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

Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen with a gentle smile on his face, and he felt unhappy in his heart, but who is Nan Zeyu? How could he show it? He walked to Wen Zichen with a cold face and looked at him with sharp eyes. Wen Zichen, right? Few people can escape my eyes.

Wen Zichen lowered his head, looked at Nan Zeyu, and asked softly: "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you? Are you here to talk to me at Baifu Group?" Nan Zeyu smiled coldly and said: "Mr. Wen, can you please talk to me?"

Wen Zichen looked around and said to Nan Zeyu: "Okay, Mr. Nan, please come with me." After Wen Zichen finished speaking, he was the first to walk out of the gate of Baifu Group, followed by Nan Zeyu. The two drove to the intersection of Ancheng Square. The two conspicuous sports cars became an eye-catching landscape at the intersection of the square.

Nan Zeyu got off the car first, followed by Wen Zichen. Everyone looked at Yu Nan Zeyu, who was dressed in a noble suit. His gestures showed his domineering and cold aura, especially his eyes, which could seduce people's souls with just one glance...

Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu calmly along with the eyes of the crowd at the square intersection. I have to say that he has a stronger aura of a CEO than me. Wen Zichen suddenly felt a little timid. Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu and said gently: "I know there is a good coffee shop here. Why don't we go there and talk? What do you think?" President Nan.

Nan Zeyu did not respond, but just walked in front with his extremely long legs. Wen Zichen looked at him from behind and felt that his momentum suddenly weakened. After a while, the two handsome CEOs walked to the door of the most conspicuous "Tianmu Coffee Shop" in Ancheng Square.

Wen Zichen gently pushed open the door of the cafe, and Nan Zeyu entered the cafe first. Nan Zeyu looked into the cafe and thought it was just okay. The cafe was designed in camphor wood color and had many wooden products. It was far inferior to the open-air cafe on the rooftop of his company.

Nan Zeyu found a seat at random and sat down. Wen Zichen also sat in front of Nan Zeyu. As soon as they sat down in the cafe, a waiter came over quickly. Wen Zichen looked at the waiter and said gently: I’ll have the best coffee you have, thank you!

The waitress didn't even raise her head as she took notes on the sign with a pen. When the receptionist looked up at Nan Zeyu, she looked at him with hot eyes. Nan Zeyu's eyes turned cold, and the waitress quickly ran away with her notebook!

Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu. This guy had a cold face. I wonder what he wanted from me? Nan Zeyu also looked at Wen Zichen. Perhaps he had too much experience in the battlefield. Seeing someone with a gentle face, he actually felt disgusted...

Nan Zeyu pressed his thin lips into a cold line and said in a low voice: How did you know Xiaoyan? When Wen Zichen heard Nan Zeyu's question, he was stunned at first, and then he knew what was going on. "Xiaoyan" he called her so intimately? Wen Zichen still had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at Nan Zeyu and said gently: I ran into her when I was walking in Ancheng Park a few days ago. It happened to be raining. She was almost wet that day. I covered her with an umbrella.

Nan Zeyu listened to what Wen Zichen said with a cold brow. When he heard that she was wet in the rain, his brows were tightly furrowed. This silly girl, she got wet in the rain when I was not around. Wen Zichen did not speak, but just observed the expression on Nan Zeyu's face. It can be seen that Song Yuyan knew this president.

After the coffee was served, Nan Zeyu first tasted the flavor of the coffee lightly. After the coffee went down his throat, he quickly put down the coffee cup. Why was the coffee in this cafe so sticky? It felt like his tongue was about to be stuck. Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen and said coldly: Mr. Wen, have you been to this cafe?

Suddenly, Wen Zichen's hand holding the coffee froze. How did he know? Wen Zichen took a sip of the coffee, raised his eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu gently, saying, "Yes, I often come to this cafe. What's wrong?" Mr. President.

Nan Zeyu took out his business card from his suit jacket pocket and handed it to Wen Zichen. Wen Zichen quickly took the business card from him. It read "Nan Zeyu, Nan Group". Wen Zichen's pupils dilated instantly. This person was the "President Nan", who was well-known in Ancheng and respected by the veteran seniors in the workplace. Some people even felt scared when they heard the three words "Nan Zeyu".

The Nan Group is very powerful, ranking first among all major group companies and has been on the top of the list for three consecutive years. It is said that Nan Zeyu is a ruthless president who makes people afraid and even dare not approach him. His work style is quite overbearing and cold, and even the neighboring Lin City has come to Nan Zeyu to propose many cooperation plans.

Nan Zeyu saw Wen Zichen staring blankly, and a smile of success appeared on the corner of Nan Zeyu's mouth. Are you scared? Everyone knows my name, Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen deeply and said in a light voice: What's wrong? Mr. Wen.

Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu and said gently: Ah, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. So you are the famous President Nan Zeyu. How can my small company compare to your Nan Group? Wen Zichen drank the coffee in the cup and felt it was not fragrant anymore.

Nan Zeyu glanced at Wen Zichen angrily. He didn't expect that he would be scared when the Nan Group was mentioned, let alone a mere Baifu Group. Although Wen Zichen was a little timid towards Nan Zeyu, he did not show it. He looked at Nan Zeyu indifferently and said: Excuse me, does Song Yuyan know President Nan?

When Nan Zeyu heard the girl's name, the frown on his brows instantly relaxed, and his voice became more gentle without him even noticing. He looked at Wen Zichen and said: I know Xiaoyan, my mother is in the United States, I took time off to go back to Ancheng, she doesn't know.

Wen Zichen suddenly envied Nan Zeyu very much. He was the richest president in An City, a man that all women admired. His company, money, group company and even the sports car he drove were the richest in An City, and he couldn't even compare to them with a finger... Most importantly, he knew Song Yuyan.

Nan Zeyu saw Wen Zichen lost in thought again, and he raised his lips coldly and said: Mr. Wen, are you interested in me? Xiaoyan is my good friend, and we are just friends. Wen Zichen smiled but said nothing. Friends? Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu and said: Oh, really? President Nan, I saw Xiaoyan yesterday, she was at the Rhine Hotel with your assistant.

Nan Zeyu leaned back in the chair. The girl really saw Wen Zichen again yesterday. No wonder Assistant Bai spoke so hurriedly on the phone. I didn’t believe it at first. The two of them chatted casually in the cafe, but Wen Zichen kept saying the three words Song Yuyan.

This made Nan Zeyu's already cold face even colder. What did Wen Zichen want to do? Does knowing Xiaoyan seem like a big deal? Nan Zeyu suddenly stood up and looked at Wen Zichen and said coldly: Since it has been confirmed that it was Xiaoyan and you who helped her a few days ago, she is also my friend. You can find me if you have any problems in the future. I'll take my leave first, Mr. Wen.

Nan Zeyu, after saying that, quickly turned around and pushed the door to leave the Skylight Cafe. Wen Zichen watched Nan Zeyu leave and became scared. This man should not be underestimated. He had to find a way to make Song Yuyan look at him, and then move her, and then win her over!

Nan Zeyu walked out of the cafe, walked quickly to where the sports car was parked, opened the door, and drove away from Ancheng Square at high speed. Wen Zichen just walked out of the cafe and saw Nan Zeyu leaving Ancheng Square at a flying speed. He frowned and said, "Nan Zeyu, I can compete with anyone except him. I am afraid that I can't beat him. He is better than me in everything!"

Wen Zichen took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket and searched for Song Yuyan's phone number on it. On the other side, Song Yuyan, who had just finished class, walked out of the school gate as usual. Assistant Bai parked the car in front of the gate of Ancheng University, and I was about to walk over.

My cell phone rang at this time. I took off my bag and tried to take out the phone. Assistant Bai drove the car and parked beside me. I took out the phone from my bag and the screen showed an unfamiliar number. I didn't want to answer the call, but the phone kept ringing.

I had to press the answer button. The voice coming from the other end made my head throb. This, this, this, Wen Zichen. His gentle voice on the phone made me feel uncomfortable, but I felt it would be rude to hang up, so I had to endure it.

I was about to speak when Wen Zichen said on the phone: Song Yuyan, I am Wen Zichen, the Wen Zichen who saw you at the Rhine Hotel yesterday. You still remember me, right? Song Yuyan looked at Assistant Bai, who rolled down the window and nodded slightly to Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan said in a light voice: I know, Mr. Wen, I just finished class? What's the matter? Wen Zichen heard a hint of stiffness in Song Yuyan's tone, and he was very frightened in his heart. He was afraid that she would really have feelings for Nan Zeyu.

Song Yuyan didn't realize what Wen Zichen's intention was in calling her, so she wanted to hang up quickly, "Um, are you free this weekend? I want to treat you to a meal, Miss Song." Song Yuyan was about to press the end button, but her hand suddenly stopped. We have only met twice, why do you want to treat me to a meal?

Wen Zichen was waiting for Song Yuyan's answer on the phone. He had never been so nervous in his life, as if he was waiting for someone's message. Song Yuyan had already knocked on the car window, and Assistant Bai quickly opened the back door of the sports car.

Song Yuyan, seeing the car door open, threw her schoolbag into the car, then got in and closed the door. Wen Zichen listened but didn't hear Song Yuyan's voice, so he asked Song Yuyan on the phone again: "Is it okay? Miss Song, if you can, please contact me then."

Just as Song Yuyan sat down, Assistant Bai drove away from the school gate at a high speed. Song Yuyan was so scared that she replied to Wen Zichen on the phone: "Ah, yes, yes, Mr. Wen." When Wen Zichen heard Song Yuyan say "yes", his heart was sweeter than honey, and then he said to Song Yuyan: "Okay, see you this weekend, Song Yuyan."

After that, Wen Zichen hung up the phone, and Song Yuyan, who was still in shock, looked at her phone. What did I just say? Just now, Assistant Bai was driving very fast, and I was so scared that I said something nonsense while holding the phone... Song Yuyan sat in the car and tried hard to think about what she had just said on the phone.

After a while, Song Yuyan suddenly realized: I seem to have said that I agreed to Wen Zichen's invitation to dinner with me on the weekend. Assistant Bai drove the car and said in a steady voice: No hurry, no hurry, no hurry, Miss Song, the president asked me to protect you, so, I will accompany you to the dinner on the weekend. Is it Wen Zichen, right?

Song Yuyan looked at Assistant Bai and said pitifully: "Yes, Assistant Bai, I didn't want to go, but you were driving too fast just now, so I was talking nonsense on the phone, and then I remembered it." Assistant Bai wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and looked at Song Yuyan behind him and said: "Don't worry, Miss Song, I will go with you. I will talk to President Nan about this."

Song Yuyan thought about it and decided not to let the boss know. If he knew, it would be terrible. Song Yuyan said to Assistant Bai hurriedly, "No, no, no, Assistant Bai, don't tell President Nan. Just accompany me. Don't tell him. Don't call him!"

The car just stopped on the Ancheng Bridge. Assistant Bai looked back at Song Yuyan who was looking out the window. Why didn't Miss Song let me tell the president? Was she afraid that the president would rush back from the United States? But the president went back to Ancheng yesterday, and the president also asked me not to tell Miss Song about his return to Ancheng.

There was a traffic jam on the bridge, and the cars behind were stuck. Assistant Bai and Song Yuyan were helplessly waiting in the car for the traffic to clear quickly. Suddenly, a rapid cell phone ring sounded. Song Yuyan came to her senses and realized that it was not her cell phone ringing. She looked at Assistant Bai and reminded: Assistant Bai, your cell phone is ringing.

Assistant Bai hurriedly looked above the glove compartment in the car. He picked up his phone and turned on the screen. He saw that the caller ID was "President Nan". Why is the president calling me at this time? If I answer the president's call, won't Miss Song know that the president has returned to Ancheng?

Assistant Bai watched his phone ringing but didn't answer it. Nan Zeyu, who couldn't get through the call, sat on the sofa in the villa with a frown. Why didn't Assistant Bai answer the phone? The phone kept ringing over and over again, but Nan Zeyu didn't hear the sound of Assistant Bai answering the phone.

Assistant Bai, you'd better not answer the phone if you have anything to say, otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk. Nan Zeyu frowned and walked upstairs with a cold expression. He went back to his room, took out new clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom.

About half an hour later, the traffic on Ancheng Bridge was finally cleared. Song Yuyan looked at Assistant Bai and asked in confusion: Assistant Bai, who called you? Why didn't you answer? I saw your phone kept ringing. Assistant Bai looked at Song Yuyan behind him and lied: You dialed the wrong number. I don't even know that number. Really, the traffic is cleared!

Assistant Bai saw that someone was driving on the bridge. He held the steering wheel and drove at a steady speed. Song Yuyan was still thinking about Wen Zichen's invitation to dinner on the weekend. She always felt that Wen Zichen was different from the domineering president and his gentleness made her uncomfortable. She should be more careful about him.