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

Jian Xiaoan listened to the man's sexy voice, her mind drifting further and further away with her thoughts. She only revealed her two big watery eyes and said coquettishly, "I love you, husband."

Fu Nanchen's heart trembled violently when he heard the confession of the woman on the other end of the phone. He wished he could fly to her right now.

She seldom expresses her feelings directly, and always moves forward amidst trial, hesitation, and doubt.

How could Fu Nanchen not know that a girl who grew up in domestic violence sometimes made him feel distressed by her understanding, especially after marrying into a wealthy family. She always hid her true needs and tried to be a good wife.

However, he just wanted to pamper her and let her be herself happily.

Especially the wedding night, which should have been an unforgettable wedding night, but unexpectedly it ended up being a life-and-death experience.

When she woke up the next day, she comforted him as if nothing had happened, but she often woke up in the middle of the night.

Fu Nanchen once asked Dr. Han and found that she had not recovered from the trauma. Especially since she became pregnant, he found that she often worried about whether the baby would be miscarried, whether there was a fetal heartbeat, whether she could give birth to the baby smoothly, and whether she could raise the baby...

No matter how uncomfortable she felt during morning sickness, she tried her best to force herself to eat.

Recently, she eats a lot, but regrets it after eating. She always says that she is too greedy or too hungry.

In fact, she was always anxious and could only relieve her inner emotions by overeating.

Fu Nanchen saw all of this.

It is true that long illness makes a good doctor. He himself has suffered from depression for more than ten years, and he can feel every little emotion of the women around him.

Fu Nanchen looked at the woman on the other end of the phone screen, his heart aching. If only he could have found her a few years earlier...

"I love you too, baby. Go to bed early." He held his chin and said, "I'll be home early. Put your phone on the stand and I'll watch you sleep."

"Good night." Jian Xiaoan took the phone and kissed the person on the screen, then reluctantly put the phone on the bedside phone holder.

"I miss my husband so much." Jian Xiaoan said softly, looking up at the man on the phone. It seemed that everything was at peace with him around.

She blew him a kiss, hugged the pillow beside her and slowly closed her eyes.

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Only after watching his beloved woman fall asleep did Fu Nanchen turn off the video.

What followed was a busy industry exchange meeting. The preliminary meetings were tightly scheduled. In addition to studying, he also had to socialize. Whenever he had time, he would video call her.

He would set the alarm and wake up in the middle of the night to chat with her.

The meeting did not come to an end until the fifth evening.

Aying got the news that on Friday night, the man named Lei Zi would go to a bar to buy drugs. All day long, Aying disguised himself as a middle-aged man with a beard and stayed in the bar.

Butler Feng Yue was in the cafe across the street. After the meeting, Fu Nanchen came to the bar alone wearing a baseball cap and simple casual clothes.

Inside the bar, dynamic music fills the ears, people dance under the neon lights, the bartender skillfully fiddles with the bottles behind the bar, and the air is filled with the strong smell of alcohol and a faint smell of tobacco.

Aying saw Fu Nanchen come in, and the two of them found a suitable place and waited quietly.

Last time, after taking a glance at the news screen, Fu Nanchen could almost confirm that this man was the one who had attempted to assassinate him many times.

Who is he? Is he related to the Lu family? Or is he related to someone in the family?

At ten o'clock in the evening, it suddenly started to drizzle. As night fell, the rain got heavier, splashing countless water drops on the ground.

Turning left outside the bar is a narrow alley. Under the dim light, you can occasionally hear drunks shouting and staggering through the alley.

The light of the street lamps seemed dim and weak in the rain. The two men leaning against the window stared intently at what they could see. The streets in the heavy rain were filled with a damp and cold atmosphere, which made people feel heavy.

At this time, a man wearing black jeans and a hooded sweatshirt came over from the end of the alley. He didn't have an umbrella and his body was wet. His sneakers stepped on the stone slabs, and water stains sprayed onto his feet along the gaps between the stone slabs.

The man walked to a place ten meters away from the bar and stopped. He stood close to the wall, put his hands in his pockets, looked around, took out a cigarette and took two puffs.

The man squinted his eyes, and under his narrow single eyelids, his eyes were sinister and terrifying. He threw the half-smoked cigarette in his hand to the ground and crushed it with his toes.

In the darkness, I couldn't see people's faces clearly.

He pushed down the hood of his sweatshirt, took out a black mask from his pocket and put it on, then reached for his lower back with his right hand.

There was a pistol there, and he walked towards the bar only after making sure that no one was following him.

Feng Yue was in the cafe across the street. He stared closely through the window glass, and the three people's eyes converged.

The lights in the bar were dim, and men and women were drinking, smoking, and flirting in every corner.

The man slowly opened the door and quickly scanned the crowd to confirm that he was right before walking in. He saw him walk straight to the bar, order a cocktail, turn around and lean against the bar. The moment he raised his head to drink, his dark eyes fell on a blond man in the corner.

I saw a man holding a blonde woman in one hand and enjoying the pleasure.

As he reached him, the man pushed past the two women and turned to the corner table.

The two men stayed for a moment inadvertently and then quickly separated.

"Follow me." Fu Nanchen watched him open the door and walk out, whispered, then stood up and walked outside.

"Master, let me do it. It's dangerous." Aying blocked Fu Nanchen, put his hand into his windbreaker, and followed him out.

boom!

As soon as the two men opened the door of the bar, they heard a gunshot outside.

Feng Yue at the corner of the street stepped back, and the man quickly ran along the alley.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring down from the sky like a waterfall, blocking the view.

"Not good." Ah Ying rushed out and ran in the direction the man escaped. The alley was deep and narrow, and the man was very familiar with turning right at the end.

Fu Nanchen rushed out and ran straight to the next intersection.

dong dong dong.

The sound of rain seemed to drown out the sound of gunfire. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Fu Nanchen saw the man at the next intersection. He was about to shoot when he saw the man fire another shot behind him and quickly ran forward.

Fu Nanchen continued to run, desperately rushing towards the next intersection, determined to get rid of him.

"Young Master." Feng Yue also rushed to the front of Fu Nanchen at this time. They both saw the man appear at the end of the road at the same time. The light was dim and the figure was blurry.

I saw the man turn around and quickly raise his arms.

"Be careful." Feng Yue shouted and quickly stood in front of Fu Nanchen.

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet swept past Feng Yue's shoulder. He felt a sharp pain and frowned.

"Beast." Fu Nanchen quickly raised his gun, with the black muzzle pointing at the fleeing man.

The heavy rain dispersed the lights in front of him. Fu Nanchen stared at the figure with his deep eyes. His black pupils were terribly cold. He slowly pulled the trigger.

boom!Boom!

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