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

Song Yuyan walked over, her eyes full of water as she looked at Nan Zeyu's profile. She looked at him and called softly: "Ayu, are you satisfied?" Nan Zeyu turned his dark eyes to look at Song Yuyan. He looked at her indifferently and said: "Very satisfied, Miss Song Yuyan, tell me how long you have been secretly making it."

Song Yuyan lowered her head and said nothing. Nan Zeyu understood what she meant and did not ask any more questions. Nan Zeyu stayed in Song Yuyan's room until after 12 o'clock before leaving. When he left, he still held the music box made by Song Yuyan tightly in his hand. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu and said sweetly: Do you want to pretend that you don't know that this is a birthday gift I made for you? You can take it out on your birthday, but you can only see it, okay?

Nan Zeyu turned his head and looked at the girl's eyes that were as clear and transparent as water. His eyes softened and he looked at Song Yuyan and said: "Okay, I'll listen to you, Xiaoyan, but I tell you, I really like the music box you made for me. Don't think your music box is unattractive. It is the most beautiful gift in the world to me!"

Song Yuyan's pupils suddenly widened, and she looked at Nan Zeyu in disbelief. The tone, demeanor, and expression when he said this gave her a slight sense of happiness. Could it be that he really liked the music box I made for him? Wouldn't he feel embarrassed to show it off?

Nan Zeyu noticed the slight disappointment that flashed across Song Yuyan's eyes, and he quickly hugged Song Yuyan gently into his arms. Song Yuyan was startled and stretched out her hands to hug his neck. Nan Zeyu's sexy and low voice rubbed back and forth against her ear bones, and then he said sexily: It's yours, I like it all, Xiaoyan.

Song Yuyan's face flushed red, and she buried her head in his shoulder. Nan Zeyu's mouth curved into a happy smile. He had already made up his mind to confess his love to her solemnly at his birthday dinner. He wanted to have her and didn't even want her to go to school. However, Nan Zeyu would not do that. He respected her choice.

Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan for a long time before slowly letting her go. When he let go, he found that Song Yuyan had closed her eyes again. What a girl, has she fallen asleep again? Nan Zeyu had no choice but to put the music box next to the floor, picked her up gently, and carried her back to her room.

Nan Zeyu covered Song Yuyan with a quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her face hidden by her long hair. She was so sweet that he wanted to kiss her hard anytime and anywhere. Thinking of this, Nan Zeyu moved closer to her cheek, stared at her half-open red lips with his thin lips, and gently pressed down. He just kissed her gently, not daring to move too much for fear of waking her up.

Nan Zeyu only gave Song Yuyan a light kiss, but it made her fall in love with him. She suddenly opened her lips, and his infatuated eyes looked at her sleeping face. This... Nan Zeyu figured something out, so he went straight into Song Yuyan's lips and teeth. Song Yuyan did not resist, she just enjoyed this moment obediently.

The smile on Nan Zeyu's lips became more and more intense. Pretending to sleep, right? Song Yuyan. Nan Zeyu bit her lower lip as if to punish her, and then reluctantly let her go. Song Yuyan only felt a slight pain in her lower lip. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't let him know that she was actually pretending to sleep.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with heavy eyes, kissed her lower lip again and said: I'm leaving, Xiaoyan, good night! After that, Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan deeply again, then he stood up from her bed, then turned around and walked out of Song Yuyan's room, and Nan Zeyu gently closed the door for her.

When Song Yuyan heard that there was no sound from him, she quickly opened her eyes and touched her lower lip. It was warm and had his taste on it. She smiled even sweeter and her face turned pink. She felt that the relationship between her and Nan Zeyu had heated up again...

Song Yuyan patted her face. What the hell? Heating up... Could it be that she was to Nan Zeyu? No, no, no, she woke up instantly. She sat up from the bed, ran to the door barefoot, opened the door, and saw that Nan Zeyu was no longer outside. It seemed that he had returned to his room.

When she thought of him saying he liked the music box she made, she felt so happy. She didn't know why, but she felt happy inexplicably. Nan Zeyu sneaked downstairs. He looked left to make sure that there was no one in the corridor. He walked quickly to the door, opened it, walked into the room, and closed the door.

Walking into the room with the jet-black music box in his hand, Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at his room. He walked to the French window and locked the music box made by Song Yuyan into a large black and gold cabinet next to it. Through the black and gold cabinet door, Nan Zeyu looked at the music box inside. He would never forget this music box because it was the first time he felt that such a valuable gift!

Time soon came to the 31st. Song Yuyan returned to the villa after class every day, but she did not see the servants in the villa discussing Nan Zeyu's birthday. She felt it was a little strange, but it didn't matter. Anyway, his birthday present had been given to him in advance, and Nan Zeyu liked it very much.

Winter came in January and it was even colder. Song Yuyan's skirts became thicker. She really liked wearing skirts, and Nan Zeyu knew it, so her closet was full of dress sets. The Ancheng Meteorological Station reported that it would snow in a few days. Song Yuyan sat in the back seat of the Ferrari and listened to the weather station report on her mobile phone.

Song Yuyan frowned, and she looked at Nan Zeyu who was driving the car in the passenger seat and said: "Ayu, it will snow in a few days. I am looking forward to the snow in Ancheng. Are you looking forward to it?" Nan Zeyu drove the car, glanced behind him, and said in a cold voice: "I am looking forward to it. If you like snow, you don't have to go to class that day. How about we enjoy the snow?"

Song Yuyan looked out the window with expectant eyes. No classes that day? Enjoying the snow... Nan Zeyu saw that Song Yuyan didn't say anything, which meant that she agreed. His whole face smiled. Recently, he has been studying how to express his feelings in a way that will make the other party agree. Don't look at Nan Zeyu as a cold person. If you really want him to express his feelings, he really can't do it. He still looks at the Internet.

The next day was the 2nd, and it was colder than yesterday. When Song Yuyan walked on the campus, she could feel the biting cold wind, the kind that could freeze and paralyze the bone nerves in her bone marrow. Today she was wearing a very thick black down jacket, which was windproof and did a great job of blocking the wind. She walked into the classroom shivering.

At noon, she had lunch that Li's mother had prepared for her early in the morning. There were seafood stewed noodles, Australian lobster steamed soup, and a bowl of abalone sauce meatball soup with rice. The abalone sauce was from the precious abalone. All the juice was squeezed out and sprinkled on the edges of the big white meatballs. The soup and rice made her feel very full.

In the evening, they didn't cook dinner in the villa, but had hot pot instead. Because the weather was too cold, the whole villa was heated. When Song Yuyan walked into the villa, she felt a warm feeling in the villa. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with a handsome face coldly and said: The heating is on, so it's so warm, Xiaoyan.

Song Yuyan nodded and followed Nan Zeyu to the dining room. As soon as she entered the dining room, she saw Aunt Li appear at the dining table. Aunt Li looked at the young master gently and said: Young Master, I didn’t cook today, I made hot pot, you have to wait a moment.

Nan Zeyu nodded, walked to his seat, and pulled out a chair. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu blankly and said, "Are we having hot pot tonight?" Ah Yu, what about the hot pot? Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with a dim gaze and whispered, "Didn't you hear what Aunt Li said? The hot pot will take a while." Xiaoyan

More than an hour later, many servants came to the dining room with big hot pots in their hands. Nan Zeyu saw it and quickly pulled Song Yuyan up. He pulled Song Yuyan behind him. Song Yuyan stared at the hot pots on the table without blinking. Nan Zeyu looked at Li Ma who came over and said coldly: There are so many hot pots, Li Ma?

Li Ma looked up at the young master and said carefully: "It's just right, everything is ready, young master." Li Ma walked to the dining table, took a piece of white cloth, and opened the hot pot lid. In an instant, the hot steam from the hot pot boiled out, bringing with it the fragrance of the hot pot ingredients inside.

Song Yuyan stood behind Nan Zeyu, looking towards the dining table, pointing at the many hot pots. After Li Ma opened all the hot pot lids, she looked at everyone and said gently: These are all ingredients that everyone likes. Each person has a pot and eat slowly.

When Song Yuyan heard this, she was stunned. How could they finish all the food with one pot each? At the table, Nan Zeyu, Song Yuyan, Delis, and Jackson were all eating the special winter hot pot made by Li Ma. Song Yuyan's mouth was full of sauce, and she used chopsticks to stir the ingredients in the hot pot.

There were 10 dishes in total, with seafood being the most, meat accounting for 3%, and vegetables as a portion. Song Yudao was sweating profusely while eating, and her adrenaline glands were excited. It was delicious. She was eating the sweet and sour hot pot base. She picked up the large piece of tripe at the bottom of the hot pot with chopsticks and was about to put it in her mouth when she looked up and saw Nan Zeyu with a confused expression on his face while eating.

Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu and said softly: What's wrong? Ah Yu, is the hot pot not to your taste? Nan Zeyu frowned, glanced at Song Yuyan and said lightly: It's okay, it's just too hot. Song Yuyan burst out laughing, looked at Nan Zeyu and said: Hot pot is hot, how can it be called hot pot if it's not hot? You don't even know this, do you?

Nan Zeyu's face darkened, and his brows furrowed even more tightly. It was 10 o'clock in the evening when they finished eating hot pot. Song Yuyan patted her full belly, stood up from the chair, looked at Nan Zeyu with bright eyes and said: I'll go upstairs first, I'm so full, I need to digest it for a while, Ayu.

After saying that, Song Yuyan pulled out a chair, held her waist and walked out of the dining room. After Nan Zeyu finished eating the hot pot, he didn't stay in the dining room for long. He got up and walked out of the dining room and went upstairs. Thinking of what Song Yuyan said to him when they were eating hot pot, he felt that he really didn't understand too much. He really had never eaten hot pot before. He had only eaten ridiculously expensive dishes. How could he know that hot pot was like this?

Finally, it's the 3rd. Today is Nan Zeyu's birthday, so the Nan Group has a day off today. All the employees in the company got up early, did skin care, did their hair, put on makeup, picked out dresses, and went to Nan's villa to attend the birthday dinner in the evening.

In the villa, Li's mother got up early at 5:. Other servants were busy in the kitchen. Outside the villa, other servants were preparing fruits, desserts and small cakes of various flavors for the birthday dinner. Li's mother hurried in and out, running from the kitchen to the back garden of the villa, without stopping.

Song Yuyan just woke up from the bed, went into the bathroom to wash up, and walked out of the bathroom when the door was knocked violently. Song Yuyan walked to the door and opened it, and saw Wang Ma standing at the door. Song Yuyan looked at Wang Ma in surprise and asked: What's wrong? Wang Ma.

Wang Ma looked at Miss Song standing at the door and said hurriedly: "Everyone is busy in the villa, Miss Song, are you not ready yet? Today is our young master..." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the stairs. Song Yuyan and Wang Ma looked at the stairs at the same time, only to see Ye Mingxuan standing at the stairs in a noble, elegant and generous manner.

Song Yuyan opened the door with a sweet smile, and Ye Mingxuan walked over with a brisk pace. She looked at Song Yuyan and said gently: Xiaoyan, haven't you chosen the dress you want to wear tonight? I've chosen it for you. As she spoke, Ye Mingxuan held a long covered bag in her hand. She glanced at Wang Ma and said: Miss Song, I'll take care of this, you go and prepare the food for the dinner and the rest!

Aunt Wang looked at Madam Ye and said respectfully: "Okay, Madam, I'll go get busy first." In the room, Ye Mingxuan pulled Song Yuyan to the dressing table and asked her to sit on the chair. Song Yuyan said with a dull look on her face: "What are you doing?" Aunt Ye.

Ye Mingxuan looked at the sweet and dull Song Yuyan in the mirror and chuckled: "Just sit down, I will create another you for you at tonight's birthday dinner." Before Song Yuyan could speak, Ye Mingxuan looked at her and said: "Close your eyes, don't say anything, just feel it."

Song Yuyan suddenly became interested and closed her eyes. Ye Mingxuan combed Song Yuyan's long hair and then began to work on her hair and face. The birthday dinner started at 7pm and it was already noon time. Nan Zeyu didn't go to work today and was sleeping in his room.

Song Yuyan felt sleepy and fell asleep. Ye Mingxuan drew eyeliner, eyeshadow and inner eyeliner for Song Yuyan, which took 3 hours. Then she put on setting powder and lip makeup, which took more than 2 hours in total. Ye Mingxuan is very good at makeup and can do any makeup.