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

After Song Yuyan recovered from acute enteritis, she paid less attention to Nan Zeyu. Instead, Nan Zeyu cared about Song Yuyan very much. That night, Song Yuyan had just taken a shower. She walked out of the bathroom, took out the iap, and prepared to watch a drama. She sat on the sofa, opened the computer screen with her jade fingers, and clicked on the drama chasing software page.

Song Yuyan's pretty nose bridge, delicate eyebrows, and her creamy chin, coupled with her snow-white skin, made her look as enchanting as a night fairy in her dark black lace suspender pajamas.

When she was watching with great interest, her cell phone rang. Song Yuyan glanced at the screen with her watery eyes. It was him calling. She didn't plan to answer it and continued to watch the drama on iap. Nan Zeyu frowned and his deep black eyes darkened. Why didn't you answer the phone? He couldn't sit still...

He got out of the bathtub, put on his clothes, walked quickly to the door, holding his cell phone in his hand, and went downstairs with a cold face. When he arrived at Song Yuyan's door, he knocked gently. Song Yuyan was watching a drama when she heard the knock on the door.

She frowned unhappily, she knew who was outside the door, but she was watching a drama now and didn't want to open the door. She deliberately turned up the volume to the maximum to cover the sound of knocking on the door, and pulled her red lips coldly, "Then you can knock, I want to concentrate on watching my drama."

He was outside the door, listening anxiously to the sounds in the room. He frowned and heard a lot of noise, but no other sounds. What was she doing? Nan Zeyu took out his phone and sent her a few WeChat messages.

Song Yuyan frowned again. She heard her cell phone ringing. She paused the drama, picked up the phone beside her, clicked it and saw several WeChat messages. She opened the WeChat page and saw several red dots.

She rolled her eyes helplessly and clicked on the WeChat message with her finger, "Why don't you finish the call, what are you doing, baby?" "Baby, answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone, I'm at your door." "Come and open the door, okay baby, Xiaoyan, don't you want me, your husband?"

Song Yuyan read the WeChat messages he sent coldly, without any emotion, just feeling bored. She put her phone aside and continued watching the drama.

Nan Zeyu, who was standing outside the door, had a gloomy expression and his deep eyes turned cold. Could it be that this woman deliberately didn't open the door? He knocked on the door again, but after a long time, the door didn't open. He stopped and looked at the door with cold black eyes. Okay, you won't open the door, right?

Wait until you open the door and see how I punish you. Song Yuyan, you have learned to do this now, right? His face was cold and his brows were raised. Nan Zeyu did not leave her door, but stood outside the door coldly with his hands on his chest.

After Song Yuyan finished watching the drama, she looked at her phone. It was almost 1 o'clock. She yawned tiredly, turned off the iPhone, put it on the edge of the sofa, took her phone, put on her slippers, stood up, and was about to walk back to the room.

She turned and walked towards the door again. She hesitated for a moment, her watery eyes turned into an innocent look, and she reluctantly opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Nan Zeyu just watched her who suddenly opened the door.

His eyes were fixed on her. Couldn't this little girl dress properly? Why did she have to do this... She looked at him with an innocent expression, her watery eyes blinked, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips were tightly bitten. The worst thing was that she was wearing a dark black lace nightgown.

The neckline of the skirt was so low that it had a deep slit. What was even more terrible was her obvious cleavage, the large area of ​​skin vaguely exposed, and the sense of perspective. Nan Zeyu's calm black eyes lit up, and he looked down again. There were also two side slits at the waist, and her snow-white, flawless, slender legs.

Nan Zeyu couldn't stand it anymore. He walked into the room with an anxious look on his face, slammed the door shut, and pulled the innocent-looking Song Yuyan to his chest. He looked at Song Yuyan with a blushing face with his deep eyes and said in a hoarse voice: Are you seducing me? Very good, then I'll help you.

The next second, he picked up Song Yuyan, who was holding the phone tightly in her hand, blinking her eyes at him. She just opened the door to see if he had left. How could she have seduced him? It was over. She thought she was seducing her. She would be tormented by him all night again tonight.

On the bed, Song Yuyan was thrown on the bed by Nan Zeyu. He looked at Song Yuyan like a wolf and said coldly: That will definitely be as you wish, baby. The next second, he took off his pajamas and unbuttoned them sexily, scaring Song Yuyan so much that she quickly hid under the quilt.

Song Yuyan's face was red in the quilt. Suddenly, the quilt was pulled open, and the man's strong, sexy and powerful waist was exposed to Song Yuyan. She swallowed her saliva. Nan Zeyu was kneeling on the bed. Song Yuyan gently raised her eyes and looked at his handsome cold face. She was dying. How could he be so sexy? She couldn't control herself anymore.

Then, he forcefully hung Song Yuyan's legs around his waist, lifted her chin wickedly and breathed into her little face: Then you will feel it well next, don't worry, baby, this is just a punishment for you, I won't do anything rash, As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Zeyu covered the entire quilt.

Then, Song Yuyan closed her watery eyes, her face turned pink, feeling the tenderness, punishment, and dominance he brought her. She could no longer control herself, her red lips slightly parted, and she made that kind of voice, which made Nan Zeyu work even harder, slowly punishing this annoying little goblin under him. But fortunately, Song Yuyan's room had good sound insulation, so this kind of sound could not be heard outside the villa. Nan Zeyu seemed to have endless strength, and each time he was gentle and powerful, until Song Yuyan was exhausted and fell asleep.

He then pulled back the quilt. Nan Zeyu, with his upper body naked, picked up Song Yuyan, walked into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, then gently placed her in the bathtub, carefully placing her head outside the bathtub.

Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom quickly again and walked into the room. He walked over quickly, pulled open the quilt, and then walked into the bathroom with the quilt. Nan Zeyu turned on the faucet on the washbasin to wash the quilt, and then put it in the washing machine to dry it.

He sprayed the deodorizer in the bathroom and looked at the clean white quilt. Then he took the quilt and walked out of the bathroom. When he came to the room, he quickly made the quilt. Then he hurried back to the bathroom and pulled Song Yuyan out of the bathtub.

Some of the hot water was still wet and stuck to Song Yuyan's body. He blushed, raised his eyes, and pulled open the cabinet in the bathroom cabinet. He pulled off the bath towel and wiped the hot water drops off her body. He had just tortured her in many ways, so why was he blushing now...

After drying her body with hot water, he calmly picked up Song Yuyan and walked out of the bathroom. He carried her to the bed, wrapped her body with a bath towel, covered her with a quilt, turned on the heating button in the room, and the room immediately became warm.

His dark eyes sank, and he felt a burning fire in his body. He quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom. He didn't open the bathroom door until 2: in the morning. He tortured her so much that she didn't know what to do. However, he felt uncomfortable and didn't know how many times he had taken a cold shower...

Nan Zeyu felt sleepy, so he put on his clothes, opened the door, and walked out of Song Yuyan's room. That night, Song Yuyan slept soundly, but Nan Zeyu couldn't sleep the whole night. After returning to his room, he took several cold showers to suppress the heat.

It was not until 5 o'clock that Nan Zeyu fell asleep on the sofa, exhausted. The next morning, Song Yuyan felt a sharp pain in her waist. She turned over and the white bathrobe slipped off her body.

She suddenly opened her watery eyes, sat up, and looked at her body. Apart from the fact that she was wearing a dark black lace nightgown, she didn't feel any pain there. She couldn't help but lower her head and touch her lower abdomen. She thought of something and her little face turned red.

The charming sounds she made in the quilt last night, oh my god... that bastard heard them all. It was really embarrassing. She pounded her head speechlessly. It was so embarrassing. How could she make such a sound?

But he was really gentle. He tossed her around for a while, but she didn't feel any pain anywhere, just a little soreness in her waist. Song Yuyan covered her waist and got out of bed. She washed up tremblingly and applied a hot towel to her lower back.

He told her that he would not let her become an unmarried mother so soon. Thinking of this, Song Yuyan's eyes lit up, but she loved his tormenting her so much that she seemed to be a little addicted to his tormenting her last night...

Song Yuyan went downstairs, her snow-white skin was tinged with a charming blush. At the dining table, Song Yuyan ate breakfast while secretly looking at Nan Zeyu with an ambiguous look. He seemed to look tired. Did he take a lot of cold showers last night?

In the car, Nan Zeyu yawned several times while driving. Song Yuyan reached out and poked his cheek, saying grimly: Well, someone couldn't control himself last night and took a lot of cold showers, right? Look how sleepy you are...

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, but frowned. He looked at Song Yuyan's profile coldly and said, "If you don't mind being an unmarried mother, I don't mind. How about we have sex some other time?" He emphasized the three words "sex".

Song Yuyan was trembling all over, her eyes were filled with panic. She leaned against the car window, looked at Nan Zeyu and stammered: "Ah, no no no, no, no, I won't say anything, I'll shut up, Ayu, don't be angry~"

Her sweet and gentle voice soothed him, and Nan Zeyu's anger subsided instantly. She plucked up her courage, and Song Yuyan held his handsome face, kissed him gently several times, then looked at him innocently and said: You are not angry anymore, don't be angry, baby.

Nan Zeyu felt so happy when he heard the sweet voice of "baby". He suddenly stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car. Song Yuyan was so scared that her face turned pale. She said in surprise, "Ah, why are you going so fast? Drive slower!"

How could he listen to her? Her voice was so sweet that it made him feel itchy and excited. Another week passed and it was already the middle of the month. Ancheng City welcomed the coldest temperature. The temperature was only dozens of degrees below zero every day. It was the kind of temperature that would freeze if you exposed your hands outside.

At night, in the room, Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan and sat on his lap. He taught her how to kiss step by step. After several times, Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu with a blushing face and said shyly: I think I have gotten it a little bit, do you want to... Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan who was looking at him with a blushing face with an amused face.

He suddenly stood up, Song Yuyan's face sank and she also stood up. She tried to push him down on the sofa, and Nan Zeyu pretended to fall on the sofa. Song Yuyan's face was full of joy. It turned out that pushing a man down was so easy? She acted like a domineering boss and pressed Nan Zeyu down on the sofa.

Song Yuyan suddenly moved closer to his handsome face, and she gently caressed his eyes, his nose, and his lips. He was so handsome. She lifted his jawbone with trembling hands and pressed sweetly on his thin lips. She learned the kissing technique he had just taught her and kissed his cold thin lips bit by bit.

She pried open his tongue little by little. Nan Zeyu was stunned. She learned it quite quickly. He didn't close his eyes. He watched her kissing her, so cautiously, clumsily, and shyly. Nan Zeyu's lips curled slightly.

From her ignorance at the beginning to her own breathing rapidity when he kissed her later, Nan Zeyu seductively placed his big hand on her lower back and pulled her forward. Song Yuyan hugged his shoulders with rapid breathing and deepened the kiss. After the kiss, she sat astride his thighs.

She lowered her head and pressed her lips against his again. Song Yuyan was kissing him the whole time. She didn't know how long the kiss lasted until she felt a little short of breath. She raised her head with a red face. Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes looked straight at her and said sexily: You have learned well, but next time you have to do this...