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

next morning

Song Yuyan, Nan Zeyu and Ye Mingxuan had a buffet breakfast together and walked out of the hotel together. Song Yuyan held Nan Zeyu's hand tightly the whole time. The two of them were close to each other, looking like a loving couple. As they walked out of the hotel, Ye Mingxuan followed behind them. A soft light flashed across her beautiful eyes, as bright as stars.

Yesterday evening, she was so anxious that she was pacing in front of the door of the presidential suite. When she was extremely anxious, the door suddenly opened. Ye Mingxuan's body jerked forward, and Nan Zeyu and Song Yuyan walked out of the door from a distance. Ye Mingxuan looked at the two of them. Nan Zeyu's eyes were red, and his expression was dazed, tired, and painful, and there were obvious slap marks on his face... Then he looked at Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan's hair was messy, and more importantly, her skirt was almost torn. Song Yuyan was still shaking all over. She lowered her head. Ye Mingxuan's heart sank. She took a step forward. Song Yuyan slowly raised her head. When Ye Mingxuan saw Song Yuyan's eyes that were red and swollen from crying, she almost lost her balance.

Song Yuyan sniffed. Although she stopped crying, the tears in her eyes still slid down her cheeks unconsciously. She walked forward quickly and used her trembling little hands to support Ye Mingxuan, who was about to lose his balance. She then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at Ye Mingxuan.

Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan who was looking down, and then she looked at Nan Zeyu again, and she knew something. Her own son almost forced Song Yuyan to take him away? Ye Mingxuan reached out and took Song Yuyan's trembling little hand.

Song Yuyan's body stiffened, she still didn't dare to look up. Ye Mingxuan gently stroked Song Yuyan's small hand, and Song Yuyan hurriedly retracted her hand. Ye Mingxuan wanted to speak to comfort her, but didn't know how to start. She was so anxious that her eyebrows twitched, her head began to ache, and her heart ached.

Nan Zeyu saw this, he walked up to Ye Mingxuan. Ye Mingxuan turned to look at Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu's eyes were red, with tears in them like the clear deep sea. The black pupils rendered by the tears in the deep sea were as clear as the sea, and full of pain.

Ye Mingxuan tried her best to stand up straight and calm herself down. She glared at Nan Zeyu with her beautiful eyes filled with fiery anger. Nan Zeyu met Ye Mingxuan's angry eyes. He pursed his thin lips and said in a hoarse voice after crying: Mom, I... I just now, but, Mom, I didn't do that to Yanyan, please believe me.

Nan Zeyu's words were spoken with a firm and sincere voice, which slowly reached Ye Mingxuan's ears. She looked at Nan Zeyu, her eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, her pupils widened, and she said in astonishment: "How can you, how can you, are you crazy? Nan Zeyu, kneel down for me."

The man didn't hesitate at all and immediately knelt down in front of Ye Mingxuan. He lowered his head. Ye Mingxuan took a deep breath and paused. She turned to look at Nan Zeyu who was kneeling in front of her. Her eyes and eyebrows were full of motherly majesty. Her face was as white as paper, and her eyes and hands were cold. She said in a powerful voice: I didn't tell you to get up, don't get up, Nan Zeyu, you bastard.

Nan Zeyu didn't dare to say anything. He knelt sincerely in front of his mother with his head lowered. The man's shoulders were slightly red from being beaten by Song Yuyan. Ye Mingxuan was so angry that he was about to raise his hand to hit Nan Zeyu. Song Yuyan quickly ran to Ye Mingxuan and pulled Ye Mingxuan's arm with her trembling little hands.

Ye Mingxuan turned her head and glanced at Song Yuyan. She could no longer hold back her emotions. Her eyes were moist and she looked at Song Yuyan with a repentant look. Her eyes were filled with crystal tears like pearls in the mermaid sea, which slid down the corners of her eyes and spread to both sides of her skin as white as snow.

Song Yuyan's heart ached when she saw this. Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan and cried slowly with deep apology: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, for your aunt's sake, please don't be angry, okay? I apologize to you on behalf of that bastard Xiaoyu, please promise your aunt.

Ye Mingxuan's apology was extremely sincere, full of her heartache and her remorse as a mother. Song Yuyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she glanced at Ye Mingxuan. Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan closely, looking at her level.

Her eyes were red from crying, and the tears were as bright as crystal, which also hurt Ye Mingxuan's eyes. Song Yuyan nodded, and her red lips were difficult to pull up a sweet smile, and she said in a low voice: I just talked to Nan Zeyu, I promise you, aunt, I won't be angry with him.

Ye Mingxuan nodded heavily. She took Song Yuyan's little hand and walked to Nan Zeyu who was kneeling in the corridor of the guest room. She lowered her eyes to glance at him and said angrily in an extremely cold tone: "You are not allowed to get up without my permission. Kneel here. I will take Xiaoyan to change clothes, Nan Zeyu."

The man nodded slightly, and said in a heavy hoarse voice: "Okay, I promise you, Mom." Song Yuyan was still heartbroken. She was still frightened when she thought about what had just happened. Really, she was almost, almost forced by Nan Zeyu...

After saying that, Ye Mingxuan didn't look at Nan Zeyu again. He pulled up the trembling Song Yuyan, turned around and walked away to the room where they lived. Song Yuyan was still in a daze. She didn't know how she forgave Nan Zeyu. She only knew that she was carried off the bed by her and then carried her to the door of the room, and he opened the door again.

The man knelt at the door of the presidential suite, his waist straight as a sculpture. He lowered his head slightly. No one passed by in the hotel's guest room corridor at this time, and there was no sound of footsteps, so no one saw a man kneeling in the guest room corridor.

Nan Zeyu knelt until the night was completely dark, and he did not notice that under Ye Mingxuan's repeated severe punishments on him, Nan Zeyu's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were cold and indifferent, and there was a little bitter pain in his black eyes, and his eyes were clear.

This time Ye Mingxuan was really angry. He had never seen his mother so angry since he was a child. His mother had loved him since he was a child, let alone asked him to kneel down. This time, he almost forced himself on Song Yuyan.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor. The man's back stiffened slightly. He thought it was Ye Mingxuan coming over. His slightly sore back straightened up immediately. Song Yuyan walked in front of Nan Zeyu. She was breathing slightly, her little face flushed, her watery eyes shining like stars, and her eyes seemed to carry a pitiful light like a little rabbit.

She slowed down her pace and walked in front of the man, lowered her eyes to look at the man kneeling in the corridor. Song Yuyan paused for a moment and said in a panting voice: "Get up, Nan Zeyu, don't kneel anymore. It's already early morning. It's okay. I've talked to your aunt and she agreed that you don't have to kneel anymore."

When the man heard that it was Song Yuyan, he looked up suddenly and met her eyes that were as clear and bright as crystal. His dark eyes deepened, flashing a light brighter than the stars in the night sky. He nodded, slowly straightened his long legs, and then slowly stood up and stood tall.

Song Yuyan looked at him face to face. She walked forward, stood on tiptoe, and held both sides of his handsome face with her small hands. Her eyes were soft and moist like water. Her long eyelashes beautifully covered her eye sockets. Her big eyes blinked gently, and her watery eyes quietly looked at Nan Zeyu, who had a slightly cold face in front of her.

She leaned close to his handsome face, her eyes looked at his dry thin lips, and then, she kissed the man's thin lips with her moist red lips. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. Nan Zeyu's black pupils shrank, and then opened wide in an instant.

His body stiffened, and he allowed Song Yuyan to kiss his lips so softly, slowly and gently. Nan Zeyu bent down slightly so that Song Yuyan could kiss his lips deeper. His eyes were open the whole time, without closing them, because he wanted to see how his little wife looked when she kissed him.

Song Yuyan's red lips were very sweet, very sweet, and very soft, as delicious as fresh strawberries. After the man was stunned for a moment, he put his hands on Song Yuyan's waist and put his arms around her waist. This kiss was Song Yuyan kissing him, and they kissed for a long, long time, until she was about to suffocate, and then Song Yuyan slowly let go of him.

Song Yuyan immediately hugged his waist, her whole face flushed, her heart was about to jump out, her little face buried in his waist, gasping heavily, the man lowered his eyes, smiled dotingly, raised his hand to touch the top of her head, he bent down, kissed her head lightly with his thin lips, his eyes were as deep as the ripples of deep sea water, as deep as the sea, his eyebrows were smiling, and his voice was softly said: Very good, my little wife, very good.

Song Yuyan was even more shy. She hugged the man's waist tightly, which was without a trace of fat, and said sullenly: You only know how to tease me. I'm so embarrassed, so embarrassed, so embarrassed. Nan Zeyu, you, the CEO with a beastly heart, only know how to tease me.

Song Yuyan's voice was full of shyness, and Nan Zeyu's thin lips curled up into a gentle smile. There was deep love in his eyes that could not be hidden. He not only liked to tease her, but also liked to play with her and see her smile at him. He liked it as long as she was kind to him.

Song Yuyan had a great time that morning. She played in the huge, holy and magnificent Louvre Palace for the whole morning. Until noon, Ye Mingxuan's face was smiling more beautifully than a flower. She took a lot of photos of Song Yuyan and Nan Ze, including photos of them hugging and kissing like a couple in love, and photos of them whispering to each other with their faces close together.

The two took a couple photo in the Louvre, and the person taking the photo was the man's mother, with a smile more beautiful than flowers and eyes that are enough to make people fall in love with her at first sight. Tourists visiting the Louvre turned their heads to look at her.

It was afternoon when we came out of the Louvre, and then we went to the Orsay Museum, Luxembourg Gardens, Place Vendôme, and Tuileries Garden. Song Yuyan was extremely excited, with a sweet smile on her face, while Ye Mingxuan bought handmade art products from the streets of Paris.

Song Yuyan was walking in front, held by Nan Zeyu's hand, while Ye Mingxuan followed behind with many bags in his hands. The famous Paris attraction, the Tuileries Garden, was approaching night, the night was getting darker, and the sunset was slowly fading away.

In the bustling Tuileries Garden, Song Yuyan was running around in the romantic garden like a tireless little rabbit. The man immediately followed her with his long legs. His handsome brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were as clear and soft as an ink painting, but his face was helplessly gloomy, and his voice was filled with fatigue: Song Yuyan, I asked you to come here to watch, not to run around. Yanyan, stop running.

Song Yuyan paused, stopped, and turned around. The man immediately followed her and grabbed her wrist with his big hand, but the force was not strong, very gentle. Song Yuyan instantly turned into a docile baby, nestling in Nan Zeyu's arms like a little bird, and was led by him.

Her eyes shone with the dazzling light of broken diamonds, her pupils were deep, and she was led away by Nan Zeyu, but her eyes were still looking around. She was even more excited and said sweetly: What a romantic garden, Nan Zeyu, I want to live in this garden, I don't want to leave.

Nan Zeyu was helpless. He pressed the back of Song Yuyan's head. Song Yuyan's little face leaned against his arms. Her rosy little face was pressed against the man's ink-colored thin windbreaker. His steps were steady and slow. The sound of men's leather shoes stepped on the path in the garden, making loud footsteps.

After walking around the entire Tuileries Garden, it was already completely dark. There were people everywhere, including tourists coming in one after another. They were checking in and taking photos. Song Yuyan turned her head to look at Nan Zeyu, who subconsciously turned his head to look at her. Their eyes met in an instant, and ripples appeared.

Song Yuyan panicked and turned away, but her face couldn't help but blush. The man's smile deepened, and he held Song Yuyan's big hand tightly. Song Yuyan's heart beat uncontrollably, and her eyes moved rapidly, spinning around in her eye sockets.

The Tuileries Garden at night has a romantic beauty. The lights, the paths, and the flowers are all romantic. Paris is indeed the city of romance. Even the flowers are so romantic that Song Yuyan was stunned.

She looked at the flowers in the night, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she said in a sweet voice: Nan Zeyu, it would be great if these words could be moved to the villa, so that I can see these flowers every day, they are really beautiful!

The man's eyes turned to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes suddenly met. Her heart beat violently. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's eyes, which were as deep and clear as the deep water in the sea. He smiled, and the smile on his handsome face was so handsome that the women in the garden screamed instantly.