The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess - Chapter 376: Mr. and Mrs. Nan, Arriving at the Nan Family Mansion

She covered her mouth and smiled again, her cheeks bulging. Ye Mingxuan served her another bowl of milk porridge and placed it next to her. Nan Zeyu held a napkin. He raised his arm, stretched out his arm, grabbed Song Yuyan who was eating breakfast with his long arm, and put his arm around her waist. She was stunned, opened her eyes wide, turned her head stupidly and looked into Nan Zeyu's dark eyes that were drowning.

She forgot how to breathe. The man's black eyes were very deep and profound, like a bottomless black pool with no bottom in sight. Song Yuyan was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and tried to break free from him. Nan Zeyu glanced at her peach-pink and snow-white little face. She opened her eyes stupidly, her cheeks bulging, and her eyes as big as copper bells.

After a moment, Song Yuyan was suddenly brought back to her senses by a wave of thoughts. The man was tightly holding her waist. Nan Zeyu had one hand around her waist and with the other hand holding a napkin to gently wipe the blueberries from the corners of her lips. Her pupils dilated and she kept blinking her big eyes. She said in a daze: I...you...no, why are you doing this, husband?

Nan Zeyu looked at her little face with amusement, his eyes were soft, and he smiled gently: Ahaha, little confused, your husband is wiping the blueberries on the corners of your lips, there are blueberries stuck on the corners of your lips. The distance between the man and her was the distance between the tips of their noses, and when he spoke, his breath was all sprayed on her skin.

Her breath held and she quickly shook her head. Seeing that Song Yuyan had not swallowed what she was chewing, Nan Zeyu smiled softly and said, "Don't worry, be good, chew slowly, swallow it slowly!" Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide, and she gently chewed the blueberry custard bun in her mouth and swallowed it bit by bit.

After a while, Song Yuyan swallowed all the egg and milk buns. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu, who was smiling lovingly. Her watery eyes were as bright as crystal stars. She bit her lips gently. Mother Ye, who was sitting on the dining table opposite, curled her lips. Are you showing off your affection in front of me?

After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan's eyebrows curved, and her red lips moved slightly: "No, husband, it's just that mom is watching us from the opposite side?" Song Yuyan lowered her voice and said, avoiding his deep gaze at her, and said unnaturally: "So? Husband, let's not do this."

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "Is that so? My little thing is shy again. Mom has gotten used to us being like this, right, wife?" Nan Zeyu's smile was full of doting and deep. Song Yuyan's face became redder and she raised her eyelids and glared at him.

Hearing this, Ye Mingxuan coughed and said unhappily: "I said Nan Zeyu, just let Xiaoyan go, do you hear me, Xiaoyu?" Nan Zeyu turned his head and looked across, and saw that Ye's mother had a gloomy face and a pair of beautiful eyes with a cold light. He realized something and then let her go.

Song Yuyan, who was relieved, felt her face flushed. She turned her head to look over. Ye Mingxuan smiled helplessly and said: Xiaoyan, now you know, once my son changed, he even ignored his mother. Do you dislike him?

Song Yuyan turned her eyes and looked at the man who was drinking fresh milk and sitting like an emperor. She turned her head to look at Ye Mingxuan who was sitting on the chair opposite the dining table. Her eyes were soft and her red lips moved slightly as she said: No, Mom, I don’t dislike him.

Ye's mother responded: "It's good that you don't dislike me. I even dislike Xiaoyu a little." Song Yuyan narrowed her eyes and smiled. How could she dislike Nan Zeyu? He raised his right hand and reached out, patting his shoulder. The man was stunned, raised his head and glanced at her. Song Yuyan made a face at him and said: "Mom asked me if I dislike you. Mr. Nan, I don't dislike you. I want to kill you."

I don't know what happened recently. I feel sleepy after a while. Song Yuyan felt her eyelids sinking. She opened her eyes, sat up, and leaned on the sofa. It's summer now, shouldn't it? She frowned slightly. It's impossible to feel sleepy in summer?

At nine o'clock in the morning, the two went from the Nan family's old house to the Nan Group. Song Yuyan was driving. Nan Zeyu's Ferrari sports car was temporarily out of service, so he sat in his wife's car. But in fact, he was still not very confident about Song Yuyan driving, even after she learned how to drive, he was still worried.

Nan Zeyu sat in the passenger seat and Song Yuyan sat in the driver's seat. She turned the steering wheel carefully and stepped lightly on the accelerator with both feet. The silver-gray Ferrari sped up and slowed down. The car moved forward and backward. He frowned and said softly: First, hold the steering wheel well, then turn the steering wheel, and then step on the accelerator to drive, wife.

Song Yuyan's mind was a little confused after hearing this. Her eyebrows twitched and she frowned and said in a low voice: "Oh my, this again, and that again. Hubby, I can't remember if you say that?" She wanted to calm herself down, but the car windows on both sides were open, so there were all kinds of noises outside the window, which disturbed her mind.

When the car started again, Song Yuyan became nervous again. She glanced at the dial, engine, steering wheel, and clutch. Nan Zeyu's dark eyes narrowed and he said with his thin lips: Don't always stare at those three things. You are driving now and I'm watching you. This will distract you. Wife, just do as I say.

She turned her head and looked at him. The man's eyes were deep and dark. She nodded and said: Okay, husband, then you sit tight, I will do as you say! Nan Zeyu smiled faintly and fastened his seat belt himself.

Song Yuyan looked straight ahead, and when she saw the green light, she held the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and started the Ferrari sports car. As a result... the Ferrari sports car flew out at the speed of an airplane, the car flew faster and faster, and the tires made a screeching sound.

Her breath stagnated and her pupils dilated. Nan Zeyu saw that Song Yuyan's forehead was sweating. He frowned and said seriously: "Hold on, hold on, wife, step on the accelerator, no, slow down the car, you are driving too fast." Song Yuyan saw that the Ferrari sports car was flying at the speed in the movie. She heard her heartbeat that was about to jump out of her chest. She trembled and said: "What, what, what should I do? Husband, this car, why can't it slow down?"

Nan Zeyu's dark eyes were cold. He glanced at Song Yuyan, whose face was pale. There was moisture in her eyes and her long eyelashes were trembling. He frowned and comforted her, "Be good, don't be afraid, wife. Hold the left steering wheel steady and look ahead. Don't be distracted. We are on a ring road now."

Song Yuyan pressed her little mouth downwards, her nose felt sore and she couldn't help crying softly: "Wuuu, I'm scared, I'm scared, husband, is the Ferrari taking off now? It's so fast, I'm scared." Nan Zeyu raised his right hand and held her shoulders. Suddenly, her shoulders tightened, and the man leaned over and gave her a light kiss on her snow-white shoulder.

Song Yuyan's body stiffened, her eyes widened, and she stopped crying. The Ferrari sports car made a sound of tires scraping the ground. At this time, they were on a ring road, surrounded by three circular bridges, with many twists and turns. If they were not careful, the car might lose control and skid and speed.

As Nan Zeyu controlled the steering wheel with calm strength, the speedometer slowly slowed down. Song Yuyan exerted force with her left wrist to pull the steering wheel down. She glanced over and saw Nan Zeyu frowning and twisting his eyes. His handsome profile was tense, and even his jawbone had an obvious protrusion. He frowned, pursed his thin lips, and his brows were cold.

Nan Zeyu frowned tightly, and he pushed Song Yuyan back with his right hand, causing Song Yuyan to come into close contact with the car seat. Then, he quickly stood up, jumped onto the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator with his left leg, and sat on the driver's seat. Then, he grasped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, turned the steering wheel hard, and the car turned around.

The SUV and the Ferrari just missed each other, and the Ferrari slid past the SUV smoothly. Nan Zeyu was so scared that he was sweating coldly. He said hurriedly: Wife, wife, wife, are you still there? Are you okay? Nan Zeyu drove the car to the side, braked suddenly, and turned his head to look over.

Song Yuyan sat straight under the car seat, her face pale with fear, her curly hair covering both sides of her cheeks. Nan Zeyu quickly bent down and picked up Song Yuyan. Song Yuyan was stunned. He pulled her into his arms and held her gently, putting one hand on her shoulder and the other holding her waist.

Song Yuyan didn't react for a long time. Nan Zeyu breathed on her back and soothed her gently, "Be good, be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, the SUV didn't hit our car. It's okay, wife, it's okay." His voice was very soft and gentle. Song Yuyan was so scared that she cried out and quickly raised her hands to hug him.

Nan Zeyu felt extremely distressed. If he had known, he would not have let Song Yuyan give him a ride. She had just learned to drive, but she still couldn't handle an emergency like the one just now. After a long while, Song Yuyan calmed down. The man let her go and asked her to lie down in the back seat while he drove the rest.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when they arrived at Nan's Group. A silver-gray Ferrari was parked in front of the company's door. The door opened and he got out. Nan Zeyu walked to the back door. Song Yuyan was lying horizontally on the back seat. He gently picked her up and carried her out of the car. She closed her eyes lightly, her little face was still pale, and there was sweat on her forehead.

The man carried Song Yuyan into the company lobby. The employees passing by stopped and looked at them sideways. Nan Zeyu glanced at them with his cold black eyes, which were as sharp as knives. The employees bent down and bowed, not daring to speak. They covered their mouths, took off their shoes, and walked away quickly.

In the president's special elevator, Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan who was sleeping in his arms. Her little face was pale and her brows were slightly frowned. He raised his hand and held her little hand. Song Yuyan's red lips moved and she cried in a sobbing voice: Wuuuu, I'm scared, I'm scared, husband, Nan Zeyu, car, SUV, I'm scared.

Song Yuyan rubbed her chest. She didn't cry or whimper. She must have been frightened on the way to work this morning, so much so that Nan Zeyu postponed his morning meeting and work and coaxed Song Yuyan in the office for the whole afternoon. When Bai Xun got the notice, he quickly walked to the door of the president's office.