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

When Wen Zichen saw the Ferrari sports car speeding away from the school gate, his eyes dimmed, he curled his lips into a bitter smile, and his face turned cold. He thought that she would not get engaged to him, but unexpectedly, when he saw the engagement news at the American branch, he still couldn't believe it. How could it be? How could it be... How could she be engaged.

At that time, he was negotiating contracts day and night. When he returned to the hotel room, he could no longer control his inner feelings. He slid down on the sofa, bent his legs, and cried with his head in his hands. He didn't know how long he felt the pain in his heart. Then, he chose not to read the news about her in Ancheng City and stayed in the United States to deal with the affairs of the branch.

The man didn't say a word. He drove the car at the highest speed and flew up. Song Yuyan's face turned pale. She frowned and glanced at the cold man. Her body trembled, and even her throat trembled. She trembled and said, "I beg you, Nan Zeyu, don't drive so fast? Stop, please, I'm scared!"

The man seemed not to hear the girl's faint cry for help. Her watery eyes were misty with mist, her eye sockets were getting red, and her eyes were filled with tears. She held the armrests of the car tightly with both hands, her legs were shaking and weak, and she looked at the man in a daze.

The car was driving at a speed of flying, rushing through every intersection in Ancheng City. Song Yuyan felt that every sense in her body was trembling. Finally, she had no choice but to close her eyes in panic, bite her lower lip, and lower her head in pain.

Nan Zeyu was like a madman, speeding up the car to the maximum speed and even the speed that made it take off. It felt like the whole Ferrari sports car was about to fly away. There was no expression on his face, his black eyes were staring straight ahead with a look of rage, and every part of his body was burning with anger. His deep black eyes were extremely cold, his pupils were dark and bottomless, and his black eyes exuded a cruel aura.

After more than half an hour, the Ferrari sports car drove to the intersection of the villa. He slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel sharply, made a big circle and entered the Ancheng Villa Park. After more than half an hour, the Ferrari sports car finally drove back to the gate of the Nan family villa and the man stopped the car.

His face was frighteningly cold, and his dark eyes didn't even look at her. He opened the car door and quickly got out of the car. Song Yuyan was so scared that her back went cold, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her whole body was shaking. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at the car door.

Seeing that the car door was open, she trembled and picked up the schoolbag from the car, walked to the left door, got out of the car, and then closed the door. When getting out of the car, she only saw the man walking coldly and quickly. She ran to catch up with him. The man walked very fast and kicked the door of the villa hard.

The door of the villa slammed with a loud bang, breaking the girl's eardrums. Her face turned even paler and she followed the man closely. She carefully closed the door of the villa and quickly followed him. He almost flew to the back garden of the villa.

After passing through the back garden, Nan Zeyu came to the door of the villa and saw that Zhao Ma had already opened the door. When Zhao Ma saw the young master, her face was as cold as ice with anger, and her black eyes exuded a cruel aura. Her body trembled, her legs became weak, and she said blankly: "Young Master, Young Master, you're back, dinner will be ready."

Nan Zeyu raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Ma, and shouted in a fierce voice: Get out! Zhao Ma was frightened and at a loss, she bowed respectfully, turned around and ran away in a panic. Nan Zeyu walked into the hall of the villa, passed through the living room, and didn't even look in the direction of the restaurant. He ran upstairs angrily.

He walked to the door of his room, raised his leg and kicked it hard, causing the door to make a loud bang like thunder. The girl followed him tremblingly and trotted upstairs. When she saw that he had kicked the door hard, she was so scared that her face turned pale and her red lips lost their color.

The girl bravely ran over. When she reached the door, she saw the tall, strong, cold, cruel and furious figure of the man standing in front of the door with his back to him. Song Yuyan walked forward fearlessly, walked past him and came in front of him. Nan Zeyu's face was terribly gloomy and extremely cold, and his black eyes were dark. He turned his head to look elsewhere without even looking at her.

At this moment, Song Yuyan felt a chill in her heart. She blinked innocently at the cold-faced man with her watery eyes and said nervously: You, you, you, what's wrong with you again... Nan Zeyu, um...

Nan Zeyu didn't respond to her. He turned around and walked towards the bedroom. Song Yuyan followed behind him, carefully holding his sleeve. He walked very fast and reached the bedroom door in three or two steps. He paused, turned his back to her, and said in a deep voice: Go out, I don't want to talk now. Also, just let Aunt Li bring up dinner, I won't go downstairs.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his hand and closed the bedroom door tightly. With a "bang" sound, the girl was isolated outside the bedroom. Song Yuyan's face was suddenly stunned. She saw with her own eyes that he didn't even turn his head to look at her, but directly slammed the bedroom door...

Her face suddenly changed, her watery eyes were hot, and her nose was also sour. The next second, tears fell from her eyes without warning, slid down her cheeks, and the tears blurred her vision. She pursed her lips coldly, turned around, covered her tear-soaked cheeks, and ran out the door.

The man heard the sound of his door closing. He opened the bedroom door with a complicated expression and looked up at the door. She left without any further explanation. Or did she feel that she was not wrong in this matter? Nan Zeyu walked out of the bedroom dejectedly. He turned to look at the window in the direction of the sofa.

Outside the villa, the sky gradually darkened, and his deep black eyes were filled with sorrow. He was already very tired today. This month he was almost always at dinner parties, dinner parties, and dinner parties. He only returned to the villa in the early hours of the morning because he wanted to expand the company again. Therefore, he kept signing big projects.

When he drove to her school gate, he was ecstatic. When he glanced at the Porsche at the school gate, he felt like he was struck by thunder and became angry. Wen Zichen, why is he here again? This time, he drove to her school gate again...

He quickly drove to the Porsche, opened the door, and got out. When he saw her standing in front of Wen Zichen's car and talking to her with a smile, he was even more furious. His body was ignited with anger every time. The last time was at the entrance of his company, and this time it was directly at the entrance of her school...

Nan Zeyu curled his lips and sneered, muttering coldly: Very good, I saw it with my own eyes, and she didn't reject him, right? Wen Zichen brought her a small cake again this time, right? He sneered and sat on the swivel chair at the bar, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyebrows, and his black eyes stared directly at the wine cabinet.

He walked over quickly, opened the wine cabinet, took out a wine glass and several bottles of wine, poured all the wine into the glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he picked up the glass with force and threw it hard on the carpet due to gravity.

The wine glasses made crackling sounds and fell to the carpet, breaking into pieces. He then threw the rest of the glasses hard onto the carpet, leaving it in a mess with broken glasses and a lot of wine spilling out of them.

The bedroom was instantly filled with a strong smell of alcohol. It was getting dark and the room was pitch black. Nan Zeyu did not turn on the light in the room. The man sat on the swivel chair at the bar, picked up the last wine glass, and drank it violently. The spicy wine, as it went down his throat, instantly extinguished some of the man's anger.

His dark eyes were hazy as he glanced at the whiskey, red wine and champagne. His dark eyes gradually became blurry. When he looked carefully, he saw that the sky outside the window in the direction of the sofa and the villa had turned dark. The room was pitch black and he couldn't see his hand in front of him. The next second, he felt his vision was blurry. He tilted his head, holding the wine glass in his hand, and his face fell under the bottle. He pursed his thin lips and opened his eyes to look again.

She was completely unconscious and fell on the bar counter. At the same time, in Song Yu's room, she curled up on the sofa, tears streaming down her cheeks like beads from a faucet, soaking the sofa.

The room was dark and the lights were off. The girl was crying so hard that her voice was almost hoarse. Her body and shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. Song Yuyan had a headache from crying so much. She sat up on the sofa with her arms in a daze. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her red lips were bitten by her.

Both of their doors were closed. When Ye Mingxuan heard what Zhao Ma said, she didn't believe it. She stumbled out of the restaurant and ran towards the stairs, running up the stairs as fast as she could. When she reached her son's door, sweat broke out on her little face in panic. She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

She smelled a strong smell of alcohol in the room. Her beautiful eyes turned. There was no light in the room. Ye Mingxuan turned on the light in Nan Zeyu's room in the dark, and saw her drunk son sitting on the swivel chair at the bar, with the bottle of wine poured over him. She covered her mouth in disbelief.

She walked towards the bar little by little, and when she saw the mess of wine glass residue on the carpet, she felt terrible. At this time, Aunt Li came over, walked into the young master's room, saw the wine glass residue all over the floor, and shouted nervously: "Madam, be careful with the wine glass residue, don't go over there, be careful not to get hurt, wait for me to deal with it before you go over to the bar."

Ye Mingxuan covered his face, turned around in panic, and walked out of the bedroom with a melancholy look on his face. Li Ma's movements were really fast. In a short time, the wine glass residue on the floor of the bedroom had been completely cleaned up. The man frowned, he opened his black eyes, and saw his mother walking quickly towards the bar.

He staggered to his feet from the swivel chair. Ye's mother walked quickly to her son and saw that his face was red, his consciousness was unclear, and his body was staggering. She raised her hand and held his wrist tightly. She spoke anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Xiaoyu, why did you drink so much? You even broke the wine glass. What happened?..."

Ye Mingxuan's face was sweating from anxiety. Nan Zeyu turned his head and looked at his mother who appeared in front of him. He curled his lips and smiled lightly, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he said in a drunken voice: It's okay, Mom, why are you here, it's dark now...

Mother Ye held her son's handsome face in her hands because he was drunk. Her heart choked and she said with great sorrow: What happened? What happened? Why are you like this? Tell me, is it because of Xiaoyan? Ah!

Nan Ze lowered his black eyes and fell on Ye Mu's shoulder. He was full of alcohol, which made Ye Mu feel very uncomfortable. At this time, the girl cried and ran into the man's bedroom with red eyes. She saw him drunk and fell on Ye Mu's shoulder. Her heart trembled and she ran forward.

Ye Mingxuan heard footsteps coming over. She turned her head with difficulty and saw Song Yuyan running over quickly. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen. Her lower lip was bitten by her. Her long curly hair was a little messy. Her eyes were red. Ye Mingxuan said nervously: "What's wrong with you? Xiaoyan, why are your eyes red? Why are you crying? What happened to you?"

Ye's mother frowned and looked at her son and then at her daughter-in-law Xiaoyan. Her face was frozen. Finally, with the help of her and Ye's mother, she helped the tall man to the sofa. She looked at Ye's mother with a forced sweet smile and said gently: It's okay, I will take care of him. Aunt, please go and have dinner. I'll ask Aunt Li to bring the food up later.

But just after she finished speaking, she found that her voice had become hoarse. Ye Mingxuan wanted to ask something else, but Song Yuyan used all her strength to push her on her back and pushed her out of the room.

Song Yuyan hurriedly locked the door and walked quickly to the sofa. She squatted down and sat cross-legged on the carpet. Following her gaze, she looked at the man lying on the sofa in a big letter shape. He looked drunk, with red wine stains on his thin lips.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the man's cold lips. Her heart felt dull and a splitting pain spread from her chest. The tears in her eyes filled up again. Song Yuyan said in a hoarse voice: Why are you like this? Why are you drunk? Get up and tell me, don't pretend to be drunk and wake up!

Nan Zeyu suddenly opened his dark eyes and turned to look at Song Yuyan. His face suddenly turned cold again. He fiercely shook off her hand that was touching his lips. The girl fell backwards after he shook her hand so violently, and her body rolled on the carpet. The man shook his head, propped himself up with his arms coldly, and sat up on the sofa.

Song Yuyan felt a burning pain in her palm. She frowned, stood up, walked to Nan Zeyu, and sat next to him. He turned his head away from her, his handsome face tense. Song Yuyan felt a pain in her heart. She curled her lips and smiled coldly, her voice trembling: So, you want me to explain? Or what, Nan Zeyu, Wen Zichen and I have nothing to do with each other, you still don't believe it?

Nan Zeyu's dark eyes were dark, and the coldness in his dark pupils spread to the bottom of his eyes. After a long time, he spoke in a cold voice: What am I in your heart? As if he was asking her, or asking himself, he curled his lips in a self-deprecating smile, turned his head, and stared at her with a worried face.

Song Yuyan looked into Nan Ze's sad black eyes. She opened her lips and wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to say it, as if the words were stuck in her throat. Suddenly, her cell phone rang, interrupting the silence. The man frowned and lowered his head to take out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.

He glanced at the screen of his mobile phone. It was a call from Bai Xun. He answered the call. The man's brows furrowed more and more sharply as he listened. Song Yuyan listened attentively to the voice on the man's mobile phone. It was a call from Assistant Bai.

Nan Zeyu frowned, his thin lips pursed, and he seemed to be half sober. Bai Xun sat in the study room of the apartment, holding his mobile phone tightly, his eyes staring at the computer screen. He held the mobile phone in his hand, looked at the computer screen, and said nervously: "I'm still checking, President. I don't know why, but there is a problem with the cooperation in the UK. You need to fly to the UK. I have booked the plane ticket for you. The flight to the UK will be at 10 tomorrow morning, President."

Nan Zeyu's face darkened, he gripped the phone a little harder, and said in an icy voice: What's going on? How could something go wrong? Okay, I get it. See you at the airport tomorrow morning, Bai Xun.

After that, Nan Zeyu hung up the phone. He stood up from the sofa, without even looking at Song Yuyan, and walked quickly to the bathroom. Song Yuyan saw the bathroom door was closed, and her heart trembled. He was going on a business trip? Tomorrow morning...

The girl sat on the sofa and did not leave. She stared at the bathroom door and looked at the time on her watch. It was almost 12 o'clock. It had been half an hour. Why hadn't he finished his shower and come out yet? She felt something was wrong.

She got up from the sofa and walked quickly to the bathroom door. She was about to open it, but found it was locked. She knocked on the door gently and asked in confusion: "Aren't you done yet? Nan Zeyu, what's wrong with you?" It was almost 12 o'clock.

The man had buried his head at the bottom of the bathtub. He lay there steadily without making any sound. Song Yuyan outside the door was getting anxious. Just as she was about to bang on the door, the bathroom door opened and Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe with a cold and handsome face.

His dark eyes were as cold as a sharp blade as he glanced at her anxious and nervous face, and said in a deep voice without any emotion: Go back to your room, I don't have time, I have to go to England tomorrow, maybe a month. After that, the man brushed past her fiercely and walked into the bedroom.

He slammed the bedroom door shut again, isolating her outside. More than an hour later, the bedroom door was opened again. Her pupils dilated as she saw the man wearing a brand new casual suit, pulling a suitcase.

He pulled the suitcase out of the bedroom, stopped, turned around and looked at her. His dark eyes were full of gloom, his brows were cold, his thin lips were half open, and he said with a cold face: I don’t want to hear about your affairs for the second time. Secondly, I will be on a business trip to the UK for a month. You should not live in the villa for the time being. I am worried. You can go and live with your best friend. I will call her and tell her.

Song Yuyan was stunned, stunned, dumbfounded... She stared at the handsome man with a stern face with dull eyes. Her watery eyes gathered star-like water light, and she said blankly: Are you pushing me out? Nan Zeyu

Nan Zeyu didn't say anything. His black eyes looked straight into Song Yuyan's red eyes. His brows were stern and his face was cold as he said: No, I just asked you to live with your best friend. Also, she has moved and no longer lives in a villa. She lives in an apartment now. I won't sleep in the room at night. I'll drive to the company now and go directly to the airport in the morning.

After saying that, the man pulled the suitcase and turned to leave. Song Yuyan's body was shaking, and the girl's eyes began to feel hot again. The girl raised her hand to grab the man's arm. Nan Zeyu turned to look at the girl's small hand. He raised his hand with pain and pulled her hand off. Song Yuyan stared at his cold eyebrows in a daze. He didn't even look at her. He pulled the suitcase and walked quickly to the bedroom door, opened the door and walked out.