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

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The phone on the bedside table was still vibrating, and Jian Xiaoan turned to look at Fu Nanchen.

He walked over, picked up the phone and handed it to her, with no expression on his face, "Take it."

Jian Xiaoan took the phone, the broken screen flickered, she hesitated for a moment and slid the answer button.

"Hey."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the line, and then Beizhe's voice came from the receiver, "Xiao An, are you okay? Where are you?"

Even through the screen, Jian Xiaoan could still tell that his voice was drunken, and could hear the noisy background intermittently.

Beizhe was drinking and seemed drunk. He never drinks.

Jian Xiaoan glanced at Fu Nanchen and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his long legs spread out forward.

"I, I'm at a friend's house." Jian Xiaoan's voice became smaller and smaller. She moved her feet and turned her back to Fu Nanchen. "I'm fine... Have you been drinking?"

Just as she finished speaking, she was hooked over by a long leg, and she fell back and sat in his arms with her back to him.

"Ah." Jian Xiaoan made a sound in panic.

Fu Nanchen wrapped his long arms around her slender waist, hugged her tightly through her pajamas, and the corners of his mouth curled up with ill intent.

He lowered his head and sniffed her white swan neck, and his warm breath brushed against her shoulder.

Jian Xiaoan had no way to avoid it. Her breathing tightened, her five fingers holding the phone turned white, and sweat oozed from her palms.

At the same time, the other end of the phone remained silent. After a while, he said, "Xiao An, I miss you so much."

Jian Xiaoan didn't say a word. She tightly grasped the pajamas fabric with one hand and thought for a moment before saying, "Beizhe, we...we have no chance."

Fu Nanchen was rubbing her shoulder. Hearing these words, he paused and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Sure enough, his An An likes him the most.

Who is that pretty boy? He looks so frail at first glance.

When his An'an is well, he will definitely make her very happy, well, that kind of happy.

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen bit her shoulder lightly with his thin lips.

"Uh..." A numbing feeling hit her forehead, Jian Xiaoan's voice trembled involuntarily, and she quickly covered the phone with her hand.

Fu Nanchen took her phone, hung up, and threw it on the table.

The more I look at this crappy phone, the more I dislike it!

As soon as Jian Xiaoan stood up, he asked her to sit on his lap and fixed her with his other leg.

"Jian Xiaoan, you only like me, right!" He pinched her chin and stared at her with his black eyes.

The desire that had just been suppressed was ignited again by her.

Jian Xiaoan's cheeks, which had just returned to normal, blushed again, "I don't know."

How could she know whether he liked her or not, she was just aroused by him.

"You don't know? Why don't you like me and let me kiss you?"

Fu Nanchen's mind flashed with Jian Xiaoan covering her mouth tightly in front of Beizhe, "You don't like that pretty boy, so you cover your mouth. Why don't you cover your mouth when I kiss you?"

What kind of logic is this? Jian Xiaoan was confused by him again.

"So, if you don't cover your mouth, it means you like it!" Fu Nanchen explained it perfectly for her, and it sounded very reasonable.

He pinched her chin and said, "I'll get up and cook something delicious for you tomorrow."

His An An is such a big eater, and he likes it very much.

Jian Xiaoan listened to his words, not knowing how to respond, and looked upwards with her round eyes.

Whatever he says is what it is.

biu......

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a beam of light shot straight into the night sky, and in an instant, fireworks bloomed.

"Look, there are fireworks..." Jian Xiaoan stood up and pointed out the window, his eyes shining.

Fu Nanchen turned around just in time to see the fireworks exploding, the colorful lights illuminating their exquisite and beautiful faces.

He pulled her to the French window, and it turned out to be just after midnight.

On the other side of the river, the night of Jiangcheng has just begun.

Colorful fireworks cut through the long night, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and sparks swept across the night sky, falling rapidly like a golden meteor shower.

"Wow, so beautiful!" Jian Xiaoan's voice broke through the quiet night and slid into Fu Nanchen's ear canal as gently as a pearl.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman beside him. Her eyes were so clear, her eyebrows were curved like the moon, and the small mole at the corner of her eye was more gorgeous than the fireworks in the night sky.

"The most beautiful thing is behind." Fu Nanchen raised his hand and touched her long hair behind her head, his voice clear.

"Really?" Jian Xiaoan tapped her jade-like fingertips, looking out the window without blinking, "Is it coming?"

Fu Nanchen looked down at the phone in his palm: 00:08.

"One more minute." He stood behind Jian Xiaoan, leaned over and put his arms around her slender waist, his delicate chin gently resting on her right shoulder.

Jian Xiaoan's profile is so beautiful, with long black eyelashes flickering, a slender arc at the end of her eye, and a small mole quietly hidden at the end of her eye.

Her pink red lips were slightly parted, with her white teeth hidden between them, and she was gazing at the night sky with anticipation.

她心里默念：60、59、58......10、9、8。

"Wow, wow, wow... look, look!" She cheered, taking small steps on tiptoe, and leaning her pretty little face towards the glass.

In the bottomless night sky, a fiery red firework pierced the sky, spinning rapidly and blooming brilliantly.

Just like Van Gogh's "Starry Night" is engraved in the endless sky.

Then, a blue firework followed, spinning again and blooming again.

Sparks bloom and then fall, like stars and like rain.

During the whole process, Fu Nanchen stared at her with his dark eyes, and she stared at the fireworks.

"I really want to turn into a firework and be swept in with it." Jian Xiaoan sighed and turned to look at Fu Nanchen.

A delicate profile came into her sight, "You, you didn't see it?"

"You are prettier than fireworks." Fu Nanchen whispered in her ear, the breeze from his lips blowing into her ear canal, warm and full of doting.

The fireworks disappeared in a flash, what's so good about it?

Jian Xiaoan listened to his words, her cheeks flushed, she turned around, stared at him and said softly, "Thank you."

Fu Nanchen held her with both hands, flicking her cheek with the tip of his tongue, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "How do you thank me?"

As he spoke, he gently rubbed her pink lips with the tip of his thumb and played with the earrings on her ears with his fingertips.

The ruby ​​at the bottom of the earring is brighter than fireworks and as red as blood.

Tonight, she is his!

His An An was supposed to bloom tonight!

"Well...I just want to ask you to drink lots and lots of milk tea." Jian Xiaoan gave an answer within his ability.

She couldn't set off fireworks for him, but she could make him milk tea!

Thinking of this, Jian Xiaoan nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

Fu Nanchen shook his head and looked at her with raised eyebrows. This was not the answer he wanted.

"Anything else?" he said as he untied his bathrobe and threw it on the bed with his long arms.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Jian Xiaoan was the man's strong chest muscles and abdominal muscles, which were so hot.

She leaned back, there was glass behind her and it was very cold.

It seemed that the fireworks not only exploded in the night sky, but also exploded in her heart.

Fu Nanchen leaned over and kissed her, his tongue sweeping over her lips and tongue, rapidly swallowing her breath, igniting like fireworks...