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

Song Yuyan was panicked. She didn't know how to calm Nan Zeyu down. As Nan Zeyu kept kissing her, he felt that Song Yuyan no longer had the strength to resist him. In an instant, the kiss turned from fierce to light and gentle. As long as Nan Zeyu kissed her, he felt that he could not stop.

Nan Zeyu let go of Song Yuyan until she let out a moan. He gently pulled her up from the sofa. Song Yuyan looked at the indifferent man in front of her with a confused look on her face. His expression seemed to have cooled down a little, and his eyes were no longer red.

Nan Zeyu sat up close to Song Yuyan, looked at the confused Song Yuyan and said softly: Now you know, and how did he know your phone number, Xiaoyan? Song Yuyan just sat up straight and saw that the man's face darkened again.

She really wanted to escape from the room. He was too scary now. She couldn't stay in this room for even a second... Song Yuyan looked at the bookshelf beside the sofa. She was so frightened that she didn't dare look at where he was sitting. Nan Zeyu felt that Song Yuyan was avoiding him. He grabbed her arm tightly and forced Song Yuyan to look at him.

Song Yuyan frowned and glanced at Nan Zeyu with her watery eyes. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his pupils were so deep that they seemed to suck her into the whirlpool. His eyes were cold and his lips were pursed into a straight line like a straight line. His eyebrows when he was angry made her feel afraid.

Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu blankly and said softly: "I, Ayu, I actually forgot it at that time, but I really didn't mean to give him my phone number, really." The girl's sweet and light voice surrounded his ears, and his anger that was about to explode was instantly calmed by this voice that was eager to explain.

Nan Zeyu frowned, looked at Song Yuyan's watery eyes and said: Okay, I believe you, did I hurt you just now? Seeing that Nan Zeyu's face was not so cold anymore, Song Yuyan sat down beside him, looked at his handsome face with watery eyes, patted his back with her jade arm and said: You must believe me, I'm serious, Ayu.

The word "Ayu" melted his heart. How could he bear to be angry with her? Nan Zeyu curled the corners of his mouth slightly, put on a gentle expression and looked at Song Yuyan and said: Well, I believe you, Xiaoyan, let me see your lips.

The next second, the man lifted Song Yuyan's chin, and stroked her snow-white cheek with his warm big palm. He gently touched the place where he had kissed with his two fingers, and saw that her lips were swollen and there was a trace of blood. His heart suddenly tightened. Damn it, he was just focused on absorbing the sweetness from her mouth, but he didn't expect that her lips would bleed.

Nan Zeyu's fingers gently massaged Song Yuyan's lips, very gently, as if she was a fragile doll, afraid that if he used more force, she would break. Song Yuyan looked up at the top of his head, his hair was smooth and soft, the color of his hair was a little brown, the fragrance on the top of his hair was very light, his hair parting was very good, as if there was no sign of hair loss.

She was so envious of this president. He was so handsome that she didn't know how to describe it. He was also extremely rich. He was a billionaire in Ancheng City and his villa was so big... Moreover, his hair was not falling out at all. Song Yuyan's hands couldn't control herself. She raised her hand and touched the top of Nan Zeyu's head, and said softly: Your hair parting is so beautiful, Ayu.

Nan Zeyu, who was massaging Song Yuyan's lips, moved his fingers and said with his thin lips: If you like it, I will let you touch it alone, how do you feel? Xiaoyan, Song Yuyan was stunned, and put her palm on his hairline and tossed it back and forth, up and down like a slide.

She got a lot of privileges from Nan Zeyu, and she didn't know why she couldn't resist or respond to anything he said. Song Yuyan knew that she was staying in his villa because of her mother, and her mother's hospitalization fees and even other expenses were all paid by him!

Nan Zeyu really likes Song Yuyan's lips. They are tender, pink, and her lower lip is slightly pouted. Even with a trace of blood, the lip lines are still full and attractive. Nan Zeyu tightened his throat, lifted her chin a little higher, closed her handsome black eyes, and licked her lower lip with his tongue.

Song Yuyan's face suddenly turned red with shyness. Her lower lip was being licked back and forth by a sexy tongue, as if her lips were delicious ice cream and he was tasting it. The more Nan Zeyu licked, the more he felt it was not enough, and he put his big hand on her back and caressed it.

Song Yuyan was so shocked that she shouted: Nan Zeyu, restrain yourself, or I will fully develop the hairline on the top of your head. Nan Zeyu frowned, stopped, and let go of Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan didn't know that Nan Zeyu would stop suddenly. At this time, her two palms were boldly touching his chest muscles, and the touch...

Song Yuyan looked down, her face flushed, and she rubbed his chest muscles with her palm. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with fiery eyes and said: Do you want me to commit a crime? Xiaoyan. The man's face was full of unseen amusement, and his eyes were ruthless.

Song Yuyan quickly stood up from the sofa, turned around and ran back to the room. Nan Zeyu curled the corners of his lips. One day, the girl would be willing to surrender to him. He stood up from the sofa and walked quickly to her door. Song Yuyan was sitting on the bed with her back to him. Nan Zeyu looked at the figure sitting on the bed and said: I was just joking when I said that just now. Don't take it seriously. I'm leaving, Xiaoyan.

When Song Yuyan heard Nan Zeyu's cold and indifferent low voice, her heart suddenly became nervous. Seeing that Song Yuyan did not respond to him, Nan Zeyu turned and walked out of the room. Then, Song Yuyan heard the sound of the door being gently closed. She stood up from the bed and walked out of the room quickly. There was no figure of him sitting by the sofa. He walked really fast?

It was Friday again. After class, Song Yuyan packed up her textbooks, put them in her schoolbag, and walked quickly out of the classroom. She didn't know when it started, but she was looking forward to Nan Zeyu driving to the school gate on time every day to wait for her after class. He didn't get out of the car, but just drove to her side, then rolled down the window. She turned around and saw his cold, handsome, and evil black eyes.

Song Yuyan walked on the campus road with a blushing face. She lowered her head, carried a backpack on her back, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her little face was dyed with a rosy color that she herself could not describe. She walked out of the school gate and walked to the right. After just a few steps, she heard the sound of a car window.

She turned around and saw Nan Zeyu driving behind her. Her eyes curved sweetly, and the corners of her lips showed a sweet smile that was 100% lethal. She shouted to him: Ah Yu! Nan Zeyu drove the car and looked at Song Yuyan's profile. Her sweet look today made him very unhappy. He looked at Song Yuyan with a cold face and said: Didn't I ask Assistant Bai to find a new dress for you? Why don't you wear it...

Song Yuyan stopped and looked at the cold man in the car. She looked at her skirt. The skirt was milky white and tight-fitting. The upper and lower parts of the skirt were made of transparent tulle, and only the top of the skirt was made of fluffy white wool. She brought this skirt from her home, so why was it not okay?

Nan Zeyu frowned and drove the car far away. Song Yuyan chased him wildly behind him. What the hell is this person doing? He drove the car so far away. Her skirt is so short. What if she is exposed? Nan Zeyu saw Song Yuyan's frustrated expression chasing his Ferrari through the rearview mirror. He smiled wickedly. Who told you to wear such a short skirt and not listen to me?

If he had known that he would be in her room yesterday, he should have opened the closet and carefully checked to see how many such skirts she had and thrown them all away. Nan Zeze still felt sorry for Song Yuyan, so he slowed down the car and slowly backed up. Song Yuyan felt like she was out of breath and she had to use force on her knees. At this time, the gray-black Ferrari backed up.

The car stopped beside her. Song Yuyan's face turned pale. She gasped and looked at the cold-faced man in the car. His profile was so sharp. Nan Zeyu suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Yuyan, who was pale, gasping and breathing, and said: You are not allowed to wear these skirts anymore. From tomorrow on, you must wear the brand new skirt set that I asked Assistant Bai to give you. Do you understand, Xiaoyan?

Song Yuyan's face turned red and white. Why did the president care what skirt she wore? However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Song Yuyan walked quickly to the car window, looked at Nan Zeyu's cold eyes and said timidly: I understand. I dare not disobey President Nan's words, and my mother's life and death are still in your hands.

Nan Zeyu's eyes widened instantly. What the hell? What do you mean her mother's life and death is in my hands? Why does it sound like he sold it to his family? Nan Zeyu's eyes sank instantly, looking at Song Yuyan's pale face and said: Can you speak? It sounds like you sold it to my villa, Song Yuyan.

The man's harsh words made Song Yuyan's cochlea hurt. The sound was not loud, but the decibel was extremely high. Fortunately, there were not many students passing by on this road. If they heard it, it would be terrible. The scandal of a female college student in Ancheng relying on a wealthy president would be spread everywhere. How could she continue her senior year?

After Song Yuyan got in the car, Nan Zeyu was about to drive away from Ancheng University when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the cell phone holder in the car and swiped it open with his finger. The incoming call screen showed that it was a call from "Shen Jiayi". He quickly connected the Bluetooth headset in the car and put it in his left ear.

The sound of Shen Jiayi's high heels came from the other side. Nan Ze frowned and looked at Song Yuyan in the back seat of the car. The little girl was sleeping on the car seat with her schoolbag in her arms. How could this little girl sleep? Was his car for her to sleep?

Shen Jiayi's female voice came from the headset: "Boss Nan, I don't have time tonight, and you don't need to come to Ancheng Hospital. I'll make it short, and there's no need to make an appointment. Are you listening?" Nan Zeyu turned his head back to the front, pushed the headset with his big hand and said in a deep voice: "I'm listening, Miss Shen, please go ahead, I understand."

Shen Jiayi walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the elevator button. She had just finished a major operation and her butt wasn't even warm yet when she had to rush upstairs to check on Song Yuyan's mother. Shen Jiayi said to Nan Zeyu in a deep voice: Her mother vomited several times this morning and she was given a sedative. We really can't delay any longer. The operation must be done by the middle of this month at the latest. President Nan, do you understand?

Nan Zeyu frowned, her mother vomited again. Delis is now in the United States and is trying to invite the American doctor to Ancheng. Today is the first day... Nan Zeyu pondered for a while, his dark pupils were frighteningly dark, and he said coldly to Shen Jiayi in the headset: I know, I asked the special nurse who took care of my mother to send her back to the United States and invite the American doctor to Ancheng. That doctor performed a brain surgery on my mother.

Shen Jiayi entered the elevator and pressed the button for the luxurious ward floor. She rubbed her temples and leaned against the elevator wall and said, "I don't care what method your mother's special care uses. Anyway, Xiaoyan's mother really needs surgery as soon as possible, otherwise her condition will worsen. Intermediate cancer, intermediate very quickly..."

Shen Jiayi was about to continue, but Nan Zeyu interrupted her and said coldly: "No, Miss Shen, no, I will do it as soon as possible." Song Yuyan frowned, and felt that there was a voice talking beside her. She opened her watery eyes and looked forward. She listened to the voice of Nan Zeyu on the phone. She turned over and looked at Nan Zeyu.

He touched the Bluetooth headset on his left ear with his big hand. From this angle, she could only see his chin, his furrowed brows and his cold profile. She opened her ears and heard Nan Zeyu's cold voice in the headset: Please believe me, I will definitely let Delis bring the American doctor to Ancheng. Song Yuyan's eyes were stunned. Was this a call from Jiayi to him?

Then, Song Yuyan heard Nan Zeyu say worriedly in the headset: Her mother keeps vomiting, don't give her sedatives all the time, see if your hospital has any other anti-vomiting drugs for her to take, so that her mother can get temporary relief. Miss Shen, too much vomiting is very bad for the patient's stomach, you are a doctor and you should know this.

Song Yuyan's eyes instantly became hot, she covered her mouth, her pupils blinking with tears, "Mom, she vomited non-stop?" When did Mom become seriously ill? Why didn't she know? Jiayi didn't call her to tell her. The tears in her eyes fell silently from the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.

Nan Zeyu didn't know that Song Yuyan had heard the whole conversation between him and Shen Jiayi. Nan Zeyu said to Shen Jiayi on the phone: If her mother keeps vomiting, she should be given anti-vomiting medicine instead of letting her get worse. Do you know what I mean? Miss Shen.

Shen Jiayi closed her eyes and suddenly opened them. At this moment, the elevator door opened. She walked out of the elevator quickly and said to Nan Zeyu on the other end of the phone: "I know what you mean, President Nan, thank you for reminding me. I will think of a way tonight. I'll hang up first and go to check on her mother's condition."

Nan Zeyu hummed on the phone, then hung up the phone. He took off the Bluetooth headset and put it on the phone holder. Song Yuyan quickly closed her watery eyes and pretended to be asleep, looking at Nan Zeyu. He did not turn his head to look at him, but started the Ferrari, and the car drove slowly. Tears in her eyes flowed from the corners of her eyes and slid to her chin when she heard the conversation between the two on the phone. What about her mother? It can't get worse. Please, Delis, please invite the American doctor to Ancheng! She opened her eyes with pain, and the tears in the corners of her eyes fell on the car seat and melted.