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

Song Yuyan sat on the sofa thinking about the fact that he hadn't come to her room for the past three days. As she thought about it, tears started to flow from her eyes. Why? What had she done wrong? Why did she have to be in a cold war with him? Didn't he see that Xia Rounuan had other intentions towards him that night? Or...

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Song Yuyan wiped her tears, stood up from the sofa in a daze, and walked back to her room. Suddenly, she remembered that she had not taken a shower yet. Then, she walked to the closet, opened the door, and took out her clothes.

In the bathroom, Song Yuyan sank herself under the bathtub. The hot water in the bathtub and the tears in her eyes merged into the bathtub. She was really confused now. Today was the third day, and she still didn't hear him knocking on the door. Was he going to continue the cold war with her?

Song Yuyan closed her eyes and covered her ears. Nan Zeyu and Ye Mingxuan returned to the villa. Outside the villa, Nan Zeyu's dark eyes were fixed on Ye Mingxuan who was sitting in the passenger seat. He said coldly: "Mom, why didn't you send Xiaoyan to the hospital when she had a high fever that day? Instead, you asked Dr. Jiang to come to the villa..."

Ye Mingxuan immediately turned her head, looked at her son Xiaoyu in confusion and asked: You even asked me, don’t you know why she has a high fever? How can you be a boyfriend? I ask you, why didn’t you knock on Xiaoyan’s door.

When Nan Zeyu heard this, he immediately became furious. He looked at his mother calmly and said, "Didn't I knock on the door? That night I sent Xiao Nuan home, and when I came back I went upstairs and knocked on her door. I knocked several times, but she didn't open the door. What could I do?"

Nan Zeyu had a cold face and didn't want to talk to Ye Mingxuan. He didn't know what to do now. He frowned, opened the door of the back parking space, got out of the car quickly, and ran to the door of the villa. Aunt Li came out. Nan Zeyu looked at Aunt Li with a cold face and said coldly: Aunt Li, has Xiaoyan come downstairs?

Aunt Li looked at Master Nan, whose face was cold and frightened her. She looked at him nervously and said tremblingly: "No, no, no, Master, Miss Song has not come downstairs. I don't know what happened to her."

Li's mother didn't say much, so she opened the door of the villa. He walked quickly into the back garden of the villa, then walked to the door of the villa and went upstairs. Nan Zeyu walked to the door of Song Yuyan's room. He twisted the door handle with his big hand, but the door handle was locked. He was very anxious, and Li's mother also ran up at this time.

Li Ma walked to Master Nan's side. Nan Zeyu looked at Li Ma with a cold face and scolded her: "Hurry up and open the door, Li Ma, can't you read her face?" Li Ma was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly reached into her trouser pocket and took out the key.

Seeing this, Nan Zeyu snatched the golden key from Li Ma's hand, aimed it, and then opened the door. He nervously broke into Song Yuyan's room, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then went to her room, the study, and the projection room, but didn't see anyone. "Song Yuyan, where are you? Come out quickly. I'm back. I'm back after I'm done with my work," Nan Zeyu murmured to himself as he searched in the room.

Song Yuyan fell asleep in the bathtub without realizing it, her legs exposed in the air, her arms resting on the side in the bathtub. Nan Zeyu was about to leave the room, his eyes looked towards the bathroom, he walked over quickly and found that the door was closed.

Nan Zeyu opened the bathroom door and walked into the bathroom. He found the bathroom filled with steam, blurry and unclear, as if he had entered a fairyland. He walked towards the bathtub, staring at it, and found the jade arms and snow-white legs in the bathtub.

He frowned, and Aunt Li also came in. She looked at Young Master Nan and said timidly: Young Master, Young Master, Miss Song, I'm afraid she has fallen asleep, what should we do? Nan Zeyu frowned, turned his eyes to Aunt Li and said coldly: Put on her underwear and other things, I will carry her out later, hurry up.

Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom quickly, leaving Li Ma in the bathroom. Li Ma sighed, rolled up her sleeves, frowned, pulled the towel cabinet next to the bathtub, and took out a long white bath towel. She lowered her head, pulled Song Yuyan out from under the bathtub, patted her wet face and said: Wake up, wake up, Miss Song, I am Li Ma!

Mother Li had no choice but to hold Song Yuyan's arms with both arms, pull her up, take the bath towel, wipe the water droplets on her body, then carry Song Yuyan out of the bathtub, support her, take the clothes, and put on underwear and a purple lace miniskirt nightgown for Song Yuyan.

Nan Zeyu was outside the bathroom, looking at his watch. Why did it take so long? Is it done yet? He was about to open the door when he saw Li Ma carrying Song Yuyan out of the bathroom. Nan Zeyu stared at Song Yuyan who was being dragged by Li Ma. Her neck and collarbone were exposed, and her legs were tightly wrapped in her nightgown.

The proud breasts squeezed out a conspicuous ravine, revealing the edge of the flesh-colored underwear... Nan Zeyu's face darkened. What kind of pajamas is she holding... Why? Looking at Master Nan with a gloomy face, Aunt Li handed the bath towel in her hand to Master Nan and said: Master, do you need me next?

Nan Zeyu took the long bath towel handed over by Li Ma without even looking at her, wrapped Song Yuyan tightly, and then picked her up sideways. Nan Zeyu glanced at Li Ma behind him and said in a calm voice: I'll do it from now on, you go to bed, Li Ma.

Nan Zeyu carried Song Yuyan into the room, turned on the lamp on her bedside table, and gently carried her to the bed, letting her lean her whole body against the bed. He sat on the bed, looking coldly at Song Yuyan, who had her eyes closed and water droplets still on her face. He gently wiped the water droplets on her face and pushed aside her bangs.

I shouldn't have been in a cold war with her. She must have been feeling very uncomfortable these days. He looked at his watch. It was already 12 o'clock. He had to get up early to go to the company tomorrow, but she was like this now... Song Yuyan's body, wearing a sexy nightgown, was wrapped in a white bath towel. Nan Zeyu made up his mind and decided to stay in her room tonight.

He took the quilt from the bed and covered her shoulders with it, then I got up and walked out of the room. Nan Zeyu walked quickly to the bathroom and took a shower as fast as he could. In the bathroom, the water flowing under the shower head woke Nan Zeyu up. He quickly rinsed the foam off his body. After taking a shower, Nan Zeyu walked quickly out of the bathroom.

When he walked into the room, he saw Song Yuyan lying on the bed. He walked over quickly, lifted her up gently, and placed her on the pillow. He pulled the bath towel off her body, covered her with the quilt, and turned on the air conditioner in her room to the heating mode.

At night, the cold wind from the floor-to-ceiling window kept blowing into the room, and Nan Zeyu shivered violently from the cold. He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and closed the door tightly. If she caught a cold, it would be bad. It would be better if she had a fever. He didn't want her to catch a cold again.

Nan Zeyu sat on the bed, his deep black pupils staring directly at the lovely girl sleeping on the bed. No matter when, sleeping was irrelevant to her. It seemed that sleeping was a good thing for her. Even if the sky fell, as long as she fell asleep, she would not know what happened...

Nan Zeyu held her little hand tightly in his big palm and rubbed it gently. After not seeing each other for a few days, her little hand had become much colder. He rubbed it and breathed on her little hand. It was minus 3 degrees Celsius today and Ancheng was almost frozen. No wonder her little hand had no warmth at all.

Song Yuyan frowned, opened her red lips slightly, and suddenly cursed: Nan Zeyu, you stinky shit, dead man, dog man, bad man, you are giving me the cold war, how can you do this? But, what did I do wrong, why do you have to give me the cold war?

The decibel almost broke Nan Zeyu's eardrum. His handsome face was stunned, and he looked at Song Yuyan who suddenly started cursing. He frowned, wondering if she was not asleep. Nan Zeyu leaned over and looked at Song Yuyan with heavy eyes. Her red lips were half open, her brows were furrowed, and her mouth was puffed.

Nan Zeyu frowned helplessly. She could scold me even when she was sleeping. It seemed that she was very angry. Nan Zeyu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the WeChat interface, found Song Yuyan's WeChat, and transferred 30 yuan to her. On the sofa, Song Yuyan's mobile phone made a sound, but Nan Zeyu didn't hear it.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with a worried look on his face and said, "I don't know how to comfort you, so I transferred 30 yuan to you via WeChat as an apology fee. I hope you won't be angry when you see it when you wake up." He stared at Song Yuyan all night and didn't dare to wake her up.

It was not until 1 a.m. that Nan Zeyu felt sleepy. He covered his mouth, stood up, walked out of the room, went to the sofa, and lay down heavily on it. Then, he looked towards the door of the room until his eyelids could no longer bear it and he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Nan Zeyu woke up at 7 o'clock. He got up from the sofa, walked into the room, and saw Song Yuyan lying on her back on the bed with the quilt fallen to one side. He walked over and covered Song Yuyan with the quilt again.

Nan Zeyu lay down beside Song Yuyan, his handsome eyes looking at Song Yuyan's little face tenderly. She looked so cute when she was sleeping. Nan Zeyu couldn't help but poke her cheeks with his fingers. The soft and tender touch made his throat tighten.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan's red lips again, and gently pressed his thin lips on her red lips, kissing her gently. Song Yuyan felt as if there was a piece of ice on the edge of her lips, which was a little bit hard on her teeth. She licked it. What was on her lips? Why was it so cold? She bit it hard...

Nan Zeyu felt a pain under his thin lips and immediately let go of her. Oh my god, she bit him again... Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with cold eyes. I'll remember this, Song Yuyan, when you wake up, I'll show you how I'll deal with you. Nan Zeyu got out of bed with an angry face. He walked quickly to the bathroom and ran to the sink.

After a careful inspection, he saw that one side of his thin lower lip was red. He turned on the faucet and washed it gently. After washing, Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom with a cold face. He sat coldly on the sofa in the room and looked at his watch again. It was already 7:.

Yesterday seemed like Saturday. Logically, Song Yuyan was supposed to go to work at his company today. Nan Zeyu quickly got up from the sofa and walked into her room quickly. With a sullen face, he looked at Song Yuyan and said coldly: Song Yuyan, wake up, immediately, now, right now, today is Sunday, don't forget!

Suddenly, Song Yuyan's eyes suddenly opened, and she saw Nan Zeyu standing coldly in her room. She was so scared that she immediately sat up from the bed, and looked at Nan Zeyu nervously with her watery eyes and said in surprise: What are you doing in my room? What are you doing, how did you get in, and when did you get in...

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan helplessly, frowned, and said coldly: Of course, let Aunt Li open the door with the key. Don't forget, today is Sunday, get up quickly. After speaking, Nan Zeyu was about to turn around. Song Yuyan's eyes turned, and suddenly, she thought of something, stood up, and shouted at Nan Zeyu: You still have the nerve to come to my room, why don't you get out of here, am I not an eyesore to you?

As she said that, Song Yuyan was about to jump off the bed. Nan Zeyu turned around quickly, pulled Song Yuyan off the bed, and without saying a word, he lifted her chin with anger and pressed it on her red lips. Song Yuyan waved her hands around in anger, and Nan Zeyu grabbed her waving hands tightly and held her palms.

This kiss was filled with punishment, anger and apology, from the initial attack to the furious biting, and finally to the cautious light kiss. The whole kiss made Song Yuyan dizzy. Nan Zeyu placed his big hand on her lower back, gently holding her small waist and increasing the strength.

Nan Zeyu didn't let go of Song Yuyan until she was almost unable to breathe from the kiss. Song Yuyan was stunned, looking at the unbelievably handsome man in front of her with a puzzled look. Her eyes flashed, she covered her head and took a few steps back to look at Nan Zeyu and said: You are not, you are not... having a cold war with me? Why are you...

Nan Zeyu frowned and was about to step forward. Song Yuyan stared at Nan Zeyu and said loudly: Nan Zeyu, don't think you can get away with it. Don't think that I will, I will, I will... Before Song Yuyan could finish the rest of the words, Nan Zeyu took a quick step forward and pushed Song Yuyan back.