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

Chapter 353 Wife, I will teach you how to drive after we return to Ancheng

Wen Zichen's face changed, he frowned, and stood up from the sofa. What did he hear just now? It seemed to be Nan Zeyu's voice, and he also heard the sound of the bedroom door being kicked open. Wen Yu's eyes were stained with a cold light, and he pursed his thin lips. Before he could say "Happy honeymoon" to Song Yuyan... she hung up his phone.

His eyes tightened, and his gentle face darkened. Could it be... Song Yuyan, Nan Zeyu wouldn't do anything to her? He was in Ancheng, but his heart had already flown to her honeymoon place. Wen Zichen knew what kind of person Nan Zeyu was, and he had always been prejudiced against him.

But Wen Zichen knew that Song Yuyan was already married to him, and he would not snatch her away. However, he hoped that she would be happy marrying him. Wen Zichen's heart sank, afraid that something might happen. He picked up his phone, walked quickly to the balcony of the bedroom, and dialed her number for the third time.

The phone was connected, and there was a long beep... Wen Zichen's face became darker. Answer the phone? He frowned and shouted urgently: Answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone! Xiaoyan, are you answering the phone? Answer my phone!

But all Wen Zichen got in response was a series of beeps. It wasn't a busy tone, but rather that no one answered the phone. He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He heard a mechanical voice from the phone saying, "Sorry, no one answered the number you dialed. Please call again later."

Wen Zichen dejectedly took down his phone and looked outside the villa with empty eyes. He quickly sent a text message. He was so anxious that he was sweating coldly. Even his typing hands were shaking slightly. It took him several tries to type out the message completely. Seeing that there were no typos in the message, Wen Zichen found her phone number and sent a text message.

After the message was sent, there was no response from the phone for several minutes. Wen Zichen gritted his teeth, his veins bulged, his temples ached, and his jade-colored eyes emitted a cruel light. He cursed angrily: Damn it, Nan Zeyu, she is your wife, if you dare to do anything to her, I'm not afraid even if I fucking kill you.

Wen Zichen held the phone and stared at the screen. The screen was black and did not light up. His heart sank to the bottom. Wen Zichen did not want to wait like this. His heart was in agony. After a while, he called his assistant Su Ming, and Su Ming quickly answered the call.

At this moment, all his gentleness was gone, and what he had was the urge to tear Nan Zeyu into pieces. Wen Zichen's eyes were gloomy, his white jade-colored lips moved slightly, and his voice was mixed with urgent scolding: Su Ming, quickly help me find out where Song Yuyan is on her honeymoon now, and tell me immediately when you find out!

Wen Zichen's assistant Su Ming, fumbling with his phone, sat up from the bed in a daze. When he answered the call, he heard President Wen's urgent and angry voice on the phone. He was startled at first, and then he lost all sleepiness and responded tremblingly: "Okay, okay, okay... Yes, President Wen, I'll check it out right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Wen Zichen turned around and threw the phone hard into the bedroom. With a "bang", the phone fell directly on the carpet, but did not break. His anger was immediately driven away. He ran over quickly, knelt on the carpet, bent down and picked up the phone.

He carefully looked at the screen of his mobile phone. Fortunately, the phone was not broken. Wen Zichen stood up from the carpet, walked to the bed with weak steps, sat on the bed with a dazed look in his eyes, and opened the screen of his mobile phone. There was no reply from her.

Wen Zichen thought, maybe Song Yuyan went to take a shower? Yes, that must be the case. She would reply to his message later. Thinking of this, Wen Zichen put his phone on the bed. He saw that the phone still had more than 10 degrees of power. He immediately picked up the charger on the bedside table, found the plug, and plugged the phone data cable into the phone plug to charge.

Wen Zichen was afraid of missing her message. He had a lot to say to Song Yuyan. On the day of her wedding banquet, Wen Zichen didn't have the courage to see her getting married with another man. So, after Song Yuyan toasted him, he put down his glass, got up and left the wedding hall.

When the door of the wedding hall closed, Wen Zichen felt his whole heart was empty, and then he felt a sharp pain. His eyes were hot and he staggered out of the hotel. Wen Zichen didn't go anywhere and drove directly to the nearest club on this road. He drank all day and finally woke up in the hospital. It was his assistant Su Ming who found him in the club and took him to the hospital.

Moon Island Villa

Song Yuyan woke up an hour later. It was already half past eleven in the evening. Her eyebrows moved, her long eyelashes slowly opened, and her pupils moved. She saw Nan Zeyu's handsome face sitting in front of the bed with a cold look. She thought of what had just happened... Song Yuyan's pupils shrank, and Nan Zeyu looked up. He stood up, bent down, raised his hand and carefully helped Song Yuyan sit up from the bed.

Placing her body on the head of the bed, Song Yuyan lowered her head, her back leaning against the headboard. The man slowly approached her. Song Yuyan's body stiffened, and her shoulders trembled nervously. Nan Zeyu glanced at her trembling shoulders with his dark eyes. His eyes twisted slightly, and then he said indifferently: Okay, just now, I was wrong. I scared you, my wife.

Song Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. She slowly raised her head and met Nan Zeyu's dark eyes full of sadness. Her heart was blocked and her eyes were filled with tears. Her eyebrows jumped. Nan Zeyu looked at her misty eyes. He frowned and twisted his eyes and said: I didn't mean it just now. Honey, you scared me for the third time. You fainted. Honey, I...

As Nan Zeyu was talking, he reached out to touch her cold little face. Song Yuyan subconsciously recognized his face, but she did not look into his dim black eyes. Her little face was pale, her pupils were dilated, and the bedroom was silent.

After a moment of silence, Song Yuyan opened her red lips slightly, and she said weakly: "Please let me be alone for a while!" Nan Zeyu. Her voice was weak and tired, and Nan Zeyu's heart sank. He looked at her deeply with his black eyes, frowned slightly, nodded and said softly: "Okay, wife, calm down, I'll go get dinner."

Song Yuyan looked out onto the balcony, she never looked at him. Nan Zeyu frowned and stood up. He looked at her powerless appearance, he turned around, walked out of the bedroom, and Song Yuyan lay back on the bed. Just now, Nan Zeyu looked like he wanted to tear her apart. She didn't know what was going on, her heart was in a panic, her face turned pale, she couldn't breathe, she felt dizzy, and she passed out without realizing it.

Song Yuyan knew what kind of man Nan Zeyu was, but what he did just now... She was still frightened. Her breathing held and her eyes slowly closed. She didn't feel like falling asleep. In fact, she was hungry and her stomach felt empty. She wanted to eat something.

Finally, Song Yuyan heard the sound of bowls and spoons. She turned over and looked over. The man put the plate on the bedside table. He looked at her, his deep black eyes looking at her softly. He smiled gently and said, "Wife, I brought you the food. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Song Yuyan's face turned cold, her eyes darkened, Nan Zeyu was stunned, he smiled dryly and said: "Ah ha, then... would you like to eat something?" Wife, I haven't eaten yet, I'll bring mine over, let's eat together.

Song Yuyan's face became even colder. She sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and was about to get off the ground. Nan Zeyu knelt on the carpet. He looked into her cold eyes, looking at her with a sharp gaze and gentle eyes. He whispered: Don't be angry, okay? I'm nervous, so I...wife.

The man raised his hand and wanted to hold the back of her hand, but Song Yuyan quickly dodged it. She stood up and looked outside the bedroom. She said calmly: It's okay, no need, I want to eat alone, you go out, I can eat by myself, I don't want to eat with you.

Song Yuyan's voice was cold, which made Nan Zeyu feel very uncomfortable. He frowned and said nervously: "Please don't be like this, wife. It's my fault. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. Yanyan, you still need to calm down, right?"

Song Yuyan turned around and faced away from him. Her eyes were slightly warm. She resisted the urge to cry and said in a low voice: Just treat me as her! Nan Zeyu's heart trembled. His handsome face turned pale instantly. His breathing quickened slightly and he smiled gently: Aha, okay, then wife, I'll let you calm down. Call me if you have anything.

Song Yuyan paused for a moment, her eyes widened and she nodded. Nan Zeyu knew she was still angry and didn't dare to say anything more. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom. He closed the bedroom door. Song Yuyan turned to look at the bedside table. She took a few steps forward, bent down, picked up the plate and put it on the bed.

On the plate were stir-fried beef with broccoli, chicken slices cooked with tomatoes, and vegetables with fragrant sauce. Song Yuyan sat on the bed, lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks and porcelain soup on the plate, picked up the pearly white rice, and scooped a spoonful of zucchini and egg soup.

As Song Yuyan was eating, a sour feeling came over her heart. It was her first time eating together, and this time she was really angry. He didn't believe her. Seeing Nan Zeyu's face, Song Yuyan's wrist trembled suddenly. It looked like he wanted to tear her to pieces alive, and she was scared to death.

Downstairs, a man was sitting on the sofa with a plate on the coffee table. On the plate were boiled beef slices, fresh shrimps, and mixed seafood. However, Nan Zeyu had no appetite at all. He raised his eyes and looked upstairs. He must have been crazy just now. Why did he scold her so angrily and scare her to faint?

But when he was outside the bedroom door, he heard Song Yuyan calling another man's name. He was so angry that he kicked the door open. Nan Zeyu lowered his brows and looked like a lifeless person. At this time, Butler Long, who was standing beside the sofa, glanced at the young master.

He twisted his eyes, bowed and held his breath and said: Master, you should eat a little, don't starve yourself, if your wife knows, she will be worried. The next second, Nan Zeyu straightened up, raised his head, turned his eyes to look at Butler Long, his dark eyes tightened, he nodded and said: Yes, I can't let her worry!

Hearing this, the only sound in the living room was Nan Zeyu's low eating sound. In fact, his food tasted like wax, but he didn't want to make his wife worry, so he ate it anyway. After Nan Zeyu finished the bowl of rice, he ate all the vegetables and beef bone soup.

One night, one of them was in the bedroom upstairs and the other in the living room downstairs, and they accidentally started a cold war. Song Yuyan finished her shower, walked out of the bathroom, turned her head to look at the bedroom door, and then she went straight to the bedroom and closed the door.

Nan Zeyu took a shower in another room on the third floor. After he finished showering, he walked downstairs to her bedroom. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but his hand dropped in mid-air. No matter what, this time it was his fault and he shouldn't have scolded her like that. He sighed, turned and left.

In the bedroom, Song Yuyan sat cross-legged on the bed, raised her wrist to check the time, it was already half past twelve, she had slept too much and now she didn't feel like sleeping at all. Without him, Song Yuyan was in a bad mood, she jumped off the bed and jumped onto the carpet.

Walking out to the balcony, Wangyue Island was very quiet at night and she could hear the sound of waves hitting the shore. From her angle, she could see the entire Wangyue Island, but she could not see the color of the waves on the island. However, she could see the moon on the island.

The bright moon was as bright as a round disk, shining on the distant Wangyue Island. Song Yuyan finally knew why it was called Wangyue Island. Her eyes deepened and her pupils suddenly widened, because you can see the moon on the island. Song Yuyan listened to the sound of the wind and looked at the moonlight on the distant Wangyue Island.

At 2:30 in the morning, Song Yuyan turned around and walked back to the bedroom, got on the bed and lay down, tossing and turning. Was she not sleepy? She sat up, lay down, sat up again, and lay down again, repeating this over and over again. Song Yuyan's body was sore.

Song Yuyan thought about meditating, so she sat on the bed, closed her eyes, and told herself not to think about anything and clear her mind. After a while, she felt a little sleepy, and the sleepiness gradually became more obvious. Then, she lowered her head and fell on the bed.

In the morning, Song Yuyan woke up before nine o'clock. She sat up in a daze and looked around. She found that she was not covered with a quilt. She got up, put on her shoes, then stood up, walked out of the bedroom, went into the bathroom, and washed slowly. After washing, she looked at the clock in the bedroom and it was already three thirty in the morning.