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

The person who received Feng Yue was a policeman of similar age. After learning his identity, he told him the details of the fire. The final conclusion was that all four members of the family died in the fire.

After receiving this news, Feng Yue finally felt relieved.

I hope it’s not that one!

After leaving, Feng Yue drove to an old house with a dilapidated wall and a rusty iron gate. He stood in front of the door and looked inside, with unfathomable emotions in his deep eyes.

This is a house after a fire, it is devastated and heartbreaking.

The originally clean white walls were blackened by the thick smoke, and there was a burning smell everywhere. The windows were broken and glass was scattered all over the floor, as if silently telling what had happened in the past.

He walked through the courtyard on the dead branches and leaves, and pushed the door open. The furniture had long been burned to ashes, leaving only the ruins. The floor was also covered with black smoke and dust, making him take every step carefully.

The once warm home has now become a ruin and lost its vitality.

He looked at everything in front of him, pursed his lips, clenched his calloused right hand even tighter, and after a while, turned and left.

The sky in North City is very blue, and the temperature is a few degrees lower than that in River City. It is still a bit chilly near dusk.

It was exceptionally quiet in a private house in the suburbs, with no family members or servants. An old man was sitting on a mahogany chair in the living room. He was thin and had an elegant temperament.

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Feng Yue, thank you for your hard work over the years."

Feng Yue sat respectfully on the chair next to him, "Master, this is what I should do. The young master is doing fine, and the wife is also fine, please rest assured."

"Let him live a good life in Jiangcheng, and don't come back unless necessary."

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The night in the North City was getting darker and darker, the moon was dim and the stars were sparse. Feng Yue stood outside the courtyard and looked up at the night sky, his face showing a trace of vicissitudes and fatigue.

At this moment, it was drizzling in Jiangcheng.

Jian Xiaoan and Fu Nanchen are in Moon Bay tonight. With the warm light in the bedroom on, the girl's dreamy room is particularly cozy. Jian Xiaoan curls up on the sofa with a diary in her arms, looking at the mended diary, feeling both amused and helpless.

"Why did you cry today? Why did you look for someone else when you didn't finish your homework? Did you go to eat when he asked you to? Did you hold hands during the outing?" Fu Nanchen kept chattering in her ear.

"Jian Xiaoan, start writing again from the first day we met. Write down every time I saved you." Fu Nanchen snatched the diary from her hand.

"Write down everything I did for you, especially how I served you at night. Write me a few thousand words!"

All the good things were taken by that pretty boy!

He didn't leave anything in her diary!

"Tell me, why don't you write now that you know me? What's the meaning? Are you living too comfortably?" Fu Nanchen asked her to face him, and his long legs encircled her. "If you can't explain yourself today, I won't let you sleep."

After saying that, Fu Nanchen put the diary under his butt.

Jian Xiaoan: “….”

Is it necessary to eat this vinegar?

"I'm just having such a great time that I don't know what bitterness feels like." Jian Xiaoan's voice was as sweet as honey.

How can you not be happy when someone is coaxing you to sleep at night?

"Then you are not allowed to be unhappy from now on, even if you can't find your biological parents."

It turned out that Jian Xiaoan had been worried about finding her parents these days, so Fu Nanchen had to bring her back to Moon Bay frequently so that she could relax.

"Feng Yue sent me a message today saying that he hasn't found anything about your parents yet." Fu Nanchen didn't want to tell her at first, fearing that the truth would be cruel, and also afraid that she would be disappointed if there was no truth.

"Then, will I really... not be her?"

If there is a fire, it is relatively easy to find.

After Jian Xiaoan finished speaking, she slowly lowered her head. She didn't want to look into his eyes.

Ever since Feng Yue went to Beicheng, she has been anxious every moment. If there is news, she will be one step closer to "Yueyue". If not, she will be further and further away from "Yueyue".

What should she do?

From being a substitute in the beginning, to being an adopted daughter, and now, every step of the way, she was afraid to know the truth.

"Jian Xiaoan, look at me." Fu Nanchen held her shoulders, his eyes deep and moving.

"No ifs!"

She was "Yueyue", and he didn't know why he was so sure.

Jian Xiaoan's eyes were filled with mist, her heart trembled slightly, and her nose began to ache, "But, this is the fact, I may not have been to North City."

She sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes, "Are you sure, is it me or her that you love?"

The words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time finally came out.

"You want to get married on the fourth day after you met me. This doesn't make sense at all. You loved her from the beginning, not me, right?"

After saying this, the tears hidden in her eyes still dripped down. Jian Xiaoan raised her hand to wipe them away, her throat choked with sobs and she couldn't utter a word.

From the beginning, she was ready to leave at any time.

Fu Nanchen frowned and looked at Jian Xiaoan without saying anything for a long time.

It turned out that she never believed that he loved her.

The pink space slowly became cooler. Jian Xiaoan didn't dare to look into his eyes. She knew that there was always an unfathomable emotion in those eyes.

She was often confused. She didn't know what he was thinking, nor did she know whether it was love, reliance, or possession.

"Jian Xiaoan, what are you thinking about?" Fu Nanchen's voice became cold and chilly.

Jian Xiaoan knew that every time at this moment, she could feel a strong sense of oppression.

A fear buried deep in my heart.

Want to escape!

"I just want to know, is it me you love?" Jian Xiaoan raised her eyes and looked at him. She could feel her heart rate rising.

"No matter who you are, don't leave me!"

Even if she wasn't herself, she couldn't leave.

"Even if it's a substitute, you are not allowed to leave. Is that right?" Jian Xiaoan looked at him through tears, her red lips trembling slightly.

"Yes!" Fu Nanchen answered firmly.

"This is not love, this is possession!" Jian Xiaoan shook off his hand and tried to stand up.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere." Fu Nanchen held her hand.

He was finally going to let her into the secret room, the place that only he could enter.

"Where are you taking me?" Jian Xiaoan suddenly felt a little scared. He once said that no matter what happened, he would never allow her to leave him.

She was enjoying his love, but also enduring his control.

"A place where you can prove that you are her."

The two of them didn't say a word along the way. It was drizzling outside and Fu Nanchen was holding an umbrella. He didn't hug her, but just used the umbrella to cover her.

The drizzle soaked his clothes, and his wet hair was soon wet as well. Under the dim light, Jian Xiaoan walked silently beside him. Her figure was very thin. Fu Nanchen put his arm around her shoulders, but couldn't help holding her in his arms.

Twenty minutes away from the villa, I saw another villa with flowers hanging over the courtyard wall and the fragrance of lychees filling the air.

Jian Xiaoan has never been here.

"arrive."

Traces of rain passed through his sight, and Fu Nanchen gently pushed open the door...