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

Song Yuyan was actually not that angry anymore, but she just felt a sense of suffocation and blockage in her heart, especially as if something was blocking her heart and she couldn't get rid of it... She closed her eyes and said nothing. His deep black eyes looked at Song Yuyan's profile. He reached out his hand, wanting to touch her profile, but his hand stopped for some reason.

He stood up from the sofa, bent down, gently kissed Song Yuyan's half-exposed forehead, looked at her deeply, then turned and walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

Song Yuyan heard the sound of the door being gently closed. She opened her watery eyes, sat up, and looked at the door. Nan Zeyu, why are you unwilling to explain more to me? Am I not as important to you as Xia Rounuan is to you?

A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she then lay on the sofa, staring at the floor in a daze, until her eyelids became sleepy, and Song Yuyan fell into a deep sleep again.

She slept until 9 o'clock in the evening. Nan Zeyu ate dinner while picking up dishes with a cold face. What happened to Xiaoyan? She didn't come downstairs to eat again... I didn't say anything today? He frowned, his eyes dark and terribly dark.

The handsome face was so cold that it made people feel scared. Ye Mingxuan was eating. Seeing her son Xiaoyu's cold face, she put down her chopsticks and looked at Nan Zeyu worriedly, saying: Xiaoyu, what's wrong? Didn't Xiaoyan wake up? You don't look well?

Nan Zeyu didn't look up, his sunflower eyelashes trembled. While chewing the shrimp meat with sweet wine, he whispered with his thin lips: It's okay, Mom, I'm going upstairs after dinner, don't talk to me.

Ye Mingxuan was stunned. Her son Xiaoyu obviously had a cold expression on his face. She continued to pick up her chopsticks and eat. While eating, she looked at Nan Zeyu and found that he had a frown on his face, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

This... Didn't Xiaoyan wake up from acute enteritis? Why is Xiaoyu like this? After Nan Zeyu finished his meal, he pulled out his chair, stood up, and walked out of the restaurant quickly. When he was about to reach the stairs, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen again.

His deep black pupils looked at the large, neat and clean kitchen. He closed the kitchen door. In the room, Song Yuyan had been sleeping and had not woken up yet. The wind from the windowsill next to the sofa blew onto the sofa, whistling past with a sound. The wind was not loud, but it was very comfortable to feel.

More than an hour later, Nan Zeyu opened the kitchen door, walked out of the kitchen with a tray, and looked down at the tray, as if he was addicted to cooking. Especially when she was angry, he wanted to use food to shut her mouth and see if she would still be angry.

He had never been in a relationship, and he didn't know how to coax a girl, nor did he know how to say sweet words. Nan Zeyu only knew how to coax her with food. He twitched the corners of his mouth, hoping that she would calm down after seeing the dinner he made with his heart!

After Wang Ma cleaned up the table and carried the garbage to the kitchen, she saw Master Nan carrying a tray, walking with a heavy face. She followed him. Could it be that Master Nan and Miss Song were not in love? It shouldn't be, but Miss Song hadn't come downstairs...

She was just a servant, there was no need to take care of so many things, she should just do her own job, Wang Ma, turned around and walked to the kitchen, Nan Zeyu walked upstairs and came to the door of Song Yuyan's room, he frowned, no matter what, if she didn't eat the dinner he made, he would feed her!

Nan Zeyu was holding a tray in his hand and knocking gently on the door. Song Yuyan, who was sleeping comfortably, heard the knock on the door. She frowned unhappily, opened her watery eyes, and walked to the door barefoot.

When Song Yuyan opened the door, she saw Nan Zeyu standing outside with a tray. She looked at him indifferently, then turned around and walked towards the sofa. Nan Zeyu walked quickly into the room and slammed the door shut with his foot.

Song Yuyan had no interest in the dinner on the tray. She walked straight to the room. She walked into the room, turned on the light on the bedside table, lay down on the bed with a cold face, turned over, and didn't look at Nan Zeyu.

Nan Zeyu also walked into the room quickly. He frowned again. Does the little girl dislike him? She didn't even look at her. He was a little panicked. He put the dinner on the bedside table, walked over, and sat gently on the bed.

Song Yuyan felt the bed sink and she pretended to close her eyes. Nan Zeyu's handsome dark eyes looked deeply at her profile and said gently: Xiaoyan, baby, I made dinner for you. Eat some first and then go to sleep, okay?

His gentle voice was low and pleasant to the ear, and Song Yuyan felt a tingling sensation in her heart. She twitched the corners of her mouth and uttered three words in a cold voice: "I don't want it"

Nan Zeyu's handsome face suddenly darkened. His eyes sank, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Song Yuyan and said gently: Well, don't be like this, Xiaoyan, just say what you want to say, don't keep it to yourself, okay?

Song Yuyan didn't answer him this time, but pulled the quilt up and covered her head. Seeing this, Nan Zeyu couldn't hold his temper anymore, so he stood up, walked around the bed, walked in front of her, and pulled the quilt off with his big hands.

The next second, Song Yuyan felt his strong power. She clenched the quilt tightly to prevent Nan Zeyu from pulling it off. Song Yuyan's face flushed red, and she said in a muffled voice in the quilt: "Don't pull it, I don't want to eat it, take it away, and you can get out too!"

Nan Zeyu's body trembled. He looked at her in disbelief. She asked him to leave too? What did she mean? Didn't she even want to see him? Nan Zeyu felt like a fire was about to burst out of his body. He was so angry that he clenched the corners of the quilt with both hands, squeezed hard, and pulled the quilt off with a cold face.

Song Yuyan quickly covered her head with her hands and curled up into a ball. Nan Zeyu looked at her like this and smiled faintly. Was she afraid that he would scold her? He wouldn't. He loved her so much that he couldn't bear to scold her. Nan Zeyu knelt on the ground gently, his black eyes looking straight at Song Yuyan's little head.

He held her little head lovingly and kissed it over and over again, kissing her hair. Song Yuyan's little face turned red. He didn't scold her, did he? She just felt that her hair was a little itchy.

On the tray on the bedside table, there was sweet and sour pork ribs stewed with radish, bird's nest porridge, and a large bowl of seafood miso rice. Song Yuyan didn't want to admit it, but suddenly, her stomach suddenly made a thunderous sound.

Well, she was really hungry. She slept from the afternoon to the night, and finally she couldn't hold it anymore. She raised her head and saw him kissing Song Yuyan's hair. Song Yuyan raised her head suddenly, and he rolled over backwards. Song Yuyan's expression froze, and she quickly jumped off the bed, knelt on the ground, and helped Nan Zeyu up.

She knelt on the ground, looked at Nan Zeyu with a dazed face and whispered: Um, you are not hurt, right? Ah Yu. Nan Zeyu did not speak, he stood up quickly, pulled Song Yuyan up from the ground, and then hugged her. Song Yuyan was stunned, looking at his handsome profile with watery eyes.

He carried Song Yuyan to the bedside table and held her on his lap. Song Yuyan's whole face turned red again. He reached out his big hand to take the tray and took the hot dishes and bird's nest porridge from the tray. She stared at the porcelain soup that was extended to her with wide eyes.

Nan Zeyu held her on his lap, holding a porcelain soup in his hand, and fed the hot food to her mouth. Song Yuyan smelled the fragrance and her stomach rumbled several times. Humph! She won't eat it, no matter what...

Seeing that Song Yuyan had no intention of eating, Nan Zeyu frowned, pinched her chin with his big hand, put the bird's nest porridge into her mouth, and then, facing her red lips, put it into her mouth bit by bit.

The sweet bird's nest porridge spread in her mouth little by little, melted, and floated between her lips and teeth. Song Yuyan frowned, and his tongue fed her the bird's nest porridge so gently, which made her feel sweet in her heart.

Then, he fed Song Yuyan sweet and sour pork ribs stewed with carrots and seafood miso rice mouth to mouth. He curled his lips in satisfaction and asked, "Do you have a way or I have a way?" Her face turned red. She bit the seafood miso rice he fed her and glared at Nan Zeyu, angrily saying, "You dog man, you do this again. Believe it or not, if it happens again, I will knock everything over..."

Song Yuyan swallowed all the seafood miso rice, her little face red, she put her hands on her hips, and glared at Nan Zeyu who was looking at her indifferently. She was not afraid of death, she just wanted to challenge his limits. Nan Zeyu didn't get angry but laughed, approached her little face, looked straight at her with his black eyes, and said word by word: Then you can give it a try and see what way I can use to punish you, you bad girl.

Song Yuyan ignored him and accidentally slapped him with her little hand. As a result, a bright red slap mark appeared on the man's handsome face. Song Yuyan was shocked and stood up to run out. Nan Zeyu was stunned and grabbed her wrist with his big hand, so she couldn't stand steadily.

She fell on the bed, then Nan Zeyu pressed her down fiercely, looking down at her condescendingly. Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide, looked at Nan Zeyu vigilantly and said defensively: "You, you, you, what do you want to do? This is my room, Nan Zeyu, can you not do this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's kiss pressed hotly on her red lips. His big hand caressed her small waist and his other big hand pressed on the back of her head. He kissed her so hard that Song Yuyan's brain went blank and she was deprived of oxygen. She could only make mumbling sounds. The more Nan Zeyu listened, the more excited he became and kissed her even deeper.

He just rolled up her tongue, and slowly his deep kiss turned into small kisses. He kissed her earlobe, neck, and collarbone, and then moved down little by little. Song Yuyan suddenly opened her watery eyes, and she felt an indescribable heat in her body.

Nan Zeyu was so angry that he kissed her again. This time the kiss was fierce, strong, and fierce. He vented all his anger for the past few days in this kiss. Song Yuyan felt pain and happiness, and then she felt comfortable again...

The man was so good at it that he even used his tongue to massage her there. Song Yuyan bit her lower lip and made charming sounds of comfort, which made him even more excited and he went deeper.

This kiss lasted from 10 o'clock to 12:. Song Yuyan fell asleep comfortably. Nan Zeyu panted and raised his head. He looked at Song Yuyan's little face, which was as rosy as a newly bloomed peach blossom. He was really sweet. Nan Zeyu licked the corner of his lips evilly.

He couldn't do the kind of things between men and women with her yet, so eating her like this was great. Nan Zeyu got out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom. He turned on the shower faucet and tilted his head back. After more than half an hour, he walked out of the bathroom comfortably.

Every time after eating her, he felt so uncomfortable that he had to take countless cold showers to suppress the burning sensation. When he thought about what he had done to her just now, a trace of panic flashed across his dark eyes. Did he really hurt her?

Nan Zeyu turned around and walked towards the bathroom, took a towel, wet the towel with hot water, and then walked into the room with the towel. He walked to the bed. Song Yuyan still had her eyes closed. As he spoke, he shook his head and looked down.

Nan Ze Yujun's face turned red and his whole body trembled. He held the hot towel in his trembling hands and gently applied hot compress to her, from inside to outside, from outside to inside, and from inside to inside. He was very gentle during the whole process.

His black eyes looked at her little face from time to time. The red had faded away, and now she was as sweet and attractive as a peach, especially the color of her lips, which was a living peach. He couldn't help swallowing.

After applying hot compress to her area, he carefully cleaned the hot towel to wash away the smell he left on it. After cleaning, Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom and walked into the room. He lay beside her, supporting his head with his big hands and looking at her sleeping face carefully.

Song Yuyan was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice he was lying beside her. She had a lot of eyelashes, and Nan Zeyu didn't know what was wrong with him, but he actually counted her eyelashes one by one, from the upper eyelashes to the lower eyelashes. His warm big hand stroked the left side of her cheek.

His deep black eyes exuded a gentle light. He would marry her in this life. There might be many processes between him and her, but he, Nan Zeyu, would not give up, because he loved her, loved her very much. He suddenly became nervous, breathing heavily, and leaned into her ear with a nervous face and whispered: Don't go to see Wen Zichen again, okay? Xiaoyan.

Yes, he was worried about her and was very scared. Nan Zeyu pursed his lips tightly. Suddenly, she turned over towards Nan Zeyu, hugged his waist and said painfully: Don't let me go, no matter what happens, okay?

A trace of heartache flashed across Nan Zeyu's black eyes. He held her in his arms. Song Yuyan hugged his waist tighter and buried her face in his arms, rubbing against him like a kitten. Nan Zeyu lowered his head and looked at her rubbing against him. No matter what happened, he and her could not be separated. Nan Zeyu kissed her forehead distressedly and closed his black eyes. The night was very long. The two of them fell asleep heartbrokenly while hugging each other.