The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess - Chapter 375 Husband, I think I have learned to drive

Song Yuyan wanted to brake the car, but she didn't know which side to step on... Her eyes were dazed. Seeing this, the man quickly stood up, leaned over, straddled the driver's seat with his long legs, held the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out his left leg to step on the brake, and the car made an emergency braking sound. Song Yuyan was stunned and trembling with fear. She turned her head to look over.

Nan Zeyu pushed her under the back seat. Song Yuyan was pushed down under the back seat. Her pupils suddenly shrank and her face was full of panic. This car was relatively narrow, unlike a Ferrari sports car. She fell under the seat and her buttocks were rubbed, which caused her a little pain. She frowned and bit her lip, and she looked over with wide eyes.

The man had already braked the car. He put his hands on the steering wheel and turned it swiftly, one hand on the engine and the other on the steering wheel. Song Yuyan was so scared that her face turned pale. She trembled and said: "My dear, my dear, I just... I..."

Nan Zeyu stopped the car, he frowned, his handsome face sank, and he turned his cold black eyes to look over. Song Yuyan's face was pale, and she slumped under the car seat. She frowned, bit her lips, her big eyes showed helplessness, surprise, and panic, and she was breathing slightly.

Nan Zeyu nodded, his brows were gentle, his dark eyes were full of tenderness, the corners of his lips curved, and he said softly: Okay, wife, let's take it slow, there's no rush, be good! He stretched out his long arm and pulled her arm over. Song Yuyan was pulled to him in a daze. She sat on his lap, he put his arms around her, and she tilted her head.

A pair of clear watery eyes, like bright and crystal clear crystal eyes, turned around, and Nan Zeyu just looked up, their eyes met, his eyes were full of tenderness, Song Yuyan blinked her watery eyes, she smiled sweetly and said: It's really okay, husband, I was just frightened, husband.

The man's eyes tightened and became cold. He raised his hands and pinched her face. His cold black eyes swept over her face. After confirming that Song Yuyan had no injuries, Nan Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her waist tightly. Song Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes wide, her breathing tightened, and she trembled, "My old husband, you...you...you're hugging my waist a little too tightly."

Nan Zeyu's dark eyes narrowed, his chin rested on her shoulder, Song Yuyan sat on his lap, and they both sat in the passenger seat. After a moment, her lips moved, and Song Yuyan said cautiously: Husband, how long are we going to sit in the passenger seat? Don't you want to learn how to drive anymore?

Song Yuyan was startled, then she responded sweetly: Okay, her eyes curved with a smile, the next second, her stomach made a growling sound, she blushed, Nan Zeyu lowered his eyes to look at her stomach, smiled faintly and said: Wife, I'm hungry. Song Yuyan turned her face away, she said sullenly: Well, I'm hungry.

After a while, the two got out of the car from the passenger seat. The door closed. Song Yuyan's legs went numb. She bent down. Nan Zeyu bent down and held her shoulders with both hands. She forced a sweet smile and glanced at Nan Zeyu. He frowned and said coldly: What's wrong? Wife, did you get hurt somewhere?

He helped her up with his arm, turned her body around so that she was facing him. Song Yuyan stared at Nan Zeyu's nervous face in a daze. She pulled a smile on the corner of her lips and said: Aha... my feet are numb, it's okay, husband, I... Ahhh, she opened her eyes wide in surprise, her feet left the ground, and exclaimed three times.

Nan Zeyu picked her up and she hugged his neck tightly. Nan Zeyu looked straight at Song Yuyan's pale face with deep eyes. He frowned and said coldly: Let's stop practicing. Let's go have lunch. Your husband will carry you back to Jinyang Bay Hotel. Be good.

Nan Zeyu walked around to the driver's seat and closed the car door. He turned his head and saw Song Yuyan's back facing her, her little head resting on the car seat. He moved his thin lips slightly and said in a soft voice: Let's go have lunch. You were tired all night yesterday, and you were frightened by driving practice just now. Wife, calm down first. There is no rush to learn how to drive.

Hearing this, Song Yuyan did not turn her head. She was indeed very scared. At the driving practice field, because she did not step on the brakes, the car almost rushed forward aimlessly and out of control. If it was a step later, the car would have crashed into who knows what. Fortunately, Nan Zeyu jumped to the driver's seat in time and applied the emergency brake.

She was still frightened, her heart was beating very fast, Song Yuyan said in a trembling voice: "Okay, husband, I'll listen to you." Nan Zeyu heard her voice trembling, he hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, it's okay, my wife, don't panic, be good."

Nan Zeyu leaned over, kissed her neck lightly, and touched her head. Then he looked away and started the Ferrari sports car. He circled the black and white loop of the training ground, held the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and the gray-black Ferrari sped towards the exit of the training ground.

Manager Ling was startled, then she nodded and smiled: "Okay, President Nan, I'll prepare it right away!" Nan Ze Yuyu glanced at the hotel front desk, and rows of hotel staff at the front desk all bent down and nodded: "Hello, President Nan, Hello, Madam." Song Yuyan was stunned. She had just held her evening wedding at Jinyang Bay Hotel not long ago. This was the first time she had seen the hotel front desk staff?

Nan Zeyu's black eyes flashed, he swept his eyes with a cold gaze, moved his thin lips, and said in a deep voice: Okay, everyone should work seriously! All the front desk hotel staff bowed and nodded: Okay, okay, I understand, President Nan.

Song Yuyan hugged Nan Zeyu's neck, the elevator door opened, Nan Zeyu walked in, raised his hand and pressed the elevator button, 119th floor, which was also the top floor of Jinyang Bay Hotel. Song Yuyan looked at the man's cold profile, she raised her hand and stroked his face, her watery eyes were clear and transparent, his black eyes turned and met Song Yuyan's eyes.

He smiled lovingly and said: "Good girl, let's go to the top floor for lunch. You haven't been to the top floor yet, have you, wife?" His black eyes were as soft as water, and Song Yuyan's snow-white face was as transparent as snowflakes. Her moist red lips moved, and she smiled sweetly and said: "No, husband."

Nan Zeyu lifted her chin with his right hand, and she leaned tightly against his thin lips. His kiss suddenly became as hot as fire, and she was almost breathless. He slowed down the kiss a little, and his flexible tongue swept across her mouth. Song Yuyan licked his lips, and the two of them kissed each other so hard that they both made rustling sounds.

The elevator was rising slowly. As they kissed, Song Yuyan frowned, as if something was poking her. Nan Zeyu's kiss made her lose control. He put down her hands and moved his warm palms on her arms and shoulders. Song Yuyan's legs became weak due to his kiss, and she put her arms around his waist.

Until Song Yuyan realized something was wrong, Nan Zeyu also felt that he had some... He hurriedly let go of her. Song Yuyan glanced down, her whole face flushed, she turned her face away, her face burning, she gasped heavily: "You stinky man, what are you doing, stop it, Nan Zeyu."

Nan Zeyu was also panting, feeling himself suddenly getting hot. He turned around, suppressed his heat and panted: Sorry, sorry, sorry, wife, I didn't know. He was panting, and he was forbearing. If Song Yuyan didn't hear it, she would be a fool.

Her legs were a little weak, so she held onto the elevator wall and walked to the elevator door. Nan Zeyu turned his head to look over and felt as if a fire was burning him. His ears turned slightly red. He walked to the other side and they stood back to back.

Finally, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, and Song Yu hurried out. She glanced around in a daze, and what she saw was a whole piece of crystal floor-to-ceiling glass. The top floor of the hotel was like a magical crystal palace.

The giant art installation hanging from the dome is made up of 3,000 pieces of Swarovski crystals. The light and shadow flow as if the Milky Way is crushed into stardust and poured down. The floor is made of a whole wall of onyx and amber glass, reflecting a honey-like luster under the warm light, and every step you take is like stepping on liquid gold.

Nan Zeyu also walked out of the elevator. He glanced and saw Song Yuyan standing behind him. He reached out and held her hand. Song Yuyan turned her head and the man held her hand and walked forward. When they came to a large open-air door, Nan Zeyu raised his hand and pushed the door open.

Nan Zeyu held her hand and walked to a position right in front of the door. They sat down on the small sofa. The wind outside blew to the left and right. Song Yuyan looked at Nan Zeyu who was sitting opposite her. His dark eyes were deep and his gaze was watery. He smiled and said lovingly: Eat more later. The dishes on the top floor of the hotel are different from those on other floors, wife.

Song Yuyan nodded and smiled. After a while, a male waiter came in pushing a food cart. The waiter nodded slightly to Nan Zeyu and said: "Mr. Nan, the lunch you ordered is here. I will serve you the food."

Nan Zeyu nodded, and the waiter pulled the dining cart over. He turned around and saw the table filled with five dishes and a soup. The male waiter bent over and nodded, saying: "Mr. Nan, all the dishes you ordered have been served. Madam President, please enjoy your meal."

Song Yuyan opened her big, round eyes and looked at the dining table. There was eight-treasure duck, sweet lemon pork trotters, beef tendon stewed in red wine, crystal shrimp, a whole pot of green vegetable stew, and a small bowl of lotus seed and lily chicken soup.

She looked up at Nan Zeyu, who was chewing the eight-treasure duck elegantly and dignifiedly. His eyebrows and eyes were like a bottomless valley, and the depth in his eyes was looking at her deeply. Song Yuyan stared at the man's smiling face without blinking. She smiled sweetly and said, "Honey, how much is this plate of crystal shrimp? There is no shrimp taste at all!" Her eyes were bright and clear.