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

Song Yuyan looked terrified and astonished, not knowing what to do. She was about to slowly evacuate the school gate from the crowd when the door of the Ferrari suddenly opened. Nan Zeyu walked towards the Porsche with a sullen face, and Wen Zichen was not inferior. He opened the door calmly and gently.

There was always a gentle smile on his face, which made the powerful Nan Zeyu very unhappy. What was he pretending for? Nan Zeyu's appearance made all the female college students scream like crazy. Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen opposite him with a cold expression.

Wen Zichen was not afraid of Nan Zeyu's powerful aura. He walked quickly towards Nan Zeyu. At this time, it was the peak time for classes at Ancheng University. Many luxury cars were parked at the school gate. Many parents looked at the two most conspicuous men at the school gate. They confronted each other.

Song Yuyan was going crazy at this moment. More and more college students gathered at the school gate. Song Yuyan heard these female college students exclaim in surprise: Look, the brother in the long black coat is so handsome, more handsome than a star, I'm suffocating, this brother must not be from our school.

Song Yuyan looked blankly at the female college student next to her who was screaming and talking about Nan Zeyu. She was looking at Nan Zeyu. He was so handsome even when he was standing sideways. The president is the president. His powerful aura made everyone come to the fore.

Wen Zichen looked around, and suddenly, he saw Song Yuyan in the crowd at the school gate. Her eyes were looking at Nan Zeyu with a fascinated expression in her eyes. Nan Zeyu turned around and followed Wen Zichen's gaze. His deep black pupils saw Song Yuyan in the crowd at the school gate, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He walked over quickly, and the female college students who were crowded together saw Nan Zeyu's handsome face and they became even crazier. The man's cold face became even colder, his fists were clenched, his lips were pressed into a line, his brows were furrowed, and his cold eyes were so deep that it made people feel panic. But even so, Nan Zeyu didn't even look at the female college students surrounding him. He only had eyes for her.

Song Yuyan also noticed the strong sense of oppression from Nan Zeyu. She looked at Nan Zeyu who was walking towards her in a daze. Her watery eyes looked at Nan Zeyu's profile in shock. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan, and while she was stunned, he grabbed her wrist accurately with his big hand and pulled her out of the crowd.

When Song Yuyan came to her senses, she felt a warm touch on her wrist. She looked up at the man. Nan Zeyu pulled her wrist with a cold face and walked out of the school gate. She felt that his breath was so cold that it scared her. Is she finished today?

When Wen Zichen saw Nan Zeyu holding Song Yuyan's wrist and walking out of the school gate, his eyes were stung. He walked over quickly, but Song Yuyan had no power to resist Nan Zeyu like this. When she was about to walk to the door of the Ferrari, Wen Zichen walked over.

Song Yuyan glanced at Wen Zichen who was walking towards her. He was staring at her wrist. Song Yuyan looked at her wrist. She was being grabbed hard by Nan Zeyu's big hand. She frowned and felt a little pain in her wrist, but she didn't dare to say anything.

Wen Zichen walked towards Song Yuyan, he looked at Song Yuyan with his gentle eyes and said gently: Song Yuyan, do you have time today? I want to treat you to a meal. Song Yuyan didn't even dare to look at Wen Zichen, she just felt that Nan Zeyu was exuding a chill that penetrated into her bones. Nan Zeyu glanced at Wen Zichen with a pair of cold eyes and said coldly: She is not free, please get out of the way, I want to take Xiaoyan home.

Wen Zichen was stunned for a moment, and looked at Song Yuyan in disbelief. Xiaoyan, Nan Zeyu just called her Xiaoyan? Could it be that... Wen Zichen still looked at Song Yuyan with a desperate look and asked tentatively: "Excuse me, is it okay?" Song Yuyan turned her head away, avoiding Wen Zichen's eyes looking at her.

Nan Zeyu was so angry that his body stood straight and stiff. Song Yuyan felt that Nan Zeyu's grip on her wrist was getting stronger and stronger. She frowned and her face turned pale. Nan Zeyu then turned around and looked at Song Yuyan. Her face was pale and her brows were frowned. Even the strap of her schoolbag had slipped to the side.

Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan and said softly: Xiaoyan, did I hurt you by grabbing your wrist? Get in the car first, I didn't close the door, you can open it directly. After hearing this, Song Yuyan seemed to have tremendous energy and broke free from Nan Zeyu's big hand that was grabbing her wrist.

She quickly ran to the door of the Ferrari, put her palm on the door handle and pulled it gently, and the door opened. She quickly got into the car, breathing heavily with a frightened look on her face. She looked around the car, then turned on the heater button in the car. In an instant, the car became warm.

Her eyes were fixed on the two men outside the car window. Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen calmly with a cold expression. From her perspective, she could only see half of Nan Zeyu's profile, but could not see the expression on his face. However, she could feel that Nan Zeyu did not want to talk too much with Wen Zichen.

Wen Zichen smiled and walked towards Nan Zeyu, heading towards where he was standing. Nan Zeyu was not to be outdone, and quickly stepped forward, looking at Wen Zichen with a gloomy look in his eyes and said: You have also seen, Mr. Wen, Xiaoyan doesn't have much to say to you, so, can you...

Wen Zichen was stunned by what Nan Zeyu said. It was ok that this man was more handsome than him, he was also richer than him to the point of not knowing how to describe it. And every word he said was so cold. However, Wen Zichen was not afraid of Nan Zeyu. After all, the Baifu Group was ranked among the top three on the Ancheng list.

Song Yuyan only saw Nan Zeyu speaking word by word, while Wen Zichen still had a gentle smile. Could it be that he would not be angry? Nan Zeyu was so cold. As long as he didn't speak, she would be very nervous. She had already imagined how Nan Zeyu would punish her...

After a moment, Nan Zeyu sighed, looked up at Wen Zichen who was unwilling to leave, and said indifferently: "Her mother is in the hospital and is temporarily living in my villa, but she will work in my company on weekends. Now, I want to send her back to my villa, so can you get out of the way?" Mr. Wen.

Wen Zichen was dumbfounded. Song Yuyan's mother was in the hospital, so she lived in his villa. What was the relationship between them? Wen Zichen looked at Nan Zeyu with a confused face and asked: So, between you two, you also picked her up to school after class? President Nan.

Nan Zeyu looked at Wen Zichen and just said coldly, "Hmm." Wen Zichen said fearlessly, "Can I go to your villa?" "I just want to see what it's like for her to live in your villa. I'm not sure about her." Nan Zeyu's mouth twitched, and he looked at Wen Zichen and said coldly, "Okay, follow me. My villa is in the Ancheng Villa District. It takes more than half an hour to get to the villa from here."

After saying that, Nan Zeyu walked quickly to the door of the Ferrari, opened the door and got in. Wen Zichen also walked quickly to where the Porsche was parked, opened the door and just got in. Nan Zeyu's face became frighteningly cold. Song Yuyan didn't dare to breathe. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan coldly and said: He is going to my villa, you sit down, Xiaoyan.

Song Yuyan was so scared that she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and fastened the buckle tightly. Nan Zeyu looked at the Porsche coldly. He put his big hands on the steering wheel, started the Ferrari, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. Suddenly, the Ferrari drove like an airplane and there was no trace of the car.

Wen Zichen also quickly stepped on the accelerator to catch up with the speeding Ferrari. On the Xingfu Road section, a gray and black Ferrari was driving at an extremely fast speed, as if flying by, scaring the students around it and making them scream. Then, the Porsche followed closely.

For a moment, the Happy Road section seemed like a thrilling race. Song Yuyan's heart was beating fast. She opened her watery eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu who stepped on the accelerator. The man's jaw was so hard that he was scared. As the car speeded up, Song Yuyan didn't even know which intersection the car had reached.

Wen Zichen was driving fast while looking at the gray-black Ferrari and complained: "Driving so fast, Nan Zeyu is indeed a master. It seems that you want to get rid of me, right? I am not what you want, you can't get rid of me."

The owner of the Porsche stepped on the accelerator more quickly. On the road, the two luxury cars were playing a game of chasing each other, which made all the drivers dumbfounded. Who would dare to drive so recklessly? You don't need to look to know that this is the style of rich people.

Song Yuyan wanted to speak, but she was so scared that her tongue was tied. She could only hold the seat belt tightly with both hands. She closed her eyes, just closed her eyes and didn't look. Although Nan Zeyu drove fast, he drove very steadily and didn't brake suddenly along the way.

When the Ferrari sports car drove to the Ancheng villa area, Nan Zeyu slowed down. At this time, Wen Zichen's Porsche also caught up. He gently honked the car horn. Song Yuyan was already hungry. She opened her eyes and stuck her head out of the car window. Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan with gentle eyes and said: I'm catching up, Song Yuyan, you...

Song Yuyan looked at Wen Zichen in a daze. The car window was suddenly closed. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu. He looked at Song Yuyan and said, "Ignore him. Doesn't he want to see what my villa looks like? Then let him see it."

After making a big circle, the Ferrari drove into the villa area. Nan Zeyu drove the car to the gate of the villa and stopped. He quickly opened the door and stood at the gate of his villa. Wen Zichen's Porsche also stopped at this time. He slowly opened the door and got out of the car.

He saw Nan Zeyu's cold and handsome face, and he looked at Nan Zeyu's villa with horror. Oh my god, this guy is so rich, this villa is really big, much bigger than his own villa. When Nan Zeyu saw Wen Zichen get out of the car, he walked over quickly. Wen Zichen quickly recovered his jaw-dropping gaze and turned to look at Nan Zeyu.

Nan Zeyu looked directly at Wen Zichen's gentle face and said coldly: My villa is this big, can you leave after you've seen it? It's late, Xiaoyan is hungry too, she needs to eat, Mr. Wen.

When Wen Zichen heard Nan Zeyu's cold order to leave, he frowned, then looked at Nan Zeyu with a gentle smile and said: "But, I haven't seen the inside of the villa yet, President Nan, that's perfect, I'll invite her out for dinner, what do you think?" President Nan.

Song Yuyan couldn't sit still in the car. She hung her schoolbag on her shoulder and looked towards the driving seat where Nan Zeyu was sitting. She saw a white and black key. She tried to raise her foot and stepped on it lightly. Suddenly, the door opened automatically from the inside out. Song Yuyan hurriedly got out of the car, and then the door closed gently again.

Turning around, she saw Nan Zeyu and Wen Zichen talking. Song Yuyan walked over quickly with a schoolbag on her shoulder. Song Yuyan walked to the side of where Nan Zeyu was standing. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with cold eyes. He looked at Song Yuyan with a soft look in his eyes and said: Why did you get off the car, Xiaoyan, I'll be there in a while.

Seeing this, Wen Zichen looked unconvinced and called Song Yuyan in the most gentle voice: Song Yuyan, I'm here, hahaha. Song Yuyan was startled and looked at Wen Zichen beside Nan Zeyu. Only then did she realize that Wen Zichen's eyes were not ordinary gentle. She seemed to be attracted and walked past Nan Zeyu towards Wen Zichen. Wen Zichen smiled even more gently.

Song Yuyan looked at Wen Zichen with a sweet expression. Wen Zichen looked at Song Yuyan's sweet and lovely face, his face blushed, and he stretched out his palm in front of Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment and responded to Wen Zichen's greeting.

This scene made Nan Zeyu's eyes turn red with anger. He clenched his hands into fists, and his upper and lower jaws moved back and forth between his lips and teeth in anger, making a sound. He stared at Song Yuyan fiercely. He remembered that she greeted Wen Zichen instead of him. Suddenly, Nan Zeyu felt like an outsider and turned around and left coldly.

After Song Yuyan greeted Wen Zichen sweetly, she looked to the side and found that Nan Zeyu had left at some point. She looked at Wen Zichen apologetically and smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, it's getting late and I have to go back to the villa for dinner. Please make an appointment with me next time, preferably on the weekend."