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

Chapter 362 Wife, Today is the Last Day of Our Honeymoon

The two came out of the Wangyue Island Airport. Song Yuyan's eyes were still slightly red. She was slowly supported by the man and walked out of the airport. The tears in her eyes were still shining. The man didn't say anything. He just heard Song Yuyan sobbing softly. Song Yuyan didn't pay attention and almost stumbled and sprained her ankle. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes tightened, his breathing condensed, his eyes swept to her right ankle, and he quickly pulled her leg with one hand and held her waist with the other.

Song Yuyan was picked up by Nan Zeyu, and then he held her firmly in his arms. She looked up at the man blankly. The man's eyes were full of worry. He looked at her tightly with his black eyes. He frowned and said: Wife, are you okay? Did you sprain your ankle? Tell me?

His voice was very nervous, and his handsome eyebrows were furrowed. Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, and she said woodenly: No... No... It's okay, husband, I didn't sprain my ankle. This made Nan Zeyu nervous. Without saying a word, he turned her body sideways and bent over to pick her up sideways.

The man carried her to the back seat of the car, the door of the Bentley was closed, and the man raised his hand and pulled down the front baffle, which immediately sealed the two of them. Song Yuyan saw Nan Zeyu holding her two little ankles and examining them carefully. Her red lips moved and she said lightly: No, I'm really fine, it's just a sprained ankle, husband.

She was very tired, really tired today. She just cried for a while and didn't know when she would see Liu Mingxi again. It was her first time meeting Liu Mingxi and it was so hurried. She didn't give her any gifts. Song Yuyan suddenly felt depressed.

Nan Zeyu rubbed her ankle and looked up at Song Yuyan who was leaning back through the car window. She looked tired. His dark eyes narrowed and his gaze became dim. He exhaled and said lightly: "Are you tired? If you are tired, just take a nap, wife. I'll call you when we get to the villa."

The man's voice was low and soft like water, with a hint of heartache. Song Yuyan had closed her eyes. Nan Zeyu knew that she was reluctant to leave because she saw Liu Mingxi leaving Wangyue Island. She didn't know when she would see him again.

Thinking of this, Nan Zeyu felt a little jealous. He was actually jealous of a woman. Besides Song Yuyan, he was jealous of another woman. He put down her two little ankles, put on flat shoes for her, then put her on his lap and looked deeply at her who was sleeping with her eyes closed.

What day is it today? Nan Zeyu immediately took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket with one hand, swiped the screen, and looked at the time on the screen. It was the 29th. His dark eyes tightened, and Nan Zeyu's thin lips moved slightly, and he murmured: Let's go back, and leave Wangyue Island after tomorrow.

At around half past twelve, the Bentley arrived at the Wangyue Island Villa. Song Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at the man who turned his head to look out of the car window. Her ankle was held tightly by him and placed on his legs. The corners of her lips curved up. This man was really meticulous.

Song Yuyan blinked, her red lips moved, and she said sweetly: "Honey, are we at the villa?" The man heard her voice, turned his head and looked at her, smiling gently, his eyebrows were soft, and his dark eyes were full of love and doting. He leaned over and Song Yuyan subconsciously leaned towards the car window.

Seeing that her head was about to hit the car window, Nan Zeyu quickly stretched out his arm to the back of her head. She leaned her head on his palm and looked at him with her big stunned eyes blinking. The man's black eyes were stern, he frowned and said in a low voice: I told you to be careful, your head almost hit the car window.

Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide. Huh? She didn't want to hit the car window? She was just nervous. Why did this man think she wanted to hit the car window? Her face changed, and she stared at the cold black eyes. She frowned and said angrily: What are you looking at? Nan Zeyu, why would I hit the car window?

Nan Zeyu was startled. Song Yuyan stared at him with anger in her eyes and a puffy face. Nan Zeyu thought she was so cute. He raised his hand to pinch her snow-white face. She snorted coldly. At this moment...

The car door suddenly opened, and the two turned their heads to look over, and were immediately embarrassed. Butler Long was standing outside the car door. He bent down and bowed. Song Yuyan's face turned slightly red, and she kicked her ankle several times. Nan Zeyu finally reacted, took a low look, and then put her ankle down.

Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan's hand and got out of the car. Nan Zeyu looked at the way she walked and saw that she was not limping. He quickly caught up with her and said with a gentle smile behind her: "Little thing, your legs are not weak anymore?" Song Yuyan paused and turned to look at him. She glared at him with a gloomy face, her watery eyes like frost, and she said coldly: "You are looking for death!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yuyan turned around, grabbed Nan Zeyu's hair, and walked towards the villa. Nan Zeyu was in so much pain that he couldn't cry out. His handsome face wrinkled in pain, and Song Yuyan grabbed his hair and walked away.

Song Yuyan smiled coldly, "If you don't teach this stinky man a lesson, you don't know what it means to be powerful." A moment later, in the living room of the villa, Nan Zeyu stood in front of Song Yuyan, with his head down. Song Yuyan sat on the sofa, with her arms folded across her chest, staring at him coldly.

Nan Zeyu stood at a height of 1.88 meters. Song Yuyan scolded him: "Don't you dare, Nan Zeyu?" Her voice was as cold as an ice blade hidden in her throat, chilling her to the bone. The man suddenly raised his eyes and met Song Yuyan's icy eyes. He was startled, his pupils dilated, and he quickly shook his head and said: "No, no, no, I don't dare, my wife, I don't dare."

The man complained in his heart: No... When did Song Yuyan become like this? A slight pain came from his scalp. Nan Zeyu wanted to touch his hair, but he didn't dare. Song Yuyan looked at his obedient and flattering face, knowing that he was wrong, and her heart softened again. She stood up and waved her hand and said: Stand there, you are not allowed to leave without my permission.

Nan Zeyu was about to step out, but he quickly retracted his leg and stood back to his original position. Song Yuyan turned her head and looked over. She looked at him several times, turned around, and walked upstairs. The man turned his head and looked over. He told her: "Will you eat later?" Wife, I'll stand here, not move, and listen to you.

Song Yuyan went up the stairs to the second floor. She turned around and looked at the man who turned his head and looked at her in the living room on the first floor. Song Yuyan was stunned for a long time, and did not speak. She went straight upstairs. Nan Zeyu watched Song Yuyan go upstairs again. Could she be angry again? So angry that she refused to eat lunch...

Song Yuyan opened the bedroom door and lay on the sofa. After Liu Mingxi left, Song Yuyan felt uncomfortable. Her surprise was gone. It was over. It had only been three days. She turned over and faced the sofa. She suddenly didn't want to be on Wangyue Island anymore.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the gentle voice of Butler Long came from outside the bedroom door: Madam, lunch is ready. Do you want to go downstairs to eat or should I bring it to the door? Song Yuyan quickly sat up from the sofa, opened the door, looked at Butler Long, her eyes were indifferent, and she said calmly: Where is he? Is he still standing in the living room? Butler Long.

Butler Long nodded slightly, raised his eyes to meet his wife's indifferent gaze, and said gently: Yes, madam, the young master is still standing in the living room, madam, look... Song Yuyan nodded, closed the door, and followed Butler Long downstairs.

The man was sitting on the sofa in the living room and taking a break. Hearing the sound of flat-heeled shoes coming down the stairs, he stood up suddenly with his head down. Song Yuyan walked down the stairs, walked quickly towards him, and stood on his left, looking at him.

The living room fell silent. After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan slowly said: "Is your waist tired, Nan Zeyu, look at me?" Nan Zeyu slowly turned his head and looked over, meeting Song Yuyan's cold and indifferent eyes. He timidly said: "Not tired, not tired, not tired, really, wife."

Nan Zeyu said, blinking his eyes. Song Yuyan glanced at his dark eyes, and she said coldly: "You said so. Then you can continue to stand. I'm going to have lunch." The man frowned and nodded.

Hearing this, Song Yuyan was startled. Is this man okay... Can he starve? She ignored him and turned to walk to the restaurant. In the restaurant, Song Yuyan ate the lunch on the table, crystal egg cake, sweet and sour braised beef brisket, salad vegetable rolls, and conch soup.

Song Yuyan was eating lunch alone. Was it not good? She was eating alone while Nan Zeyu was standing in the living room. She stood up, walked to the door of the restaurant, and shouted outside the restaurant, "Nan Zeyu, come here quickly. I'll count to three." She took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and raised her fingers to count.

The next second, something floated over, and then... flashed by. She turned her head and saw the man had his back to her. Song Yuyan was so angry that she walked over quickly. Before she could open her mouth to scold him, Nan Zeyu grabbed her wrist with both hands and pressed her against the empty table in the restaurant. He pressed her against the table.

He leaned down, his deep black eyes looking straight at her. Song Yuyan was startled. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the handsome face that suddenly enlarged. Suddenly, the man's thin lips kissed her forcefully, blocking her red lips. His other big hands supported her waist, and his left big hand clasped her palm.

There was a tingling pain on her lips. This man was not kissing her at all, but biting her... She had difficulty breathing. Nan Zeyu kissed her even harder, as if he wanted to melt her lips. He kissed her so hard that she lost all her strength and didn't even have the strength to break free from him.

After a long time, Nan Zeyu let her go, panting and whispering: Punishment, understand? This is a punishment, a punishment for you. Song Yuyan got a breath, she wanted to get up from the dining table, her waist was numb, the man glanced at her and easily pulled her up from the dining table, she lowered her head and kept breathing heavily.

The man looked at her breathing heavily. Song Yuyan slowly raised her head and glared at him. Her eyes were filled with tears from his kiss, as bright as a spring. Her chest rose and fell. She just glared at him, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Finally, the man held her and sat on the dining table chair. He let her sit on the dining table chair, he squatted down, held her two hands, and looked like he was wrong. Song Yuyan didn't look at his face that showed he admitted his mistake, for she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted.

She lowered her head to eat lunch. Nan Zeyu squatted in front of her and held her hand tightly. Song Yuyan appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil. Her hand holding the spoon trembled. The man's black eyes softened and he said with a low laugh: Hold it steady, wife, don't be angry, I'll watch you finish your meal before I eat.

Song Yuyan resisted the urge to hit him. "How can I eat if you watch me eat?" However, she swallowed the words in her throat again and again, but she still didn't say them. Song Yuyan's eyes fell on the dishes on the table. She held the chopsticks in her right hand, and his left hand was held by hers.

Why is this man like a sticky candy? Song Yuyan resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She ate very quickly and finished lunch before two o'clock. She put down the spoon and turned to meet Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes. These black eyes were like an invisible pool, sucking her in.

Her watery eyes flickered, avoiding his gaze, and she said unnaturally: I... I'm done, you eat, husband. Song Yuyan's voice was low and muffled, and Nan Zeyu heard it. He touched the back of her hand and said softly: Dear, husband is really wrong, don't be angry in your heart, tell me what makes you unhappy, and husband will change.

Song Yuyan didn't want to say anything. She wanted to cry a little, and her nose was sore, but she had to hold it back. She shook her head and said lightly: I'm fine. After that, Song Yuyan broke free from his hand, stood up from the dining table chair, and turned to leave.

The man stood up and stretched out his hand to hold her wrist. Her wrist tightened, and she frowned and said: I said I'm fine. She shook his hand off, turned around, and walked out of the restaurant. Nan Zeyu frowned and looked over. He didn't know what he had done wrong again?

Song Yuyan walked out of the villa and walked to the island alone. The Star Room and the crystal platform were still there. She walked over, sat on the crystal steps, looked up at the sky, her eyes empty. She didn't know why she was angry with him, but she felt very depressed.

After a while, Song Yuyan walked to Wangyue Island again. She squatted on the shore and simply sat on the shore. She looked at the island. The crystal blue waves rolled and rolled, and the rolled waves hit the rocks. She really liked this island. If possible, she would like to come here every year.

Looking at the island quietly, Song Yuyan felt a little calmer. Perhaps it was because she saw that Wangyue Island was empty and there was no sound of Liu Mingxi interacting with fans, so she felt empty inside. In fact, Song Yuyan never thought that she would meet Liu Mingxi in person. When the real person appeared in front of her, she thought it was a dream.