Addicted to sticking to her, the crazy CEO asks for a kiss every day

Jian Xiaoan: “…”

The car was very quiet. Jian Xiaoan could hear clear breathing sounds beside her ears, and the hot air gently caressed her skin, making her feel numb and tingling.

She had never been in a relationship, nor had she ever been so intimate with a boy. At this moment, the baffle completely turned the interior of the car into a closed space. Her whole body was tense, her tense throat compressed her breathing, and even swallowing became cautious.

Her slender white fingers were lightly clenched on her legs, her palms were slightly sweaty, and the Band-Aid with a little fox print on the tip of her index finger was slightly raised.

Fu Nanchen raised his eyes, glanced at her hand, and held her slender fingertips.

Her hands were small and soft, and they fit into his palms with a slight squeeze. The next second, his bony knuckles were interlocked with hers.

Jian Xiaoan's nails were trimmed neatly and cleanly, and the crescents on her nails were clearly visible. The warmth from her palms made her want to break free, but she was held tightly again.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Nanchen whispered in her ear. The pink ear bone came into his sight and his warm breath surrounded the ear bone.

"Ahem." Jian Xiaoan moved her upper body slightly, looked at him, and said in a gentle voice, "No, nothing."

"Hmm?" Fu Nanchen's lips curled slightly.

Her ears were burning and she must be feeling extremely upset, this little liar.

The two of them were very close, and Jian Xiaoan's nose tip almost touched his nose. She leaned back to prop up her body.

I saw a black bruise above his left temple, and there was an ordinary Band-Aid near his hairline. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it at all.

"You, what happened to your forehead? Is it injured?"

He was fine when we separated in the morning, how come he is injured now?

Jian Xiaoan pulled out her fingers that he was holding tightly and raised her hand to touch his skin.

"Let me see." Jian Xiaoan lifted the hair from the corner of his eyes and gently stroked the bruised skin with her fingertips.

"Does it hurt?"

Her voice was as gentle as water, sliding into his eardrums like drops of water.

Fu Nanchen raised his elbow to grasp her fingertips and held them again, whispering in her ear, "It's okay."

"Oh." Jian Xiaoan said, looking at his forehead again.

How could such a big bruise be okay? When my father used a belt to beat himself, he also had bruises on his legs. They were so painful that they didn’t go away for a long time.

Jian Xiaoan has sensitively noticed that there are subtle changes between Fu Nanchen in the morning and now.

He was injured. How did he get injured? Was he also beaten by his parents? Does it hurt?

Inside the car, the two of them just hugged each other.

The air in the car was very quiet. Fu Nanchen put his arms around her slender waist and held her hands tightly with both hands.

Her hands were small and soft, and he twisted and pinched her fingertips one by one, and even took off his rings and put them on her fingers.

Put it on from thumb to little finger in order, from left hand to right hand, and repeat repeatedly.

It seems that he is a little bored!

Jian Xiaoan didn't know what he was thinking, so she just let him play with her fingers.

Her head rested on his chest and she could hear the sound of his heartbeat in her ears, not a trace of panic, but strong and powerful.

Once, twice, three times...

She recalled being locked in a storage room by her father when she was a child. In the dark night, she curled up quietly in the corner, and the cold wall was her only support.

She leaned against the wall, hugged her knees with her hands, rested her head on her knees, and listened quietly to her own heartbeat. She counted her own heartbeat until dawn.

She didn't dare sleep because the night was too dark.

But this moment was different. She was leaning in a warm embrace, being held tightly in his arms.

So warm.

A wave of sleepiness came over her, her eyelids slowly closed, her breathing became even, and her white knuckles completely relaxed.

She leaned tightly in his arms, not moving.

Fu Nanchen looked at the woman in his arms. On her gentle face, there was a pair of delicate eyes and eyebrows, her pink lips were tightly closed, and the small mole at the end of her eye was hidden in her long eyelashes, faintly visible.

This is the girl he has been looking for for more than ten years. It must be her.

Last night, Fu Nanchen almost didn't sleep the whole night. He just stared at Jian Xiaoan, looking left and right, and the only thing he could confirm was that small mole.

He wanted to wake her up and make her smile, because he remembered that she had a dimple on the right side of her cheek.

In the second half of the night, he went to the secret room and took his own portrait to confirm it repeatedly.

There were many sketches in that secret room, from the first time he saw her to how he remembered the girl would look when she grew up.

4岁、5岁、6岁......18岁、19岁、20岁、21岁。

It seemed that he had never been absent in this girl's life.

It was not until the morning when Feng Yue came back with Jian Xiaoan's information that he was a little disappointed, because the girl was in Beicheng and her name was Yueyue, while Jian Xiaoan was in Jiangcheng, thousands of miles away.

He didn't give up. Are there really people like him in the world?

He measured Jian Xiaoan's face with a ruler, then took a camera to take pictures of her. He washed them out overnight and compared them repeatedly with the sketch of the secret room.

Fu Nanchen stood in the middle of the secret room, looking at the sketches that filled the surrounding area.

He was afraid that he might have made a mistake, but he confirmed again and again that it was this girl.

He just couldn't prove it.

During the hour that Jian Xiaoan was away, the torment was even more unbearable than when he was locked up in solitary confinement by his father as a child.

Finally, he took off the ring on his finger and counted in his mind, like flipping a coin, and if the moon on the ring was facing up, he would have chosen that person.

He squatted down, placed the ring vertically on the floor, pinched it between two fingers and quickly turned it over.

Gululu......

He didn't even dare to look until the sound of the ring turning in his ear gradually stopped, and then he clapped his palm.

Fu Nanchen took a deep breath, looked at his slender fingers, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand bulged.

As he slowly moved his hand away, the rose-gold ring gradually disappeared from his sight.

Almost at the same time, his rapidly rising heart rate made him close his eyes. He slowly opened them again and saw a clear crescent moon facing down! It was embedded in the ring.

Fu Nanchen leaned back and lay on the floor. "God must have been distracted just now!"

He sat up again, his brows lowered, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the ring on the ground: "Yes, it's facing downwards... never mind."

After saying that, Fu Nanchen grabbed the ring on the ground and rushed out of the secret room.

It's her! It has to be her! It has to be her!

Downstairs, Wang Dabao had his mouth full of steamed buns when he was dragged to the driver's seat.

How anxious Fu Nanchen must be!

......

The scenes of last night flashed through Fu Nanchen's black pupils frame by frame. He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, his chin resting on her forehead.

Every day from now on, he will never let her leave.

The car slowly drove into Moon Bay. When the car stopped, Fu Nanchen gently carried her into the bedroom.

Jian Xiaoan did not wake up. She turned over and curled up, crossed her hands on her chest, sucked her lips twice and fell into deep sleep again.

The faint scent of lychee in the room seemed to have a calming effect. Jian Xiaoan slept very soundly, and when she woke up, it was already dark.

Outside the window was a brightly lit city night with fireworks going off in the sky, lighting up the starry sky.

On the first floor, Aunt Chen had already prepared a table of dinner.

As New Year’s Day approaches, Moon Bay becomes so lively for the first time.

The entire manor was hung with small red lanterns, two dogs were running around happily on the lawn, and bodyguards were patrolling around.

There were more and more fireworks outside the window. Jian Xiaoan opened her eyes in a daze and saw the gorgeous fireworks outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Wow." She sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked up, waiting for the next firework to explode.

The man's slender figure gradually became clear through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

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