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

boom!

At this time, the sound of the door being kicked open was heard, and a tall man stood at the door.

Outside the door, four thugs rolled on the ground, their bodies curled up, some covering their legs, some hugging their arms and howling.

He hooked his fingers on the collar of his black shirt, pursed his thin lips, narrowed his almond-shaped eyes, and without saying a word, just stood at the door, staring at Brother Biao, with a sinister look in his black eyes.

Brother Biao glanced at the thug lying outside the door, licked his lips, and pulled up his pants while grinning, "Who are you? How dare you ruin my good deeds!"

"Pah!" He tilted his head, spat, and walked up to him.

Brother Biao raised his finger and pointed at the man in front of him, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, "Who the hell are you?"

"what......."

All of a sudden, I heard Brother Biao yelling at the top of his lungs, and then I saw him half-crouching and kneeling on the ground.

The man was wearing a pair of black gloves. He held Brother Biao's index finger with his big hand and slowly pressed it down, then suddenly exerted force.

Click!

"Ah..." Brother Biao's whole body was shaking and his face turned red because of the pain.

"roll!"

He spoke only one word to him...

Brother Biao was kneeling, holding his wrist tightly with one hand, with a ferocious and painful expression, sweat all over his forehead, staring at him.

At the same time, in the elevator at the end of the corridor, a fat man who looked like a club manager rubbed his hands repeatedly, his thick brows were tightly furrowed, sweat soaked his forehead, and he stomped his feet back and forth in panic, shouting at the waiter beside him.

"Who told you to let Brother Biao up here? Master Fu is on the top floor today. Are you going to die?"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't stop you." The waiter's voice trembled and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

As soon as the elevator door opened, two people rushed out. The middle-aged man rushed out of the elevator with his body tilted. His feet slipped and he fell forward like a toad. He quickly got up by supporting himself with his palms.

Boom, boom, boom.

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu."

He shouted at the thugs lying on the ground, "Go! Go! This is Master Fu's territory, don't risk your life!"

The two stopped at the door of the box, bowing and hunching, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Biao is ignorant, please forgive him."

As he spoke, he winked at Brother Biao on the ground, "Go, go!"

At this moment, Brother Biao realized that the man in front of him was Mr. Fu, Fu Nanchen, the heir of Jiangcheng Fu Group. It was rumored that he was cruel and ruthless and not someone to be trifled with.

He supported himself with one hand and stood up, bending his waist and bowing continuously. His flushed face no longer had the ferocious look from before, but now looked like a dog.

"Fu, Master Fu, I am blind and short-sighted. I hope Master Fu will spare my life."

"roll!"

"Yeah, get out of here right now." Brother Biao said as he walked out of the door carefully and whispered to the thugs on the ground, "Get out of here now!"

Brother Biao and his group disappeared in the corridor, staggering here and there, and the club's manager followed them out.

On the sofa, Jian Xiaoan sat quietly, her clothes soaked with cold sweat. She was shivering all over, and the black mask tied tightly around her chin was also soaked.

At this moment, her hands were still tied tightly by the black belt. She raised her elbows to wipe the wet hair in front of her eyes, and her big eyes looked at everything happening in front of her with horror.

"Mr. Fu." It turned out that the man in front of him was called Mr. Fu. Someone that even Brother Biao was afraid of must be a big shot.

"Young Master." Feng Yue wanted to say something behind him but was interrupted by Fu Nanchen.

He took off his black gloves and threw them on the ground, then slowly walked to Jian Xiaoan and stared at her with his eyes downcast.

Fu Nanchen was born with a pair of phoenix eyes with a deep groove running down to the end of his eye, plus a deep scar on the right brow bone. Just looking at it makes one's back go cold.

"Mr. Fu." Jian Xiaoan looked up at him, with only a pair of big eyes left on his face, revealing panic.

Fu Nanchen slowly squatted down and used his slender fingers to untie the black belt around her slender wrists.

Her wrist was white and thin, with a circle of purple bruises left on it.

Jian Xiaoan rubbed her hands together, bit her almost bloodless lips, and looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you."

Fu Nanchen stretched out his finger to lift her chin, staring at her. The light in the box was a little dim, so he squinted and moved closer to take another look.

He raised his hand and brushed away all the loose hair on her face, leaving only a wet little face.

"Let's go." Fu Nanchen said after a while, then stood up and looked down at her.

Jian Xiaoan stood up slowly, but her steps were not steady and she moved back a little, and her arm was tightly grasped by him.

She raised her eyes to look at him, zipped up her coat with her fingers, and slowly walked out of the box sideways.

Fu Nanchen watched her walk past him, his Adam's apple rolled, he took off his coat, walked over and put it on her.

Jian Xiaoan paused for a second, looked up at him, and whispered, "Thank you."

It was already winter in Jiangcheng in December, and a slight chill came from the quiet corridor. Jian Xiaoan's voice just now seemed to still ring in his ears.

Outside the club, it was drizzling and a cool breeze blew over. Jian Xiaoan couldn't help but shiver.

"Mr. Fu, thank you for saving me." Jian Xiaoan said, taking off his coat and handing it to Fu Nanchen, "I want to go home."

After saying that, she bowed to Fu Nanchen, turned around and walked towards the side of the road.

What happened tonight happened too suddenly. If it weren't for this man, she would have been raped by Brother Biao.

Jian Xiaoan hugged his arm, turned around, looked at Fu Nanchen and left.

"Brother Biao, it's out, it's out."

Near the green belt on the side of the road, a black business car was parked very discreetly, and a voice was heard from inside the car.

"It's such a loss. As long as she is alone, I have to sleep with her tonight." Brother Biao said with gritted teeth, and the smoke in his mouth came out continuously.

"Get into the car." After saying that, Brother Biao winked at the man next to him. He stared at Jian Xiaoan who was getting closer and closer to the car, his hand tightly gripping the door handle.

Wow.

As Jian Xiaoan just walked to the side of the car, she saw a man's arm reaching out from the door, and her hand was clamped in an instant.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

She was completely stunned and found that the thugs and Brother Biao were still in the car.

Jian Xiaoan stepped hard on the car door and turned to shout at Fu Nanchen.

"Mr. Fu, help me, Mr. Fu."

"You're still talking about Mr. Fu. Are you trying to scare me? How could Mr. Fu be interested in someone like you?" Brother Biao raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"I'm Mr. Fu's person, let me go." Jian Xiaoan shouted at Brother Biao and kicked the man inside hard, trying to lie to Brother Biao that she was Mr. Fu's person.

"I think highly of you by sleeping with you, do you really take yourself seriously?"

"You still want to climb into Master Fu's bed! Get up!"

Jian Xiaoan saw that he was no match for them and shouted for help again.

"Master Fu, Master Fu!"

In the distance, the sound of sudden brakes was heard. As soon as the car door opened, Fu Nanchen walked out.

"Master Fu, Master Fu, I promise you everything. I will never run away again!"

Jian Xiaoan shouted even louder.

"Hurry, hurry, Mr. Fu is here." Someone shouted, and Jian Xiaoan was let go and fell to the ground.

Brother Biao's voice was heard from inside the car, "Jian Xiaoan, this matter is not over yet, just wait for me."

The door of the business car was slammed shut, and the car stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly.

"Mr. Fu." Jian Xiaoan got up from the ground and rushed to Fu Nanchen, "I..."

Fu Nanchen glanced at the disappearing business car, then lowered his eyes to look at her, "Let's go." Then he turned around and got into the car. Jian Xiaoan followed and sat next to him. As the door closed, the car suddenly became quiet.

Wang Dabao glanced at the woman behind him through the rearview mirror.

Is he a thief or a robber? He is wearing a mask, a baseball cap and all in black in the middle of the night.

"What's your name? What do you want?" The man's hoarse voice came into Jian Xiaoan's ears in the darkness.

"Ah?" Jian Xiaoan was frightened by the dull voice and turned to look at him.

"My name is... Wang... Li... I don't want anything. Thank you, Mr. Fu, for saving me."

Jian Xiaoan didn't want to cause trouble, so she just made up a name. Her voice trembled slightly and her eyes fell on Fu Nanchen's face.

Fu Nanchen leaned over, pinched Jian Xiaoan's chin, and bent it towards himself.

She was wearing a mask, and only a pair of clear eyes appeared in front of him, her watery pupils looking at him.

He used his fingers to hook open the mask on Jian Xiaoan's mouth.

A gentle and beautiful face came into view: a pair of eyebrows and eyes as curved as a crescent moon, long curved eyelashes, a high nose bridge, full red lips, and in the dim light, a thin layer of white mist covered the fair skin.

His gaze finally stopped at the end of her eye. Under the tear stains, there was a small mole faintly hidden, which was enchanting and charming.

"Hehe." Jian Xiaoan forced a smile, and a small dimple appeared on the right cheek.

Fu Nanchen couldn't help but tighten his throat, his eyes suddenly widened, his face seemed a little flustered, and his gaze once again fell on Jian Xiaoan.

"Smile again."

"hey-hey."

Jian Xiaoan gave him a very official smile.

What a hobby!

Fu Nanchen approached her face again, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring at her straight, the small mole at the end of his eye almost hidden under his long eyelashes.

He seemed to be thinking about something, rubbing the tip of his thumb back and forth on her lips, inadvertently sliding across the dimple on her cheek.

A faint aroma of wine wafted towards her. Jian Xiaoan held her breath. Her rising heart rate made her slender fingers clench tightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her palms.

"Go back to Moon Bay!" Fu Nanchen said in a muffled voice after a moment.

Butler Feng Yue turned to look at Fu Nanchen with a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

"Master, are you not going back to the Villa to see your father tonight?"

"Some other day." Fu Nanchen responded, his eyes still on Jian Xiaoan's face.

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