suddenly, she heard a man's thick cotton jacket behind her. Song Yuyan slowly turned her head and saw the man's extremely tall body completely covering her. On her arm was Nan Zeyu's black and white cotton jacket. Nan Zeyu walked in front of her, half bent down, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her at eye level.

The two looked at each other, and a trace of bitterness flashed in Song Yuyan's eyes. Her eyes were as cold as ice in an instant, and her face became extremely cold. She half-opened her red lips, stared at Nan Zeyu, and said coldly: Didn't you say that I was flirting with other men, so why did you come out to find me? Why do you care about me? Nan Zeyu.

Song Yuyan's voice carried an unknown cold rebuke. Nan Zeze's handsome brows were tightly furrowed, and his face darkened. His black eyes, as deep as the sea, were filled with gloom, and his black pupils were dark. The gaze that met her level was filled with a sharp cold light.

After a moment of silence, the man opened his thin lips and said in a piercingly cold voice: Song Yuyan, do you have to do this? Yanyan, I'm just telling you the truth, this is what I saw. Song Yuyan smiled coldly, her watery eyes moistened instantly, and tears gathered in her eyes.

She looked at him with eyes as cold as ice. The next second, Song Yuyan raised her hand to take off the coat on her arm and turned to leave. The man immediately pulled her hard, then bent down and picked her up horizontally. Ye Mingxuan ran over and saw this scene.

She paused, but still walked forward. Nan Zeyu hugged Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan struggled to break free, but he hugged her even tighter. Tears as clear as mirrors welled up in Song Yuyan's eyes. She said stubbornly: Let me go, you don't need to do this, Nan Zeyu, put me down.

Ye Mingxuan came over, she frowned, her face turned pale, and she widened her eyes and said nervously: What happened to you again? We were fine in the pharmacy just now, why are you on a roller coaster again? Nan Zeyu glanced at Ye Mingxuan with his dark eyes. His eyes were cold and frozen, his face had turned angry, and his voice was cold without a trace of warmth: Mom, let's not play for now, I want to have a good talk with Yanyan in the remaining time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Zeyu turned around, calmly walked to the road holding Song Yuyan in his arms. Ye Mingxuan was so anxious that he felt a breath stuck in his heart. This anger was stuck in his heart, and he felt depressed and couldn't go away. He couldn't have fun today.

In the taxi, Song Yuyan didn't say a word. She turned her head to look out the window. Nan Zeyu was looking at her closely with stern eyes. His face turned pale, dark and cold. Ye Mingxuan, who was sitting on the left, was very anxious when he saw this.

An hour later, the taxi arrived at the hotel gate. Song Yuyan opened the door and was about to get out. The man grabbed her wrist. Song Yuyan reluctantly tried to break free from him, but he grabbed her wrist tighter. With a rage, he hugged Song Yuyan and walked quickly towards the stairs.

Song Yuyan stared at him, then stretched out her hand and hit his arm hard. The rain-like beating did not cause any pain to the man, but was like a kitten tickling him. Song Yuyan kicked her legs again, bit her lip, and stared at him with tears in her watery eyes.

Ye Mingxuan followed closely behind him. They took the elevator upstairs and arrived at the hotel. The man walked towards the presidential suite with his long legs, holding Song Yuyan in his arms. Ye Mingxuan felt that something was wrong, so she quickened her pace and followed behind him.

Song Yuyan's face was already red with anger, and her watery eyes were filled with mist, but tears were welling up in her eyes and she was stubborn and refused to let any of them fall. At this moment, she was really angry. She didn't know what Nan Zeyu was going to do to her, and her heart tightened.

Song Yuyan's eyes widened as she turned to look towards the corridor of the guest room. Where were they going? Where was Nan Zeyu going to carry her to... Song Yuyan began to panic. Her eyebrows twitched and her eyes turned to the handsome face of the man. His face was cold without a trace of temperature, as cold as the frost in Antarctica.