The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess - Chapter 382 Brother Xia, please go back to Xia Rounuan and the Xia family as soon as possible!

Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide, with wetness in them, like a frightened little rabbit, and her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered. She sniffed, and said with her red lips slightly moving: Is it true? Husband, you promised me, didn't you?

Nan Zeyu smiled at her tenderly. His obsidian eyes were as dark as deep pools. He looked at her wet little face tenderly. His thin lips moved and he said softly: It's true. Your husband won't lie to you. Don't cry anymore. Um...

Song Yuyan kept opening her eyes wide, she nodded, the corners of her lips slightly curved, Nan Zeyu also smiled, he held her slender waist with one hand, stroked her eyes with his right hand, gently wiped her tears, Song Yuyan raised her eyes, her watery eyes were pure, staring at the handsome face of the man, she didn't want him to kill anyone, and she didn't want him to kill for her.

After a while, Nan Zeyu bent down and picked her up horizontally. She hugged his neck with both hands and buried her little face in his arms. He hugged her, turned around and walked out of the old house. After leaving the old house, Nan Zeyu put Song Yuyan down. She turned her head to look at him, and Nan Zeyu also turned to look at her, his black eyes were deep. He smiled dotingly: Where are we going now? Wife, we are all out.

Nan Zeyu started the Ferrari, and the Ferrari quickly flew away from the gate of the Nan family's old house. Ancheng at night was hazy. The Ferrari was driving slowly on the crosswalk. Song Yuyan's stomach gurgled from time to time. She frowned and said bitterly: Oh my, don't yell, I'm going to eat something now, don't yell?

She wrinkled her little face, her red lips pouted like a bottle. Nan Zeyu glanced at her, his black eyes smiled slightly, and said with his thin lips: Okay, okay, wife, stop nagging, your husband will take you to dinner.

Song Yuyan blushed, she turned to look at the man driving on the left, she blinked and said: Where are we going? Honey, in the restaurant, I just haven't eaten enough, but I'm not full. She said softly.

Nan Zeyu smiled and said: So... Then, where do you want to go for a meal, your husband will drive you there. Song Yuyan raised her snow-white face, she stood up, her big eyes were bright, like an innocent puppy, looking at Nan Zeyu with stars in her eyes. With a cold profile, he turned his black eyes and glanced at her. He said lightly: You tell me, wife, where do you want to go for a meal.

Song Yuyan's pupils suddenly widened. Didn't he say he wouldn't kill Xia Rounuan? Why was he still... She frowned and looked at him. Nan Zeyu glanced at her indifferently. He accelerated the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. His eyebrows were as cold as ice. He frowned and said: Don't worry, I just want to make it clear to Leng Qing, and I won't say anything else.

Suddenly, there was silence in the car. After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan moved her red lips and said, "Okay, let's go to Jinyang Bay Hotel, husband." The Ferrari turned around at the next intersection and drove towards Jinyang Bay Hotel. Perhaps it was the cool wind outside the car window that made Song Yuyan fall asleep after a while.

Nan Zeyu started the engine and turned to look. Song Yuyan was leaning on the passenger seat with her head tilted. He turned on the noise reduction mode in the car, leaned over, stretched his long arm to the door, and gently pressed the window glass.

At 8:35 in the evening, the Ferrari sports car stopped at the Jinyang Bay Hotel. Nan Zeyu opened the door, got out, closed the door, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, bent down and got into the car. His deep black eyes looked at Song Yuyan's snow-white face, and he raised his hand to unbuckle the seat belt around her waist.

Nan Zeyu turned his head to look over, he strode over, Leng Qing was looking at the screen of his mobile phone, he heard the steady footsteps of leather shoes, he looked over, his cold eyes sank, then he got up from the sofa, Leng Qing was wearing a stand-up collar, double-breasted, thin black and white windbreaker jacket, and thin dark black trousers. His face was cold without a trace of warmth, his long eyes were cold, there was a cold light like ice in his eyes, he had a tall and straight nose, paper-thin lips, lightly pursed, and long eyebrows were cold and sharp.

Leng Qing came to Nan Zeyu, he bowed and nodded and said: President Nan, good evening, are we going to the villa where she lives next? I'll make a call and ask her to come out, you just sit in the car, I'll take care of the rest. Nan Zeyu glanced at Leng Qing with his dark eyes, his eyes were indifferent, his thin lips moved and said: Forget it, Leng Qing, the mission is cancelled, you go upstairs!

Leng Qing quickly raised his head and glanced at the woman in President Nan's arms with cold eyes. He stood up. Nan Zeyu looked at Leng Qing, his black eyes were as calm as water, and said lightly: My wife knows about it, so, Leng Qing, forget it.

Leng Qing frowned slightly, his pupils dilated. This is President Nan's wife. How could the president's wife be like this? After a moment, Nan Zeyu looked at Leng Qing and whispered again: When you heard me talking to you on the phone in the study, you stayed up all night and begged me not to get rid of Xia Rounuan.

In the presidential suite, Nan Zeyu put Song Yuyan on the sofa, took off his suit jacket and put it on her petite body. She curled up in his jacket, so small and cute that his heart beat fast. His obsidian eyes were as deep as the sea, and he looked at her with a doting smile.

Leng Qing walked out of the hotel suite. Nan Zeyu glanced at him. He turned and walked towards him. Leng Qing went to the hotel kitchen. Nan Zeyu rolled up his sleeves. He bent down, raised his arm, and opened the refrigerator door. Leng Qing stood aside, silent, waiting for the president boss to speak.

Nan Zeyu took out some food from the refrigerator, picked it up and walked to the long counter in the kitchen. Leng Qing glanced at it and reached out to take it. Leng Qing was responsible for washing the food. The sound of water from the faucet flowed slowly. The president, the boss, was cutting meat on the chopping board. His knife skills were quick, delicate and neat.

Leng Qing turned on the stoves on the stove. All three stoves were turned on at the same time, and steam was rising. Nan Zeyu had a calm face and didn't say anything. He just processed the cut meat, blanched it, put it in the pot, and adjusted the fire. Leng Qing looked at the profile of Boss Nan. His cold eyes flashed, and he moved his lips and said: So... Is the male boss over like this? Are you not going to get rid of Xia Rounuan? Or...

Leng Qing looked up in disbelief. It was obvious that the wife of the CEO was in charge of the boss. He nodded and said, "Okay, Boss Nan." Nan Zeyu said "hmm" coldly. He turned around, raised his hand and quickly opened the lid of the pot. Steam rose from the pot, and there was the aroma of meat.

An hour later, a bowl of fresh beef fillet with rice and seafood sauce, a bowl of cheese, ham and vegetable rice, and a bowl of marbling beef, broccoli, onion and garlic with rice were all freshly cooked. Leng Qing's stomach suddenly rumbled a few times. Nan Zeyu glanced at him with his dark eyes. He sneered and said: Aha, are you hungry? It's just out of the pot and it's still hot, Leng Qing.

Leng Qing ordered the last bowl of snow-flake beef, broccoli, green onion and garlic rice. Nan Zeyu put the other two bowls of rice on a tray and carried it to the living room. He put the tray on the coffee table, stood up, turned his head and looked over. Song Yuyan kicked her coat away and turned over. He walked forward and squatted down. He put his handsome face in her milk-sweet hair and kissed her hair with his thin lips.

Her hair was full of milky sweetness. Nan Zeyu said in a light voice: Wake up, wife, I made you something delicious. Aren't you hungry? Your husband is not full yet? Song Yuyan's eyebrows moved, her red lips moved, she slowly opened her eyes, turned around, and she was so scared that she choked. The handsome face of the man was pressed against her little face.

Nan Zeyu curled the corners of his lips, and he quickly left her little face, stood up, and sat on the sofa. Song Yuyan also sat up quickly, and the man held her and sat her on his lap. Her watery eyes were stunned for a moment, and she looked around, turned her little head, and met his deep black eyes. Her watery eyes were as clear as crystal balls, her snow-white little face was pink and tender, and her red lips puffed up and said: No, where is this? Why did you check into a room again? Ah...

Her delicate eyebrows were sideways, her red lips and little face were puffed up with anger, her eyes were full of anger, and she looked at the calm and indifferent man. Nan Zeyu raised his eyebrows, and a wicked smile spread on his handsome face. His eyes were gentle, and he sneered: "Little thing, you are so stupid, take a closer look, and why should I get a room, wife?"

Song Yuyan tilted her head and looked at him blankly. Nan Zeyu hugged her waist tightly. She looked at him blankly with her watery eyes. Then she widened her eyes and said, "Is this your exclusive presidential suite? Isn't Jinyang Bay Hotel owned by the Nan family? Husband."

Nan Zeyu raised his hand and caressed her delicate nose lovingly. She was stunned, her pupils dilated, her breathing held, and then, he raised her delicate chin. Song Yuyan raised her head slightly, and he looked at her with disdainful eyes. His sexy thin lips moved slightly, and he said in a calm voice: This is Leng Qing's suite, I will take you to his room, do you understand?

Song Yuyan nodded frantically. She sat on his lap and ate the food he cooked. Her cheeks were puffy like a little puffer fish. Her eyebrows were curved and sweetly narrowed into a line. It was obvious that she was eating very happily. Nan Zeyu himself was not very hungry, and he was even happier watching her eat.

After dinner, it was almost 12:30 in the evening. Song Yuyan looked up at Nan Zeyu's deep black eyes. She opened her watery eyes and said: It's almost 12:30, husband, we should go back to the old house. I'm full, husband, how about you? Are you full?

Nan Zeyu nodded, Song Yuyan got up from his legs and jumped onto the carpet. Her two pairs of jade-white feet hurriedly put on high heels. The man also stood up and put the tray on the coffee table. He held her hand. At this time, Leng Qing came over from the kitchen.

Song Yuyan stared at Leng Qing with her big wooden eyes. This man was so cold, his face was cold, even colder than Nan Zeyu, like a big ice block, the kind that would not melt. Leng Qing bent over, nodded and lowered his eyebrows to the president's wife and said: Hello, madam, I am Leng Qing, nice to meet you!