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

Chapter 361 Mrs. Yan, we will meet again

The man walked to the sofa in the study, he sat sideways on the sofa with his shoulder tilted. Song Yuyan turned her head to look over, she frowned slightly, and walked over quickly. He was sitting sideways, Song Yuyan was standing behind him. Without looking, Song Yuyan knew that he seemed jealous... Song Yuyan bit her lip, frowned, and spoke cautiously: Well, husband, you...you weren't thinking about anything else just now, right!

Nan Zeyu's face suddenly darkened, and his deep black eyes also darkened, but he still said stubbornly: Am I such a person as your husband? Song Yuyan heard the man's voice and said, did he really not think of anything else? This voice is very low pressure...

Song Yuyan doesn't know how to coax people either. She tensed up and stood behind him in a daze. Nan Zeyu frowned and said in a low voice: Come here, wife, come here! The man's voice was like the night wind, chilling to the bone.

Song Yuyan was stunned. She took a few steps forward. The man grabbed the stunned Song Yuyan with one hand, then pulled her. Her ankle twisted and she fell into his arms. He turned around, quickly supported her waist, and then pulled her to sit on his lap.

By the time Song Yuyan reacted, she was already sitting on his lap, with his big, hot hands around her waist. Song Yuyan's face suddenly turned red, and she didn't dare to struggle. She turned her head slightly and met Nan Zeyu's cold black eyes. He was like a night walker, with cold black eyes, glancing at her dimly.

Her watery eyes were stunned for a moment, and she wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Song Yuyan looked at the man's cold black eyes. It seemed that Nan Zeyu's face was not very good today. Could it be that he saw her helping Liu Mingxi put on the crystal hairpin, so he was jealous again?

Song Yuyan stared at his handsome face suspiciously. His eyes were deep, like the bottomless night sea, gloomy and cold. She moved closer to his face, her eyes moving quickly, their breaths nose to nose, Song Yuyan's little face felt hot, and she slowly said with her red lips: Are you angry again?

Her voice was small, as soft as an ant's, but Nan Ze still heard it. Nan Zeyu did not answer her. Song Yuyan sat on his lap, and she was like someone in a frying pan, being roasted bit by bit.

She raised her arm and tugged at his sleeve. Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes and looked at the small hand that was tugging at his sleeve. He found it a little funny. In fact, he was not angry, but just felt a little sour in his heart. However, Nan Zeyu wanted to tease Song Yuyan so he pretended to be angry with a stern face.

Seeing this, Song Yuyan frowned nervously and said: I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, husband, I didn't know you would really be angry, please don't be angry with me, okay? Nan Zeyu was unmoved, Song Yuyan panicked, her breathing held, and she blurted out subconsciously: I...that, my husband, I will make it up to you tonight.

The man's low laughter leaked out from his chest little by little. Song Yuyan raised her eyes to meet his faint smile. She smiled and said: Hey, you are not angry anymore, right? Husband, right, right!

Nan Zeyu pursed his lips and said nothing, his right palm resting on her waist. Song Yuyan's breathing tightened. The man's big palm was hot, and the heat from his palm seemed to burn the fabric of her skirt. Song Yuyan felt a surge of heat on her little face, and his big palm moved little by little.

After a moment, Song Yuyan's shy moans were heard from the study in the villa. This man actually... She was put on the sofa by Nan Zeyu, and he punished her again, but in a different way. Song Yuyan didn't dare to say a word and could only let him do it.

An hour later, the punishment was over. Song Yuyan's legs were limp. He held her waist and pulled her up from the sofa. He put her skirt on. Song Yuyan's face was burning. Was it really her voice just now? The sound of her scream was simply...

Nan Zeyu glanced at her, and she barely managed to stand on her feet. She looked away, her face burning. He smiled sexily and said: I have to punish you well so that you will be good. Go eat first and save your energy. You can come to make it up to me in the evening.

Song Yuyan gritted her teeth, her hands tightly clenched, she nodded, held her waist, and slowly walked forward. Nan Zeyu glanced over, thinking that he really wouldn't be jealous. Is he being honest now? Watching Song Yuyan holding her waist and slowly walking out of the study.

He bent down. In the restaurant, Butler Long saw his wife coming in. He quickly stepped forward, nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Madam, I have heated up the food again. Hey...where is the young master?" Butler Long raised his eyes and looked towards the door of the restaurant.

Song Yuyan's legs went weak and she almost fell down. Butler Long held her wrist. Song Yuyan didn't know how to explain this...mainly because she couldn't say anything. She waved her hands and said with a serious face: "It's okay, I'm fine. Butler Long, he will be here soon."

Butler Long nodded slightly. He pulled out the dining table chair on the main seat, and Song Yuyan sat down, leaning her waist against the back of the chair. Thinking of the voice that Nan Zeyu had just spoken to her...her in the study, Song Yuyan's ears suddenly felt hot. This man, she clenched her little fists.

Song Yuyan lowered her eyes to the dining table. There were five dishes and a soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, crystal shrimps, pork and vegetable rolls, pork belly with sauce, and chicken stewed with antlers. Her pupils dilated. What a great dish! Chicken stewed with antlers. She swallowed her saliva. If she ate more, she would have to compensate that stinky man in the evening.

Around half past ten, the man came over and sat beside Song Yuyan. Nan Zeyu looked at her. Song Yuyan glared at him angrily. Her watery eyes coldly glared at his deep black eyes. His black eyes were as black as ink. He moved his thin lips slightly and said lightly: It's okay, honey. I didn't mean it just now, but I...

Song Yuyan's hands trembled violently, and her face became hot again. She snorted coldly, not looking at him, and lowered her head. Nan Zeyu looked at her. Is there nothing he could do? He just wanted to punish her slightly, but when he smelled the milky fragrance on her body, he increased the punishment. He touched his nose and lowered his head to eat.

They were both eating, Honeymoon looked up, neither speaking nor looking at each other. Song Yuyan treated the food as Nan Zeyu and bit the vegetables with a crunchy sound. Nan Zeyu pretended not to hear and picked up a lot of stewed chicken for her and put it on her plate. She glanced at it.

The man whispered: Eat more, you won't be so tired at night, deer antler is a good thing. Song Yuyan was so angry that she stepped on his foot. Nan Zeyu frowned and felt a pain in his foot. He ate calmly, but his frowning eyebrows still exposed the fact that he was in so much pain.

After dinner, Song Yuyan fled out of the restaurant, fearing that this man would ask her to make amends right now. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look over. So afraid of him? He wouldn't eat her either? The man raised his lips and smiled wickedly, but he was still looking forward to the evening.

Song Yuyan returned to the bedroom, quickly entered the bathroom, unlocked the bathroom door, and soaked in the bathtub. Song Yuyan directly immersed herself in the bathtub. Her legs were so weak now. When she immersed her legs in the bathtub, the sore and weak feeling disappeared and she felt warm.

After soaking for more than three hours, Song Yuyan got up from the bathtub, put on her sky blue and pink bear pajamas, walked out of the bathroom, and looked at her watch. It was half past two. She turned her head and looked at the bedroom door. Nan Zeyu didn't come. Didn't he ask her to make it up to him in the evening?

It should be a while. Song Yuyan walked straight into the bedroom, closed the door, lay on the bed, and made a sleeping mask with the flavor of pomegranate flower, lavender, and milk salt. She applied the sleeping mask on her snow-white face. After a while, her face felt icy and a little cool.

Song Yuyan took a look and saw that it was a sleeping mask from Wangyue Island, which contained antioxidant, moisturizing and repairing ingredients. She turned over, crossed her legs, and gently pressed her small hands on the sleeping mask. It was really comfortable, and as she was applying it, she really felt like she was about to fall asleep.

The bedroom fell silent. After a moment's silence, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Song Yuyan's alarm bells rang. She looked nervous, put on a sleeping mask, and looked at the bedroom door. Why did the door suddenly open? Could it be that it was blown open by the wind...

Song Yuyan was surprised for a moment, she quickly got out of bed and walked to the door. She felt terrible. The man had the temperament of a superior and walked towards her with steadfast steps. He walked towards her and she stepped back. Song Yuyan's heart trembled with fear, and she had a sleeping mask on her face.

Nan Zeyu forced her to retreat, and she fell on the bed. Song Yuyan put her legs on the bed and moved to the back of the bed. He raised his hand to hold her ankle and pulled her over. Song Yuyan trembled and said: "Well, I'm not well yet? I'm wearing a frozen mask? Husband."

The man pressed her down on the bed. She looked up at Nan Zeyu, who had a deep look on his face. His dark eyes flashed with a peaceful light. Nan Zeyu stared at her wide eyes and chuckled softly: "Do you feel the pressure? Wife." His voice was cold and fierce.

Song Yuyan nodded quickly, Nan Zeyu raised his lips slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: Don't worry, honey, I'll give you time, it's only half past two, let's take our time. Song Yuyan was so nervous that she could only stare, take our time, this take our time doesn't really mean take our time...

She had ignored this man for three days because of Liu Mingxi, so tonight was her time to repay him. Would he take his time? Song Yuyan would never believe it. He seemed to want to eat her in the study room. Would he not rush...

Nan Zeyu nodded at her, his dark eyes looking deeply into her dazed eyes. There was a frozen mask on her little face, leaving only her two big eyes and moist red lips visible. Nan Zeyu could not see anything else.

Song Yuyan's nose moved. He had just finished a shower and his body smelled very good. The man laughed softly and said, "Dog nose? You can still smell your husband's shower smell even with a frozen mask on?"

Song Yuyan was startled. She looked up and met Nan Zeyu's dark eyes with a faint smile. She puffed her lips and snorted: Of course I can smell it, I'm sensitive to smells! She turned her face away, and the corners of his lips curved, what a capricious little girl.

Finally, the man frowned and said: Wife, how long are you going to apply this frozen mask? It was already past three o'clock. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and Song Yuyan leaned on the head of the bed. He looked at the time on his watch, raised his eyes and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were dim, and her heart skipped a beat.

It was almost four o'clock when Song Yuyan finally finished applying the frozen mask. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. She bent over and peeled off the frozen mask on her face from bottom to top. Then, she washed her face again. After she finished washing, she stood up and turned to look. The man was leaning against the bathroom door with his face tilted to the side.

Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. The man turned his head and looked over, walking towards her with his long legs. Nan Zeyu was wearing a dark blue bathrobe. He walked towards her, and Song Yuyan stepped back, retreating to the edge of the bathtub. She looked at him with wide eyes.

Her watery eyes suddenly widened and she stared at her blankly. Nan Zeyu's lips curled slightly. He pressed her into the bathtub. His affectionate black eyes stared at her blank eyes. He smiled with interest, as if smiling but not smiling: Right here, wife, right here, um...

Song Yuyan could hear her own heartbeat, which was beating very fast. Seeing that Song Yuyan didn't say anything, it meant that she agreed. Song Yuyan just lay down in the bathtub and slowly closed her eyes. He glanced at her and found that she was quite well behaved.

After a while, in the bathroom, there was the man's heavy and crazy breathing. He was like a flood and a beast. Song Yuyan's gasps and the beautiful scenery made her unable to withstand the man's sudden eager desire and strength. Her throat was dry from breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuyan thought it was over. The man picked her up and panted: Go to the sofa. Song Yuyan almost vomited blood. She went to the sofa again. Here, Song Yuyan was still passive. Nan Zeyu teased her. She didn't want to scream anymore. She was tired!

After a while, Song Yuyan raised her eyes and met Nan Zeyu's misty black eyes. She panted and said: Ha... ah ha... ha... is it ok? Husband, the man raised the corners of his lips, he looked at her with dark eyes, and panted: Ah ha... No, no, go to bed, wife.

Song Yuyan was about to pass out. She was numb to the sound and let Nan Zeyu do it. However, he was much gentler. Song Yuyan was tired. Deer antler stewed chicken? No... After eating it, where was the strength? She didn't have any? She couldn't use any strength.

Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu, and suddenly, he stopped and stood up. Song Yuyan thought it was over, but who would have thought that he would say: I just remembered that it was you who compensated me, wife, so, you come.