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

Song Yuyan returned to her office in the afternoon. As soon as she sat down, she was tapped on the back. She turned her head in a daze. Nie Ranran stood behind her and smiled at her. Shen Jiayi stood up quickly. Nie Ranran hugged her into his arms. Song Yuyan was stunned. She said: What's wrong with you? Ranran.

Song Yuyan's voice was sweet, tender and soft. Nie Ranran tightened her arms and said with a happy smile: Hahaha, no, because it's so good to see you again, Yanyan! She hugged her back with her arms, Song Yuyan's breath held, and she put her arms around her shoulders.

After a while, Nie Ranran let go of Song Yuyan, she held her shoulders with both hands, smiled with crescent eyes and said: Today's good mood is all because of your coming, Yanyan. Song Yuyan laughed dryly, her face turned red, and she looked at Nie Ranran blankly, she laughed dumbly and said: What else did I think? If you don't come to the company, you will be in a bad mood, right?

Nie Ranran nodded honestly. She let go of Song Yuyan's shoulders, looked at her tenderly, and pouted: "Why didn't I see you in the morning? Why did I see you now?" Song Yuyan thought of the morning when she was held in the arms of her fiancé and slept in his arms until noon.

Her watery eyes were stunned for a moment, and she puffed her lips and said: I fell asleep in Nan Zeyu's arms in the morning and woke up at noon! Nie Ranran was stunned, she sighed helplessly and said: I knew it, it turned out to be with the president, Song Yuyan's face turned even redder, she lowered her head slightly, and Ranran knew this and still said it.

She glanced around with her watery eyes and found that there were no employees yet. She avoided her malicious eyes. Song Yuyan raised her little face, took away Nie Ranran's little hand, pulled out the chair and sat down. Nie Ranran then bent down, leaned over to her ear, and said with a smile: Okay, okay, I can only see you twice a week, it's afternoon now, and it will be off work if I go again.

Song Yuyan was about to turn around when the head of the copywriting department walked over. The head of the copywriting department, Shen Yumei, walked gracefully to Song Yuyan. She raised her head and looked at Manager Shen with a sweet face. She nodded and said: "Hello, Manager Shen, I'm back. Is there any work you can do for me?"

Shen Yumei looked at Song Yuyan, who had a sweet face. She didn't dare to be arrogant. She knew that this was President Nan's legitimate fiancée. She smiled and said gently, "Madam Shao, what kind of work do you need? I can arrange it for you." She raised her wrist and looked at the time on her watch.

She looked at the president's wife sitting in the office chair with gentle eyes, and said with a flattering smile: Haha, it's almost half past four, Madam, do you want to type a document? It won't be long, about 300 words, is that okay?

She took out a sky-blue folder from behind her with her other hand and held it in her arms. Nie Ranran looked at this manager Shen Yumei. Manager Shen's eyes flickered and saw Nie Ranran leaning over to the young lady's ear. Then, her face changed and she scolded: Why do you have to do everything? Nie Ranran, have you finished your work? Are you free?

Nie Ranran raised a cold smile at the corner of her lips. She straightened her back and glanced at Shen Yumei with contempt. Her eyes darkened and she said angrily: "Why? Manager Shen, are you scolding me?" Manager Shen.

Song Yuyan frowned slightly, she turned to look at Nie Ranran who was full of resentment and dissatisfaction, she raised her hand and tugged at her sleeve. Nie Ranran quickly lowered her head and looked at Song Yuyan whose face said "Don't be like this", then looked up at Shen Yumei who had a sour face, she raised her eyebrows and said arrogantly: Manager Shen, you will regret talking to me like this, I am Yanyan's good friend, and the young lady's good friend.

Shen Yumei was stunned. She looked at Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan turned back and looked at the stunned Manager Shen. She smiled and said, "Manager Shen, you are right. Ranran is my good friend." Manager Shen was almost frightened to the point of weakness. She bowed and apologized quickly, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm blind. Madam, please don't be angry."

Song Yuyan smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling and she smiled: It's okay, it's okay, Manager Shen. She is super generous and will never be at a loss for a small matter. Besides, she is Nan Zeyu's legal fiancée, and she represents the face of the Nan family and the prestige of the president's young wife.

Shen Yumei's waist was almost bent to the ground. Seeing this, Song Yuyan stood up and looked at Manager Shen who was bent over and fell to the ground. She said softly: It's okay, Manager Shen, you should get up first, this will hurt your waist!

Shen Yumei put her hands on her waist and slowly stood up. She put her hands on her waist and looked at the young lady who was worried about her. It was really the first time she met the president's young lady. She didn't expect that she was so nice, so generous and tolerant, and not at all pretentious.

She shook her head and said: "I'm fine, ma'am, thank you for your concern," she said softly, and Song Yuyan nodded. Nie Ranran glanced at Song Yuyan, and she smiled indifferently and said: "Okay, Yanyan, you are busy, I will go back to work at my workstation."

Song Yuyan turned her head and glanced at Nie Ranran, who was smiling indifferently. She nodded and said sweetly: Okay, Ranran, you go. Nie Ranran smiled coquettishly and nodded, leaning over intimately and putting her face close to Song Yuyan's little face. She then stood up and turned around and walked to the workstation she mentioned.

Song Yuyan spent the entire afternoon typing the 300-word plan assigned to her by Manager Shen. She typed very seriously, her slender, white, jade-like fingers tapping the letters on the keyboard, her eyes fixed on the computer screen. Even though it was such a short plan, she typed it very seriously.

Song Yuyan was most afraid of being bored, but she didn't feel bored as long as she was typing. She spent the entire afternoon typing the plan and she didn't feel bored. At around five o'clock, when Song Yuyan was about to finish typing the plan, her cell phone rang.

She frowned slightly and glanced at the mobile phone next to the computer with her watery eyes. When she saw that it was Wen Zichen calling, her breath held and her random typing paused. She was about to take the phone when Nan Zeyu walked over to her right. She turned her head to look over and was stunned.

Then she turned her phone upside down and put it on the desk. She stood up. Nan Zeyu walked up to Song Yuyan. All the employees who were busy working paused. They stared at the president who walked in front of the young lady with wide eyes. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu with a sullen face. She smiled and said, "What's wrong? It's past five o'clock. Are you done with your work at this time?"

Nan Zeyu frowned, his handsome face sank, his dark eyes were filled with coldness, deep and cold, Song Yuyan was stunned, she opened her eyes wide and asked: What's wrong? What happened? Nan... No, old husband.

She asked Nan Zeyu in a voice as low as it could be, Nan Zeyu's face was cold, but he looked at Song Yuyan with gentle eyes. He smiled warmly and said:...It's okay, Yanyan, I have an emergency meeting, it may be a little late, I'm going to go over, I just came to tell you.

His voice was filled with displeasure, suppressed anger and coldness. Song Yuyan frowned and said, "Then, is the situation urgent?" Emergency meeting, Nan Zeyu's dark eyes looked softly at his anxious little wife. His cold dark eyes glanced at Nie Ranran in the left corner. He said coldly, "Nie Ranran, get up, go to the meeting room, don't be busy."

Nie Ranran was writing the work of the executive department with sweat all over her forehead. Every time she came to work when it was almost time to get off work, she was stunned at first, then raised her head, and when she saw the president in front of her with a cold face, she was so scared that she stood up quickly, nodded and bowed, saying: Oh, okay, okay, President, I'll be right there.

Nie Ranran packed up the things on the desk as quickly as possible, picked up the bag on the table, and walked over quickly. Nan Zeyu glanced at Nie Ranran who was walking over quickly, and said in a cold voice with a calm face: You go to the elevator and wait, I will come over later.

Nie Ranran didn't dare to look the big CEO in the face. She shrank back and nodded: "Okay, okay, CEO, I'll go right away." Her heart was beating faster. She was afraid of the CEO's momentum and didn't dare to look at Song Yuyan any more. She nodded and bowed to the CEO, then walked past the CEO and walked forward.

Song Yuyan looked at him and rolled her eyes at him. Her watery eyes turned cold. She pouted and said, "Look, look, you scared your company employees. Why are you so cold?" The employees on the side didn't dare to breathe. They lowered their heads. Knowing that the president came to see the young lady, they didn't dare to say a few words.

Nie Ranran was still her only good friend in the Nan Group. Song Yuyan would of course stand up for Nie Ranran. Nan Zeyu's black eyes turned slightly cold, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Stupid wife, I won't even look at other women twice. Everything I have is yours."

Song Yuyan's face turned red. Her heart kept beating when she heard him call her "wife". So many people were there? All the company employees were here, so he just called her wife. Nan Zeyu looked at her in a trance with his dark eyes. He raised his hand to rub her hair, and his handsome face came close to her. She raised her eyes slightly.

Meeting his dark eyes that were as gentle and deep as the silent sea, her face turned red. Nan Zeyu's lips curled up and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Be good, wife. Your husband has to go to a meeting. You be good, um..." He gently stroked her hair and looked at her deeply with his dark eyes.

Song Yuyan didn't dare to look up. She nodded and said in a sweet voice: Okay, go ahead. Old, old, old husband... It's really hard to call him that... Nan Zeyu was in a good mood. He was really happy to hear his little wife calling him husband. After laughing, he touched her little face, turned around and left.

Song Yuyan slowly raised her head and looked at Nan Zeyu's handsome figure. She let out a breath with difficulty. Her fiancé finally left. She slumped in the office chair. Song Yuyan picked up her phone again. She glanced at the screen and saw that Wen Zichen had called her three times, all of which were missed calls.

She frowned and murmured: "Is there anything Wen Zichen wants to talk to me about?" After Nan Zeyu left, Song Yuyan continued typing until after six o'clock. After finishing the text of the plan, she closed the sky blue folder and put the white paper and black pen in the folder.

She stretched lazily and put it on the table. Nan Zeyu went to an emergency meeting and didn't know when it would end. Finally, Manager Shen came over with a twisted walk. Song Yuyan glanced at her and smiled sweetly: I've done it all, Manager Shen. Shen Yumei walked in front of Song Yuyan, she bowed her head and said humbly: Okay, madam, you've worked hard.

Song Yuyan smiled innocently, her eyebrows curved like a round moon and said: It's not hard, not hard, Director Shen. Shen Yumei nodded gently, she took the sky blue folder, nodded to Song Yuyan, and turned to leave.

Song Yuyan glanced around and saw that some employees were still busy, while some had already turned off their computers and were ready to pack up and leave. But she couldn't leave yet. She had to wait here for Nan Zeyu to finish the meeting and then go back to the Nan family's old house with him.

Time passed little by little. Song Yuyan sat blankly in her office. She looked at the computer screen from time to time, and looked down at the time on her watch from time to time. How long would Nan Zeyu's meeting last? It was already seven o'clock. She glanced around the office and found that all the employees had left.

Before leaving, the employees asked her why she hadn't left work yet. Song Yuyan smiled sweetly and said, "Well, I'll wait for your president to finish the meeting before leaving get off work. You guys can go home now!" The employees nodded in understanding, bowed to the young lady, then turned and left.

The lights in the office corridor had been turned off, leaving only the crystal-colored ceiling lights around the offices on. Song Yuyan was already counting her fingers out of boredom, then chanting some sutras, and then lying on the table. Song Yuyan was speechless. What time would this crappy meeting end?

She suddenly blurted out something and murmured: Could Nan Zeyu have fallen asleep in the conference room, or... She turned her head to look out the window. It was already dark outside. Song Yuyan straightened up, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and her watery eyes suddenly widened.

Wen Zichen called again? What did he want? Song Yuyan stared at the phone screen, wondering whether to call back. She was about to press his "say" button to call back, but the next second...

"Madam, Madam" "Well, the president asked you to sit on the sofa downstairs." Song Yuyan looked over and saw Bai Xun. She stood up and stared at Bai Xun, who had a gentle face. Bai Xun looked at the Madam, who had a dazed look on her face. He nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said: "The president asked you to sit on the sofa downstairs and wait. The meeting will be held for a while. Madam, you see..."