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

Song Yuyan bit her lip and lowered her eyes. It was impossible. She was asked to call him Ah Yu. This clearly sounded like a nickname between lovers. Could she really not say it? Nan Zeyu's strength was so strong that he almost pressed her waist so hard that she couldn't bear it. She raised her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu in front of her. His eyes were cold and his pupils were looking at her deeply.

Nan Zeyu looked at the sweet girl in front of him with a slightly red face, tightly bitten lips and frowned brows. He held her chin and forced Song Yuyan's eyes to look at her. A trace of confusion flashed in Song Yuyan's eyes. Nan Zeyu gently touched her little face with his warm big hand and said: You have no right to resist me. The reason why I don't like you to call me a domineering president is that I think these two words are too unfamiliar...

The man's voice, cold as ice yet domineering, echoed beside Song Yuyan's earlobe. Song Yuyan twisted her body uncomfortably, and Nan Zeyu clamped the girl's upright chin with greater force. Song Yuyan frowned even tighter. It hurt so much, she felt like suffocating. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Song Yuyan closed her eyes. Nan Zeyu tilted his head and looked at her with her eyes closed. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her face flushed, and her brows knitted. Didn't this little girl want him to be more intimate? Nan Zeyu suddenly felt depressed. He took his hand from Song Yuyan's chin and turned to leave.

Suddenly, Song Yuyan opened her watery eyes, looked at Nan Zeyu's profile and whispered: Just once, I will scream once, listen carefully. Song Yuyan clenched her fists at the hem of her clothes, opened her eyes wide, and said to Nan Zeyu who had stopped: That, ah, ah ah...Ah Yu.

The voice was neither loud nor soft, sweet as honey and with a hint of stubbornness. Nan Zeyu curled his lips and slowly turned around to look at Song Yuyan who was leaning against the wall. Her voice was really too sweet. He wanted to hear her scream a few more times, but... It's okay, there is a long time to come, take it slowly. Nan Zeyu whispered to the bewildered Song Yuyan: I heard you, Xiaoyan.

The man's cold but gentle voice reached Song Yuyan's ears. Song Yuyan exhaled and quickly ran around Nan Zeyu. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's trotting figure and said, "Girl, I must make you belong to me wholeheartedly. Now, it's just the beginning!"

After finishing her meal, Song Yuyan walked up the stairs quickly. She stared blankly at the staircase corridor in the villa. Is it necessary for this corridor to be so long? It was like a movie star walking on the red carpet. Song Yuyan's eyes scanned every door in the corridor. She remembered the color of her room's door was...

Song Yuyan walked forward a few steps and saw a room with an ivory door. She tried to turn the doorknob and the door opened immediately. Song Yuyan walked into the room quickly and closed the door. Song Yuyan walked into the room and sat on a large cherry blossom pink sofa. There was a cherry blossom pattern on the side of the sofa and the pillow was also pink. She sat on the sofa and pressed the elasticity of the sofa with her palm. The sofa was extremely soft.

Song Yuyan sat for a while, then stood up and walked to the closet door beside the bed. She slowly opened the door, and what came into view was a whole array of winter dress sets, some long, some mid-length, some slim-fit, some fitted, all in various styles, all in warm colors. Could it be that these dress sets were also prepared for me by his mother?

Song Yuyan picked out a slim dress with an apricot scarf collar from the closet. The dress just reached her ankles and the fur inside was apricot, which was not prickly to the touch. Song Yuyan looked down, where there were pajamas, pajamas, nightgowns, bras and panties, all arranged in a matched manner. Song Yuyan picked up a set of bras and panties.

She closed the closet door and walked quickly into the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door. The chandelier in the bathroom was also pink. She looked up at the chandelier and didn't feel it was dazzling. The light was very good and it felt comfortable on her eyes. Song Yuyan turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and the faucet was automatically filled with hot water. Song Yuyan was stunned.

The faucet in her bathroom had to be adjusted to hot and cold water, but at the boss's villa, it was all automatic and there was no need to adjust the hot and cold water. The hot water quickly filled the bathtub. Song Yuyan took off her clothes and slowly walked into the bathtub. The bathtub was filled with mist, which almost made her panic. She lay in the bathtub and wet her body.

Next to it was a small cabinet filled with shower gels of various scents, flower petals and essential oils. Song Yuyan glanced around and couldn't understand a single word. They were all in English, which made her dizzy. Was it so difficult to take a bath?

Song Yuyan picked up a bottle of shower gel, a wooden box of flower petals and a small bottle of essential oil. Suddenly, the bathtub was filled with a charming fragrance. Song Yuyan looked at herself wrapped in white foam in the bathtub with a smile in her eyes. She sniffed and it was so fragrant. She didn't know what the smell was, but it was very fragrant.

Song Yuyan cleaned the foam in the bathtub, closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the bathtub. Suddenly, a baffle popped out, followed by a huge screen on it. The screen played soothing, melodious and refreshing music. Song Yuyan spread her arms and placed them horizontally on both sides of the bathtub. Perhaps, this is what "the human voice is like a dream" means!

On the other side, Nan Zeyu had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He suddenly thought of a good idea. He walked to the luxurious black and gold sofa in the room and sat on the sofa. The mobile phone was in the gap between the sofa. He took the phone and dialed Assistant Bai's mobile number while wiping his wet hair with a white towel. The call was answered by Assistant Bai.

Nan Zeyu's eyes tightened, and he said in a cold voice: Get me some information about the job openings that the Nan Group is looking for, and post this recruitment information on the homepage of the "Ancheng First Line" website. Assistant Bai, you know the salary conditions, so I don't need to say more, and be quick! Assistant Bai on the other end of the phone looked at the phone with a puzzled look on his face. Is the president going to recruit new employees again?

Assistant Bai did not dare to neglect it at all, and said to President Nan on the other end of the phone! OK, I got it, President. After hanging up the phone, Nan Zeyu continued to wipe the water drops from his hair with a white towel. The man's handsome face was full of evil charm. Very good, when you come to the interview and see that I am the president of the company, what will your reaction be? Song Yuyan.

Nan Zeyu's mouth corners kept rising. He imagined how Song Yuyan would look when she saw him as the president of the company. His eyes were full of anticipation. The reason why Nan Zeyu did this was that he wanted to see him every day. He wiped his lips with his beautiful fingers, where her scent was still. He wanted to taste her sweetness bit by bit.

Time passed quickly. It was Saturday, and Song Yuyan got up very early. She got up from the bed, put on her slippers, walked into the bathroom, and washed quickly. After washing, Song Yuyan walked out of the bathroom quickly and ran to the dressing table. The dressing table in the room was also very large, with white and pink colors, and was inlaid with various bow wood carvings. The dressing table was filled with combs of various colors.

Below is the facial mask cabinet, makeup cabinet, skin care cabinet, and hairdressing cabinet. Song Yu's eyes are dizzy. Is it necessary to have so many colors on a dressing table? Unable to understand the thoughts of rich people, she picked up the sky blue carved comb, gently combed her scalp, and then tied a side low ponytail. Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by the homepage of "Ancheng First Line".

She had a habit. No matter how busy she was every day, she would always look at the front page of Ancheng First Line, which was filled with all the news and information about Ancheng, including construction and entertainment news, beauty tips, etc. Song Yuyan put down her comb, picked up her mobile phone, and adjusted the homepage to the maximum.

It showed that the salary for the "Nan Group is offering a high salary for the secretary position" was over 10 yuan. Song Yuyan's heart started beating faster when she saw it. It included two days off a week, annual leave, travel during holidays, etc. But when Song Yuyan saw the column about education, she felt disappointed. The education requirement was a double degree, and it would be best if the girl was a student who had returned from abroad and was proficient in various business skills. She was a college student, and she hadn't graduated yet.

Seeing the bottom, Song Yuyan's pupils suddenly dilated. There was an urgent position for a typist. No high education was required. As long as you could type, type fast, and write texts, the salary would be more than 5 yuan. Song Yuyan took her phone and looked at herself in the mirror. Typist, why don't I apply for the job? Song Yuyan looked at her phone. The time on her phone showed that it was almost 8 o'clock...

How about not going to the coffee shop today to do odd jobs? She wants to try her best to apply for the so-called Nan Group. If she fails, she will give up. If she wins... she will just think of it as her going to work for a big company in advance. After all, she really doesn't want to miss out on the Nan Group. She can't make more than 10,000 yuan even if she works odd jobs every week...

Song Yuyan took off her side ponytail, re-combed her hairstyle into a professional style, and then put on some light peach makeup, especially the peach-colored lipstick, which looked like a fresh peach on her lips, exuding a charming peach scent. After dressing up, Song Yuyan took her bag, opened the door, and walked down the stairs.

After going downstairs, Song Yuyan did not see Nan Zeyu. Ye Mingxuan was sitting in the dining room. Song Yuyan walked over with a sweet smile on her face. Ye Mingxuan got up from the chair and pulled Song Yuyan to sit on the chair. Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan with a gentle smile and said: Xiaoyu, he just left for work. Are you going anywhere today? Xiaoyan

Song Yuyan was eating seafood porridge on the table, looking up at Ye Mingxuan obediently and said sweetly: "Yes, Aunt Ye, I'm going out for a while." Ye Mingxuan nodded, gently touched Song Yuyan's hair, looked at Song Yuyan tenderly and said: "Okay, then let Butler Long drive you there. This is a villa area, it's difficult to drive a car, and you are not familiar with it. What if you get lost?"

Song Yuyan thought about it and realized that this villa area was so big. What if she got lost by feeling? Song Yuyan straightened up, swallowed the seafood meat in her mouth, and said incoherently: "Okay, Aunt Ye, this seafood porridge is delicious. What kind of seafood is it made of?"

Ye Mingxuan smiled at Song Yuyan and said patiently: "It's made with fresh, top-quality and precious seafood. Do you like it? If you like it, eat more, Xiaoyan." As she spoke, Ye Mingxuan used the golden spoon in the pot to pour all the seafood porridge into Song Yuyan's bowl. Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan with a look of shock on her face, and then buried her head to eat the seafood porridge in the bowl.

After breakfast, Ye Mingxuan took Song Yuyan's arm and walked out of the villa. A Bentley was parked at the door. Ye Mingxuan opened the back door for Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan got in the car. Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan and said gently: "Don't play too late. Come back early, Xiaoyan." Song Yuyan looked at Ye Mingxuan sweetly and smiled: "I know, Aunt Ye."

As the Bentley drove out of the Ancheng Villa Road, Song Yu looked at Butler Long and whispered: "Well, take me to the Nan Group!" Butler Long was shocked. Nan Group, isn't that the young master's company? How did this lady know about it? But Butler Long didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and looked at Song Yuyan and said solemnly: "Okay, Miss Song!"

Afterwards, Butler Long drove the Bentley to Nan’s Group. More than half an hour later, the Bentley stopped in front of the gate of Nan’s Group. Song Yuyan took her bag and opened the car door. She looked at Butler Long calmly and said, “Butler Long, I’ll be back soon. Please wait for me here!”

Butler Long hesitated for a moment, then said to Song Yuyan: "Okay, Miss Song." Song Yuyan got out of the car and walked into the Nan Group wearing more than 10 cm pointed high heels. The Nan Group was indeed extraordinary, and the front desk was so huge. She walked straight to the elevator. Suddenly, a staff member at the front desk who was dressed very charmingly called Song Yuyan and said: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? What can I do for you? Do you have an appointment?"

Song Yuyan stopped and walked quickly to the front desk. She looked at the woman with heavy eye makeup and said softly, "Hello, I don't know. I'm here to apply for a job. May I ask which floor the job is on?" The woman looked at Song Yuyan and said coldly, "So you're here to apply for a job. It's on the 13th floor. Turn left after you get out of the elevator and you'll find the third office."

After listening to this, Song Yuyan quickly ran to the elevator entrance. She pressed the elevator button nervously. After a while, the elevator door opened and Song Yuyan quickly walked into the elevator. Song Yuyan was stunned again. The elevator was so big and there were mirrors on all four sides, which made her not used to it. She pressed the 13th floor button with her finger and looked straight at the number keys on the elevator button.