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

Soon, it was Saturday. As soon as Song Yuyan walked out of the garden gate, her cell phone rang. However, Song Yuyan was in a hurry to do odd jobs and had no time to answer the phone. She quickly ran to the bus stop not far from the garden.

After getting on the bus, the cell phone was still ringing wildly. While riding the bus, Song Yuyan closed her eyes. She was really sleepy. She went to bed at twelve o'clock every night and woke up around six thirty to prepare lunch for her mother.

When they arrived at the coffee shop, Song Yuyan quickly changed into work clothes and got down to work. Wen Zichen sat in the president's office, dialing Song Yu's cell phone number over and over again. Today is Saturday, and she promised me that she would contact me today, so why can't I get through on the phone?

Wen Zichen looked at the documents on his desk with a worried look on his face, his eyes revealing an immense sense of loss. The assistant standing beside him didn't dare to say a word. His president couldn't do anything well when he was in a bad mood, so he himself didn't dare to say a word.

When the meeting time came, Wen Zichen was absent-minded because Song Yuyan didn't get through to her mobile phone number. The employees in the meeting room didn't know whether to report the work or not... President Wen is not like this usually? Why is he so distracted today?

Just as the employees in the conference room were guessing, Wen Zichen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he lost the gentle president in the employees' minds. He looked at the employees and apologized: "I'm sorry, everyone. Today's meeting cannot continue. If I have anything to say, please talk to Special Assistant Lin."

Wen Zichen looked at Assistant Lin, but Assistant Lin didn't respond. What was going on? Wen Zichen looked at Assistant Lin and said, "I'm not in the company today. You take care of the company. I'll come back on Monday." After Wen Zichen finished speaking, he stood up, patted Assistant Lin on the shoulder, and then ran out of the meeting room in a hurry.

Special Assistant Lin had a headache watching the employees talking in the conference room. President Wen looked strange in the office. He kept dialing a number several times and almost smashed his phone in the end. He had never seen the president behave like this before.

Wen Zichen took the elevator and went downstairs. He didn't look as gentle as usual. Instead, he had a worried look as if something might happen to someone. As Wen Zichen ran too fast, he didn't even see Secretary Zhou who was coming towards him when he ran out of the company gate.

Secretary Zhou looked at Wen Zichen running fast and wondered: What happened to the president? He ran so fast, shouldn't he be in the meeting room at this time? How... Secretary Zhou was worried about the president and followed Wen Zichen.

When Secretary Zhou ran out of the company gate, he saw Wen Zichen driving a Porsche away from the Baifu Group at a high speed. Secretary Zhou sighed. Wen Zichen was usually gentle, but today he seemed like a different person.

Wen Zichen was driving fast on the road. As he was driving, he realized that he didn't even know where Song Yuyan's home was. How could he find her? He opened the phone in the car with his palm, dialed Lin's number with his fingers, and stepped on the accelerator with both feet.

Special Assistant Lin had just finished processing the documents that needed to be reviewed by the president, and was sitting on the sofa. He was so dizzy from reading all these documents, not to mention that they required the president's signature. However, Special Assistant Lin still did not dare to rashly advocate signing those important documents. He just let the employees complete the work after reviewing the documents.

Special Assistant Lin was sitting on the sofa in Wen Zichen's office. Just as he was about to sit down and take a rest, his cell phone rang. Special Assistant Lin quickly took out his cell phone and saw that it was a call from Wen Zichen. He pressed the answer button on the phone and heard the sound of wind blowing from the other end.

Is the president driving? Where is he going? Wen Zichen said to Assistant Lin on the other end of the phone: Assistant Lin, help me find out where Song Yuyan's home is. I need to know in ten minutes. Hurry! Wen Zichen finished speaking and ended the call.

He parked the car on the main road of Ancheng Bridge and dialed Song Yuyan's mobile number again. The mechanical voice still came from the other end, "Hello, the number you dialed is currently unanswered. Please call again later." Wen Zichen's eyes turned cold with anxiety. Song Yuyan, you'd better not get into any trouble.

At the cafe, Song Yuyan was working diligently. She did not put her cell phone in her work clothes pocket. Ten minutes later, Special Assistant Lin called Wen Zichen. Wen Zichen, who was lying in the car, heard the phone ringing and quickly took the phone from the seat.

He quickly pressed the answer button, and Assistant Lin's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss Wen, I found out that Song Yuyan lives in Mingduyuan, a garden not far from Ancheng Park. Is there anything else?" Boss Wen. Assistant Lin spoke cautiously, fearing that he would say something wrong and displease the president.

Wen Zichen said to Assistant Lin on the other end of the phone: "Okay, got it. Take care of the company. I'll go to the company on Monday." He hung up. Before Assistant Lin could say a word, Wen Zichen hung up the phone. Assistant Lin thought something was wrong. What happened to his CEO today? Even his voice was not gentle anymore. Assistant Lin frowned tightly.

Wen Zichen thought about that early morning when he met Song Yuyan while jogging in Ancheng Park. She seemed to say that her home was not far from Ancheng. He patted his head, quickly turned the steering wheel, and drove towards Ancheng Park.

When Wen Zichen thought of Nan Zeyu's face, he was furious. Baifu Group was ranked in the top three, so why did he feel that he could not beat Nan Zeyu? In fact, Wen Zichen wanted to know how she knew Nan Zeyu. How could she, an ordinary little girl, know a president like Nan Zeyu who was so high and mighty, so cold and oppressive?

The more Wen Zichen thought about it, the more confused he became. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the car was already speeding over 100 km/h. He glanced around and saw that the car was speeding as if it was flying. Suddenly, there was an emergency brake and he accidentally hit his forehead on the steering wheel. He covered his forehead with a look of pain and drove with one hand.

During her lunch break, Song Yuyan also quickly ate the instant noodles in the cafe. The instant noodles were flavored with duck meat, carrots and shallots. She soaked the noodles in hot water to soften them, then poured in the sauce packet and duck meat cubes, carrot cubes, and shallots, and simmered them for five minutes. The noodles were soon cooked.

After lunch, Song Yuyan rested for a while, then quickly washed her face and continued her afternoon work. On the other side, Wen Zichen drove to the entrance of Mingduyuan. He looked around. This area was quite good, with pharmacies, restaurants, supermarkets, hair salons and fruit shops.

It seems that Song Yuyan's family background is also average. Wen Zichen saw that this name was a garden for a long time. He continued to take the mobile phone in the car and dialed Song Yuyan's number without giving up. Song Yuyan, who was working, checked the time on her mobile phone an hour ago, but her eyes did not notice the missed call on the phone screen.

Time slowly came to five o'clock, which was also Song Yuyan's off-get off work time. After a busy day, the supervisor called her: Yuyan, come here to get your salary for today. Song Yuyan ran over when she heard the voice. The supervisor handed the red banknote to Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan took the money and quickly counted it. It was exactly 900. She looked at the supervisor with bright eyes. The supervisor looked at her and said: You are getting better and better at it. Well, your weekly salary will be 900. Of course, if you stay in the cafe for a long time, at least this number will not be much different from yours.

Song Yuyan looked at the foreman who was making the "5" gesture and was very tempted, but there was nothing she could do as she had to go to the western restaurant on Sunday. She looked at the foreman and said, "No, foreman, I still have a part-time job on Saturdays. I'll leave first, foreman." The foreman nodded softly at her, and Song Yuyan took off her work clothes, took her shoulder bag and walked out of the cafe.

As soon as Song Yuyan walked out of the coffee shop, she saw a very familiar sports car parked at the door. Assistant Bai had told her not to drive over to pick her up during her odd hours. Song Yuyan glanced at the sports car quickly, then ran forward quickly.

The Ferrari sports car understood what Song Yuyan meant and followed her until Song Yuyan ran to the bus stop. She stopped and looked at the sports car opposite. The window was rolled down. Assistant Bai saw Song Yuyan's sweet and rosy little face and said unhappily: "Miss Song, you are running so fast that your face is red. If the president knew about this, he would scold me again."

Song Yuyan walked towards the sports car, and the rear door opened automatically and quickly. After getting in the car, Song Yuyan touched her face and felt a little hot. Wasn't it because she was afraid that the people in the coffee shop would think of her if they saw someone with a sports car, or a limited edition Ferrari sports car, coming to pick her up from get off work?

Assistant Bai looked through the car window mirror at Song Yuyan who was sitting behind him. Her fair face was red, and her chest was heaving because she ran too fast. Song Yuyan panted and said to Assistant Bai: "Is it Saturday today?" Assistant Bai.

Assistant Bai looked back at the breathless Song Yuyan and said: Yes, Miss Song. Wen Zichen was very bored sitting in the car. He wanted to drive away, but he wanted to see Song Yuyan's sweet face before he could feel at ease. Wen Zichen lay in the car and stared at his phone.

Assistant Bai's driving speed is not as fast as that of the boss, but it is almost the same. It seems that there has been no news about Nan Zeyu for a long time. I wonder how he is doing in the United States? How is his mother recovering?

An hour later, Assistant Bai parked his car in front of Mingduyuan Garden. Song Yuyan was about to get out of the car with her bag when her cell phone suddenly rang. Song Yuyan opened her bag and took out her cell phone. The caller ID showed "Wen Zichen".

Forgetting that today was the time for dinner with him, Assistant Bai looked at Song Yuyan and said: Miss Song, it's okay, I'll accompany you and make sure to protect your personal safety. Song Yuyan reluctantly pressed the answer button, and Wen Zichen's excited voice came from the other end: You finally answered the phone, Song Yuyan, I called several times, are you home now?

Song Yuyan wanted to say that she was at home, but she thought that she hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she be afraid of Wen Zichen? Then Song Yuyan said calmly on the phone: "I just got off work, where are you now?" Mr. Wen.

Wen Zichen sat up straight and said to Song Yuyan on the other end of the phone: I'm here, I'm here... He couldn't say that he drove to her house to see her, as that would make him seem rash. He paused, then said to Song Yuyan on the other end of the phone: I'm at the company gate, and I just got off work.

Assistant Bai opened the back door for Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan got out of the car with her bag. Just as she was about to thank Assistant Bai, she looked up and saw Wen Zichen's face. Why is Wen Zichen at the gate of my garden? Song Yuyan knocked on the car window quickly.

Before Wen Zichen noticed her, Song Yuyan shouted to Assistant Bai in the car: Open the door quickly, I saw Wen Zichen, Assistant Bai, hurry up! Song Yuyan's face turned red and she squatted behind the sports car.

Wen Zichen seemed to be looking at something in front. Assistant Bai immediately understood and quickly pressed the button in the car. The back door opened quickly, and Song Yuyan immediately got into the sports car, quickly closed the door, and squatted in the car.

As soon as I squatted down, I saw Wen Zichen walking in front of the Ferrari sports car. However, one advantage of this Ferrari sports car is that people outside cannot see the people inside. It is like the sports car makes the people in the car invisible and isolates them from the environment outside the window. People outside cannot find out that there is anyone inside.

Song Yuyan was so angry when she saw Wen Zichen walking around. How did he know my house was here? Did I tell him? Song Yuyan looked at Assistant Bai anxiously. Assistant Bai looked at Song Yuyan and said confidently: Don't worry, Wen Zichen can't find us. This car has a built-in stealth function. People outside can't see that there is someone in the car.

Song Yuyan was relieved. At this time, the phone rang again. Song Yuyan looked at the screen of the phone. It was Wen Zichen calling again. She felt a little dizzy. Song Yuyan took the phone and pressed the answer button. Wen Zichen said gently: "Why did you suddenly stop talking just now? Should I drive over to pick you up? Or should you wait for me downstairs of your house?"

Song Yuyan took a deep breath and said to Wen Zichen on the phone: I'll wait for you at the door downstairs. You drive to Mingduyuan and I'll be down in a while. After that, Song Yuyan hung up the phone. Assistant Bai looked out the window. Wen Zichen looked at him again, walked back to the Porsche, opened the door and got in.

Assistant Bai looked back at Song Yuyan and said: He went back to the car, Miss Song, I am here and will definitely protect your safety. The CEO told me to protect you. When Assistant Bai mentioned Nan Zeyu, Song Yuyan felt very safe. At this moment, she missed him a little bit...

Wen Zichen was sitting in the car, looking out the window, but he couldn't see Song Yuyan's car. He became panicked. No one told him what was going on. Wen Zichen's eyes became very hurt, thinking of Song Yuyan's sweet and lovely face.

Song Yuyan patted herself and looked at Assistant Bai and said: "Hiding is not a solution. Assistant Bai, I'm getting out of the car. I'm not afraid with you here." Assistant Bai nodded, opened the door, and Song Yuyan got out of the car quickly.

Wen Zichen glanced and saw Song Yuyan's figure. He opened the car door and saw Song Yuyan's watery eyes looking at him. Wen Zichen closed the car door and ran over. Song Yuyan saw Wen Zichen and said: Well, actually, I am Mr. Wen.

Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan and didn't know what she was going to say. At this moment, the car door suddenly opened. Wen Zichen looked up and saw that this was the man he saw at the Rhine Hotel. This must be Nan Zeyu's assistant. How could he be with Song Yuyan...

Wen Zichen looked at the Ferrari sports car, and suddenly he understood everything. It turned out that Nan Zeyu was worried about Song Yuyan being alone in Ancheng, so he asked his assistant to protect her. At this time, Nan Zeyu was already on a plane to the United States. He sneaked back to Ancheng and then sneaked back to the United States. After meeting Wen Zichen, he drove back to the villa, took a shower, and called Assistant Bai to pick up the car. He bought a ticket and flew back to the United States alone.