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

Assistant Bai thought about it and decided to find a time to report to the president in the evening. Wen Zichen stood in front of Song Yuyan and looked at the man at the opposite table with complicated eyes. This man didn't look like Song Yuyan's lover? Then who was he and why was he having dinner with Song Yuyan?

The gentleness in Wen Zichen's eyes at this moment suddenly disappeared, and there was a kind of incomprehensible anger. Assistant Bai saw this scene clearly, and he secretly said in his heart: Oh, wait, I will go and observe you carefully, you disguise very well, but nothing can escape my sharp eyes.

Song Yuyan looked at Wen Zichen blankly. Was it my illusion? Why did I see Wen Zichen looking at Assistant Bai fiercely just now? Could it be that these two people know each other? Song Yuyan looked at Assistant Bai and said with a suggestive look: I just met this person a few days ago, don't get me wrong, Assistant Bai, I've almost finished eating that, should we...

Wen Zichen's pupils dilated instantly. What did Song Yuyan just call this man? "Assistant Bai", Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan, thinking about the identity of this little girl, Wen Zichen decided to investigate Song Yuyan carefully.

Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan, and then put on a gentle smile and said to Song Yuyan: Are you leaving now? But, are you full? Song Yuyan looked at Wen Zichen, with eyes as gentle as water, and she said carefully: Well, I'm really full, no need, Mr. Wen, I'm in a hurry to go home!

Seeing Song Yuyan in such a hurry, Wen Zichen didn't know what to say. He looked at Song Yuyan and said gently: "Okay, but how are you going back?" Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan looked at Assistant Bai. Assistant Bai quickly stood up from the chair and looked at Song Yuyan and said: "I'll go to pay the bill. Miss Song, please wait for a while."

After Assistant Bai went to pay the bill, Song Yuyan sat at the dining table very uncomfortably. Mainly, Wen Zichen was still sitting next to Song Yuyan, making Song Yuyan feel like escaping. Song Yuyan shouted in her heart: Assistant Bai, please come back soon, I want to leave. Song Yuyan felt like her palms were sweating from clenching her fists.

Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan tenderly. Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan tenderly and whispered: "Um, can I add your WeChat?" I'm afraid that after meeting this time, I don't know when the next time will be. The last time was in Ancheng Park.

Song Yuyan almost spit out the rose tea she was drinking. Fortunately, her cup was placed on the dining table, otherwise the cauliflower in her throat would have been sprayed onto Wen Zichen's cheek. Song Yuyan pursed her lips, then glanced at Wen Zichen and said: "Give me your cell phone number. I'll give you my number, Mr. Wen."

Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan's watery eyes. Her pupils were very pure in color, her eyeballs were very beautiful, her eyes were dotted with stars, and her rosy and plump lips made her face very sweet. Wen Zichen had seen many beautiful women, but when he saw Song Yuyan's sweet and flawless face, he unconsciously wanted to get closer to her.

Song Yuyan looked into Wen Zichen's eyes, which were so gentle that it felt like a piano piece was playing in her heart, making her feel healed deep inside. Different from Nan Zeyu's handsomeness, Wen Zichen's handsomeness was enough to melt a person's heart, making you unconsciously sink into his eyes.

But why am I still quite resistant in my heart? Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan and laughed: That's fine, Miss Song, give me the phone. Song Yuyan took the phone on the dining table and handed it to Wen Zichen. Wen Zichen lowered his head to take Song Yuyan's phone, quickly operated on her phone for a few times, then looked up at Song Yuyan and said: Okay, my phone number is in your address book.

Song Yuyan took her phone and looked at it, then looked at Wen Zichen and said softly: "Yes, I saw it, Mr. Wen. If you have anything, just call me. However, I have classes from Monday to Friday, and I have to work part-time on weekends. I only have free time on weekend nights, Mr. Wen."

Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan for a moment, then said: I know, Miss Song. This time, I saw Miss Song closely and found that you are so sweet! Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan with a more gentle look, and Song Yuyan blushed when she heard it.

Assistant Bai had just paid the bill downstairs and took another elevator up. As soon as he came in, he saw Song Yuyan's blushing face. Assistant Bai looked at Wen Zichen. Who was this Wen Zichen? He took out his cell phone and dialed President Nan's number.

At the Otis Center Hospital in the United States, Nan Zeyu had just returned to the family room. He walked to the bed and was about to lie down when he heard the phone in his trouser pocket ringing. Nan Zeyu frowned, stood up, took out his phone, and it was Assistant Bai calling. Nan Zeyu quickly pressed the answer button.

There was a noisy sound from the other end of the phone, and Nan Zeyu asked coldly: What's wrong? Assistant Bai. Assistant Bai held the phone, looked at a couple not far away, and said to the phone in a trembling voice: President, Miss Song...

Nan Zeyu was about to fall asleep, but the sleepiness was driven away all at once. When he heard the three words "Miss Song", his eyes turned cold, and his voice was so cold that Assistant Bai shivered. Nan Zeyu asked coldly: "Tell me quickly, what happened to Xiaoyan?" Nan Zeyu was such a calm person before, but why did his heart rise to his throat when he heard that it was that little girl?

Assistant Bai's phone was shaking slightly. He took a deep breath and said to President Nan on the other end of the phone: Miss Song is now with a strange man. The man said he had met Miss Song once. Today I brought Miss Song to the Rhine Hotel for dinner. When he saw Miss Song, he came over and said hello to her. The man's name is Wen Zichen, President!

Assistant Bai finished speaking in one breath, and it felt like he was about to die. Nan Zeyu's bones creaked as he held the phone, his eyes darkened, and he said: Wen Zichen, his voice was so cold that Assistant Bai didn't dare to breathe. Nan Zeyu was silent for a while, and said to the other end of the phone: Go check Wen Zichen's identity. In addition, you must protect Xiaoyan. Also, I want to meet Wen Zichen when I come to the United States tomorrow. Don't let Xiaoyan know about this. If you mess up, Assistant Bai, you can't do it.

Assistant Bai's legs felt weak as he listened to what the president said on the phone. He leaned against the wall to steady himself. After hanging up the phone, he quickly walked back to where Song Yuyan was sitting. Just when I was finding it more and more boring to even sit there, I saw Assistant Bai walking as if he was flying.

I stood up and looked at him. Assistant Bai came over and looked at Wen Zichen with an apologetic look and said, "I have to leave first, Mr. Wen. That's my boss's personal assistant. I'm leaving first." After saying that, I took the shoulder bag hanging on the chair and turned to leave.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Assistant Bai walking towards me. He looked at me and said, "We are leaving, Miss Song, I have already paid the bill, we can go now." Assistant Bai took me in another direction and walked out of the open-air restaurant on the 99th floor of the Rhine Hotel.

In the evening, Assistant Bai safely sent Song Yuyan back to the garden gate. He drove quickly back to Nan Group. Assistant Bai entered the president's office, turned on the office lights, turned on the computer, and then typed frantically on the keyboard. After a while, a long A4 paper of personal information appeared on the computer screen.

"Wen Zichen" is 28 years old, his hometown is Ancheng, he is the son of Wen Jianshan from the Wen family. The Wen family ranks third after the Nan Group, and its industries include red wine, electronics and clothing. Assistant Bai tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the computer screen, looking down, Wen Zichen studied at Cambridge University in the UK, and just returned to China not long ago. Now he took over the position of president of Wen Jianshan's "Bai Fu Group".

It turned out that Wen Zichen was also a president, but his ability was still far inferior to that of President Nan. Assistant Bai looked through all of Wen Zichen's personal information under the lights of the office, then printed it out with a printer and sent it to President Nan. On this side, Nan Zeyu, who had just taken care of his mother, returned to the family room and heard the sound of the printer in the room.

He ran forward quickly, took the paper that the printer sent as a gift, and took a look. Wen Zichen, the son of Wen Jianshan, dared to snatch it from me, Nan Zeyu. Very good, he will get what he wants. Nan Zeyu crumpled the white paper into a ball with his palm and threw it into the trash can under the printer.

Nan Zeyu didn't wait long, dialed the familiar mobile number, and then said coldly: Now, take a private plane to the United States immediately, I want to meet Wen Zichen tomorrow, be quick! Assistant Bai, who was sleeping in the president's office, received a call from President Nan in a daze. He was quickly awakened and responded: Okay, President, I will get ready and arrive in the United States in a while.

Nan Zeyu put away his phone, walked quickly out of the family room, took the elevator to the hospital entrance, walked to the back door of the hospital, and sat on a lounge chair in the garden at the back door for three hours. Hearing a rumbling sound from the sky, he stood up and walked quickly to the location where the private plane landed.

The door of the plane cabin opened, and Nan Zeyu stepped into the private plane with his agile, steady and flexible long legs. As soon as he got on the plane, Assistant Bai looked at Nan Zeyu and said, "Don't worry, Miss Song didn't know about it. President, are you going back to Ancheng now? Or...

Nan Zeyu looked at Assistant Bai coldly. He sat on the seat with his legs crossed and said coldly: Go back to Ancheng! Nan Zeyu gave an order and the private plane flew quickly to Ancheng. The private plane circled quickly in the night sky. The speed was so fast that even the captain trembled, but he did not dare to speak and could only fly according to the order.

Nan Zeyu closed his eyes after a while. Assistant Bai saw the sleeping president and covered President Nan with the blanket from the plane. Every time this president called me, I had to show up in perfect condition and do what he said without any delay.

After flying for more than three hours, the private plane returned to Ancheng and landed on the apron in the Ancheng villa area. Nan Zeyu opened his eyes and saw that the private plane had stopped on the apron. He looked out the window and it was almost dawn. Nan Zeyu twisted his neck, stood up, and patted Assistant Bai who was sitting in front of him.

Assistant Bai was sleeping soundly. Nan Zeyu slapped him hard, and he immediately turned around with half-closed eyes and said: "President, we have arrived in Ancheng, in the Ancheng villa area. Do you want to meet Wen Zichen now? But you don't know his cell phone number, how are you going to meet him, President?"

Nan Zeyu's forehead was bulging with veins. He felt cold between his eyebrows. He patted Assistant Bai's cheek and said, "You continue to sleep. I have my own way. Assistant Bai, I'm leaving now." After Nan Zeyu finished speaking, he quickly got off the plane. Assistant Bai was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyelids. He fell asleep on the seat.

Nan Zeyu got off the private plane and gently closed the cabin door. He walked to his villa, to the entrance of the parking lot, opened the Ferrari sports car with the car key, then drove out of the parking lot quickly and drove away from the Ancheng villa area.

When the sports car drove onto the road, it was already daybreak. Nan Zeyu felt sleepy again, but he still drove at the fastest speed on every road. Half an hour later, Nan Zeyu drove to the door of the "Bai Fu Group" company where Wen Zichen worked.

Nan Zeyu glanced coldly at the company gate. The morning time was announced as "6:58" in the sports car. It was only seven o'clock. No wonder the company gate was not open yet. In fact, he really wanted to tell the girl that he had returned to Ancheng, but he came back to meet Wen Zichen, so he decided not to tell her.

Nan Zeyu sat in the car for a while and felt his eyelids sinking lower and lower, and finally he fell uncontrollably on the seat. Until he heard the sound of a car, he opened his handsome, mouth-watering eyes and looked out the window through the car glass.

A blue Porsche stopped in front of the gate of the Baifu Group, and a gentle man stepped out of the car. Could he be Wen Zichen... Nan Zeyu stepped on the car door with his ankle, and the door opened automatically from top to bottom. Nan Zeyu stepped out of the sports car with his legs straight.

Just as Wen Zichen was about to enter the gate of Baifu Group, he saw a man in a black and white suit walking towards him. He was about 188 cm tall, and most importantly, his appearance was the most handsome Wen Zichen had ever seen. He had a cold breath, and exuded a domineering aura from his whole body, which made people feel oppressive.

Wen Zichen stopped and looked at Nan Zeyu behind him. What a handsome face he had, especially his eyes that were as cold as ice. Nan Zeyu walked towards Wen Zichen coldly and looked at him. Not so good? Except for a gentle face, how could he compare to me, Nan Zeyu!

Wen Zichen looked at the cold Nan Zeyu gently. He thought that this man was coming for me. No matter what, he still had to be polite. Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu and said in a gentle voice: Hello, I’m Wen Zichen. What can I do for you?

Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen coldly, his voice was also very gentle. Nan Zeyu pulled the corner of his mouth coldly and looked at Wen Zichen and said: You are really smart, you knew I was looking for you? Wen Zichen smiled gently, Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen coldly, he couldn't stand this gentle mask, sooner or later I will tear off the you behind your mask, Nan Zeyu's eyes suddenly emitted a fierce light, looking at Wen Zichen.