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

After a while, Nan Zeyu let go of Song Yuyan. His cold eyes scanned Song Yuyan from top to bottom. Today, she had a professional hairstyle with her bangs slightly combed upwards. Her peach lip color made her lips look plump and attractive, like a peach waiting to be picked. Her eyeshadow was just right, not too dark or too light, and her cheeks were lightly painted with peach blush.

Looking down, the black and white tight-fitting extended hip skirt makes her waist look slender and petite. The upper body is a white collared long shirt, and the lower body is a knee-length fluffy black hip skirt. She tucks the white shirt into the black hip skirt, which makes her chest look fuller, and the waist and leg lines are particularly perfect!

Nan Zeyu looked at her ankles. Song Yuyan was wearing pointed black high heels. The whole outfit was feminine and perfect! Nan Zeyu's eyes darkened. He looked at Song Yuyan and said in a hoarse voice: Who told you to wear this? What are you wearing? Xiaoyan

Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu's dark and cold face. What happened to her? Song Yuyan glanced at the white shirt and black hip skirt she was wearing. It was pretty good, except that it was a bit tight. Nan Zeyu's hand bones gradually tightened. He pulled Song Yuyan's arm and walked to the sofa.

Nan Zeyu pressed her on the sofa and sat opposite her. This little girl would not allow anyone to covet her figure. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu's office with a curious look in her eyes. It was too big. The desk was so long. She looked around and suddenly, her sight fell on a black and gold door frame beside the door.

Song Yuyan stood up and trotted over. Nan Zeyu turned around and looked at Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan walked to the black and gold door, which was covered with dense gold flashes. Behind her, Nan Zeyu's cold voice came: That's my lounge. I rest in there when I'm sleepy. Do you want to go in and take a look?

Nan Zeyu got up from the sofa and walked quickly towards Song Yuyan. He walked behind Song Yuyan and gently pushed the door with his big hand. The black gold door suddenly opened automatically from left to right. Song Yu walked inside. There was a pure white design, a big bed, a black floor-to-ceiling window, and looking to the left was a bathroom, a sofa and a workbench.

Song Yuyan's eyes were full of envy. What a big lounge. She looked up and saw a black crystal ceiling. She turned and looked at Nan Zeyu. The man was leaning against the workbench with his legs crossed. Song Yuyan walked forward and looked at Nan Zeyu with watery eyes and said, "Your lounge is so big. Do you usually rest here?" Ba... The president hasn't said it yet.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with anger in his eyes. Song Yuyan licked her lips and said, "Ayu." Nan Zeyu stood up, lifted Song Yuyan's jawbone, and forced her to look at him. Song Yuyan opened her innocent and puzzled eyes and met Nan Zeyu's deep and bottomless eyes. She was panicked, not knowing what she had said wrong again?

Nan Zeyu said softly with thin lips: Good, call me like that, I will call you Xiaoyan. Before Song Yuyan could react, he put Song Yuyan's arms on his strong waist, and then approached Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's panicked look with her eyes closed, and he hit Song Yuyan's forehead violently.

Song Yuyan opened her watery eyes, covered her forehead with her hands, and looked at Nan Zeyu with a look of pain: "Why did you hit my forehead? It hurts, I didn't even call you those two words." Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's face puffed up like a pufferfish as she covered her forehead with her hands. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, touched Song Yuyan's little face with his big hand, and looked at her forehead, which was as white as jade, and there was a little redness there.

Nan Zeyu held her forehead lovingly, looking at her carefully with his eyes, then gently kissed her reddened forehead with his thin lips. Song Yuyan's face flushed, and her cheek rested on Nan Zeyu's chest. She could hear his strong heartbeat through the fabric of his clothes. Nan Zeyu kissed her forehead for a long time before slowly letting go of Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan's cheeks flushed, and with her bright peach-colored lips, Nan Zeyu's eyes were stained with desire and said: You are tempting me like this, it is hard to guarantee that I will not do something to you? Song Yuyan was startled, and lowered her eyes to look at her collar. She didn't know when three buttons had fallen off, revealing a faint small panty with a light pink petal pattern, which made Song Yuyan's chest look as white as snow.

Song Yuyan quickly pushed Nan Zeyu away, then ran out of the lounge with a blushing face. She sat on the sofa and fanned her hot face with her palms. In the lounge, Nan Zeyu walked quickly to the bathroom. This little girl could easily arouse his desire. He turned on the shower head in the bathroom, took off his clothes, and took a shower from top to bottom.

An hour later, Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom. He put his palm on a password fingerprint lock next to the door. He placed five fingers on it and the door opened automatically. Nan Zeyu walked out of the lounge. Song Yuyan looked around the office in panic. Nan Zeyu walked to the sofa and sat next to Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan stood up and wanted to run, but Nan Zeyu pulled her, causing her feet to slip and she fell on Nan Zeyu's chest, with Song Yuyan on top and Nan Zeyu on the bottom. Song Yuyan looked at the handsome man with a calm face and wondered how his eyes could be so deep. She realized her gaffe and tried to stand up.

Nan Zeyu pulled Song Yuyan's small wrist, leaned over her ear and whispered: I'm sleepy, you can just lean on me and sleep for a while, okay? Xiaoyan. Song Yuyan felt itchy and slightly hot in her ears, she turned her face to the side and said in a muffled voice: No, I don't want this, my ears are uncomfortable. After that, Song Yuyan supported herself on both sides of the sofa with her hands, and then quickly got up.

Song Yuyan tidied up her messy white shirt and hip skirt, then stood up and walked to the sofa opposite. Nan Zeyu used his long legs to easily stand up from the sofa. Song Yu looked at Nan Zeyu opposite her. His eyes were indifferent and no emotion could be seen. But she wanted to leave now, wanted to leave the office...

Song Yuyan looked around the office and saw the clock on the wall to the right of the desk. It showed the time was half past six. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu and said hurriedly: "I'm leaving first. Ayu, is Butler Long still waiting for me downstairs in the company?"

Nan Zeyu's eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked at Song Yuyan and said calmly: "Then let Butler Long wait for me, Xiaoyan, I will be off work in a while." Nan Zeyu's voice was neither cold nor cold, but there was an irresistible deterrent force. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu with her watery eyes, pursed her pink lips and said: "Oh, then okay."

In the following time, Nan Zeyu sat at his desk, processing documents attentively, while Song Yuyan sat on the sofa bored. As she sat there, she felt her eyelids drooping. Unable to resist the sleepiness, she found a comfortable position and lay on the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.

After processing the documents, Nan Zeyu raised his eyes and saw the petite body sleeping on the sofa. He got up from the chair, walked over quickly, and gently covered Song Yuyan's legs with his brown long coat. He sat on the empty seat on the sofa, lowered his eyes, and gently pushed aside Song Yuyan's bangs with his palm. "Xiaoyan, I can see you every day now."

The man's eyes curved slightly, the corners of his mouth rose sharply, and a loving smile appeared on his handsome face as he looked at the sleeping girl. He would only smile at her when Song Yuyan didn't notice. He didn't know why. The man looked at Song Yuyan's sleeping face for a while, then walked back to the chair, sat down, and continued to write the approval documents related to the files with cold eyes.

The next morning, Song Yuyan woke up and looked at the room with dazed eyes. Last night, Nan Zeyu carried her back to the villa from the company. Song Yuyan sat on the bed, trying to recall what happened yesterday. Then, when she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the sofa in the villa, and then she saw Aunt Ye looking at her pretty face.

Song Yuyan knocked her head and closed her eyes in pain. How could she let Nan Zeyu carry her back from the company? It was really embarrassing, wasn't it? Song Yuyan quickly washed up, walked out of the bathroom, sat on the dressing table, and combed her hair. At this time, there was a knock on the door. She quickly stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Mother Li stood at the door and looked at Song Yuyan with a sharp gaze and said: "Miss Song, breakfast is ready. The young master asked me to tell you that after breakfast, you will go to work with him in the company." Song Yuyan was stunned. So soon? Go to work with him in his company?

Song Yuyan was startled, then she looked at Li Ma sweetly and said, "Okay, I know, Li Ma." Li Ma looked at Song Yuyan with a smile, then turned and left. Song Yuyan walked quickly to the closet, opened the closet door, and looked closely at the clothes in the closet. Since she was going to work today, what should she wear?

She looked at every carefully matched piece of clothing in the closet. Half an hour later, Song Yuyan came down from upstairs in a hurry. Nan Zeyu looked up at the stairs. Song Yuyan was wearing a black leather waist dress, a snow-white woolen sweater on the upper body, and a camel coat, which made her look pure, flawless, clean and sweet.

Song Yuyan walked to the dining room and sat on a chair. Nan Zeyu ate the corn noodles in the bowl, looked at Song Yuyan closely and said: "You are good at matching clothes, Xiaoyan, eat quickly, and go to work with me after eating." Song Yuyan didn't say anything, lowered her eyes, and looked at the food on the table. Such a rich breakfast?

Ye Mingxuan looked at Song Yuyan and said with a smile: "There are a lot of breakfasts. I don't know what you like. Eat more of what you like, Xiaoyan." Song Yuyan looked up at Ye Mingxuan. His mother smiled so beautifully every day. She was such a nice person. Song Yuyan smiled sweetly at Ye Mingxuan and said: "Okay, Aunt Ye, you should eat more too."

Nan Zeyu ate very quickly, finishing his breakfast in a few minutes. He stood up, looked at Song Yuyan and said softly: Come out when you are done, I will wait for you at the entrance of the villa. Song Yuyan heard what Nan Zeyu said, and ate the corn noodles in the bowl faster. Her face was red from eating, and then she swallowed all the noodles and stood up from the chair, looking at Ye Mingxuan and said in a slurred voice: Aunt Ye, I have finished eating, you eat slowly, by the way, I will go to work at the Nan headquarters from today, no more words, I will leave first.

Song Yuyan said while coughing: "I'm choking, I'm choking to death." She picked up a glass of fresh water and hot lemon juice on the dining table and drank it in one gulp. She felt her throat relieved, then turned around, took the bag hanging behind the chair, and ran quickly to the door of the villa.

Ye Mingxuan, who was eating breakfast, looked at Song Yuyan's hurried figure and said: "Xiaoyan, why is she running so fast? Xiaoyu is really urging this child so much. She just realized that Song Yuyan was wearing high heels. What if she accidentally sprained her ankle when running too fast? She was worried, frowned, got up from the chair, and trotted after her.

When Ye Mingxuan ran out of the villa, she saw the Ferrari driving away. Ye Mingxuan shook her head. Inside the Ferrari, Nan Zeyu was looking at the words on the laptop with a cold face. Song Yuyan was sitting in the car, looking out the window. Assistant Bai drove very steadily and would not brake suddenly even if he drove faster.

An hour later, the Ferrari stopped at the entrance of Nan Group. The man raised his eyes, closed his laptop, looked at Assistant Bai and said coldly: Assistant Bai, what day is it today? Assistant Bai quickly turned around and looked at President Nan and whispered: President Nan, today is Saturday, and tomorrow is Sunday. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan, and when Song Yuyan looked back, she met Nan Zeen's deep and cold eyes. She hurriedly picked up her bag and opened the car door.

Nan Zeyu frowned, am I so scary? Nan Zeyu got off the car and walked quickly to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan turned her head to look at the tall man next to her. She said sweetly: Ah Yu, I am not ready yet. Do I have to go to work today? Nan Zeyu raised his lips, walked to Song Yuyan, looked at her and said: What else, you passed the retest yesterday, you can go to work today.

The man's voice was cold and stern. His entire tall body covered Song Yuyan's shoulders, so Song Yuyan could only look up at Nan Zeyu. Song Yuyan walked into the entrance of Nan's Group at a leisurely pace. Behind her, Nan Zeyu followed behind her, looking at Song Yuyan's delicate waist. Damn, she's wearing a sweater, why is her waistline still so obvious?

Song Yuyan walked into the lobby of Nan Group nervously. Countless employees who were running past stopped and looked at Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan stared blankly at the front. Suddenly, a man's cold voice appeared in the lobby of the company and said coldly to the employees who were working: There is a new employee in the company, Song Yuyan, she is my good friend, please take care of her!

Song Yuyan's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Nan Zeyu. What did Nan Zeyu want to do?