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

Jian Xiaoan slowly took a step back. His eyes scared her. She swallowed, lowered her head and said nothing.

This was the first time she saw Fu Nanchen like this. She felt a chill on her back and her palms were soaked with sweat.

This feeling is as if my father had this kind of face many times when I was a child.

She was swept by a kind of fear, and the controlling and violent man made her want to escape.

When she raised her eyes again, a thin layer of tears appeared in Jian Xiaoan's eyes. She bit her lower lip with her white teeth until it turned white. She endured it and her fingers tightly grasped her pajamas.

In an instant, she was held tightly in Fu Nanchen's arms.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so mean to you." Fu Nanchen suddenly realized how he had behaved just now.

He is so cold only in front of outsiders. He always keeps his word and takes action instead of talking.

He forgot that this was Jian Xiaoan, not one of those enchanting women in the club.

His An An is about to cry, and his dimples are gone.

Jian Xiaoan was held so tightly by her that she couldn't breathe and wanted to break free.

Fu Nanchen didn't let go. He held her tighter with his slender arms and whispered in her ear, "You said it's okay."

There is such a request!

Jian Xiaoan was suddenly amused by him again, pursed her red lips and said, "It's okay."

Fu Nanchen let her go after hearing this, and continued to look at her and said, "If you don't want to go, then I won't go back either. Can I accompany you?"

What can his An An do alone?

What if he got scared in such a big room? What if those men on the third floor targeted him when he returned to the rental house?

The couple next door is calling each other, what if his An An misses him?

His An An liked him so much yesterday that she even acted coquettishly with him in the morning.

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen took out a high-necked sweater dress from the closet. The upper body was a black sweater and the lower body was an exquisite lotus leaf skirt.

"Jian Xiaoan, this is warm. Wear this tonight and I'll take you out to play, okay?"

Jian Xiaoan watched him rummaging around in the closet, "Fu Nanchen, you haven't been home for a long time, it's okay for me to be alone."

"I can read after get off work. I have an exam after the holiday."

"I'll read a book with you." Fu Nanchen looked at her and said seriously.

He had already thought of how to accompany her. He wanted to hold her while reading a book.

Fu Nanchen didn't want to be separated from her for a moment. He had been searching for the little one for more than ten years, and he wanted to put her in his pocket so that he could take her out and kiss and hug her whenever he wanted.

He had been thinking about this idea for a long time, asking her to be his assistant after graduation, no, to be his secretary!

Good morning, the president's secretary!

At noon, the president's secretary!

Afternoon, the president's secretary!

Evening, the president's secretary!

This way he can see Jian Xiaoan 24 hours a day.

"Oh..." Jian Xiaoan listened to what he said, his shoulders drooped, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

Uncle Feng said he hadn't been home for two years and his grandmother was urging him to see his eldest grandson.

"Fu Nanchen, if I don't go, will you not go home?" Jian Xiaoan looked at him seriously.

Fu Nanchen put down her skirt and nodded at her, "Yes, I will go home only if you come back with me."

He knows how to do it, and he has been doing it since the beginning.

"So, do I need to prepare anything for you to go back with me? Is there anything you want me to tell you?"

"How about I be Wang Dabao's girlfriend? That way I can go home with you and avoid embarrassment."

Jian Xiaoan's idea seems perfect.

"What?" When Fu Nanchen heard the three words "Wang Dabao", his black eyes glared at her. Wang Dabao was actually competing with him for a woman!

"No, she's my girlfriend! He's not worthy!" Fu Nanchen's eyes had killed Wang Dabao several times.

If Wang Dabao needs a woman, find one for himself!

"Then why don't you just say that I'm Uncle Feng's friend?" Jian Xiaoan continued to try to convince him, took a step forward, and looked up at him.

"No, that old man has no friends!"

"How about calling your best buddy and telling him I'm his girlfriend?"

He must have some bad friends.

Best friend? Fu Nanchen thought for a moment.

"No, he's a sea king, what if she targets you?"

Fu Nanchen's mind flashed with the image of Chen Sen, a handsome guy. His An An was so innocent, what if she was bewitched by that dog?

"Then...just say that I'm your friend." Jian Xiaoan went around in a circle and could only return to the starting point and sighed.

She tilted her head and said seriously, "When we get home you can't hold my hand, you can't feed me, you can't hug me, you can't kiss me, understand?"

Jian Xiaoan explained to him very seriously, her long eyelashes fluttering and her eyes wide open.

Fu Nanchen also listened carefully, and finally nodded thoughtfully, "This is fine."

At worst, you can kiss secretly when there is no one around, hold hands under the table, or rub legs.

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen curled his lips and turned to take out a white down jacket from the closet. "Wear something thicker today, okay? Remember to put on the down jacket later, okay?"

Jian Xiaoan listened to him telling her what to wear, and felt like she wouldn't know what to wear if he didn't tell her.

"I'll go make you some food, get dressed and come down."

After saying that, Fu Nanchen turned and went out. A few seconds later, he came back and stuck his head through the crack of the door and asked in a low voice, "Can I watch you change your clothes?"

What is this talking about? Jian Xiaoan's face was dark, and he shook his head with disgust, "No."

Fu Nanchen didn't get a response and turned around to leave.

Jian Xiaoan looked at the clothes full of clothes in the closet. They were so beautiful, with new labels and they smelled new.

Are they all hers?

There are also beautiful shoes and snow boots. In the center of the cloakroom are various ties, watches, brooches, jewelry, etc.

She pinched her thigh hard and it hurt. This was not a dream, it was real.

Suddenly, she felt that this was what it felt like to be cared for.

You can sleep well all night without worrying about someone coming in at midnight.......

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The Jiangcheng Club at this moment was a completely different scene. Inside the private room, Chen Sen was lying on the sofa, with wine bottles scattered all over the table. Last night was a ridiculous one.

He called Fu Nanchen and was scolded, saying that single people don't deserve to celebrate the festival.

At this moment, still fast asleep, I heard the door of the box slam open, "Chen Sen!"

Luo Meng rushed in angrily, "You're still sleeping. I called you all night last night, and you were fooling around here." She walked over, picked up the water cup next to her and splashed it on his face.

Chen Sen sat up with a start, his eyes bloodshot, "Who? Are you sick?"

"You're about to get married, and you're still fooling around with women!" Luo Meng picked up a female belt from the corner of the table, "Whose vixen is this?"

Chen Sen shook his head, raised his eyelids and stood up, holding the clothes on the sofa, "Let's go wherever we need to go. If it doesn't work, cancel the engagement. I'm a scumbag, and I'll be like this in the future too."

"Asshole!" Luo Meng stomped her feet, her face flushed with anger, "I want to break off the engagement with you!"

"Why cancel the engagement? My elder brother is still interested in you. Your father wants to marry someone above his station so badly. I'll show you a way out." After saying this, Chen Sen staggered outside. He heard the sound of wine bottles breaking behind him.

"Back to Ditingyuan, this guy is really not nice. He hugged his girlfriend at night, and I was besieged by a group of LSPs."

If I hadn't pretended to be asleep last night, I would have been abused by a few women...

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"A-choo, it's so cold." At this moment, Fu Nanchen was standing in front of the refrigerator. The cold air from the refrigerator had made the tip of his nose turn purple.

The refrigerator was very full, with all kinds of ingredients, green, yellow, red, and white. However, the vegetables seemed to know him, but he didn't know the vegetables, so in the end he could only take out a bag of dumplings.

He walked into the kitchen, poured water, turned on the fire, and saw how big the pot was and how full the water was.

He carefully counted the dumplings in the bag. They were very small and there were only 15 in a bag.

The water hasn't boiled yet, but Fu Nanchen poured it all in. He stood in front of the pot, seemingly thinking about something.

His An An is a big eater. How can he be full with 15 pills? Give me 15 more pills.

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen turned around and took out two bags of dumplings from the refrigerator. He tore them open and shook them all into the pot.

He looked at the bottom of the pot which was full of glutinous rice balls. They were white, tender and round, very beautiful, just like Jian Xiaoan's face.

Fu Nanchen nodded with satisfaction and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

"Jian Xiaoan, Jian Xiaoan, have you changed your clothes? I'm coming in." He shouted loudly inside at the door.

Jian Xiaoan was tidying up her quilt when she heard: The wolf is coming! The wolf is coming! The wolf is coming!

She ignored him and continued to make the quilt.

Fu Nanchen secretly opened the door and looked inside, and saw Jian Xiaoan turning her head and smiling.

"You're kidding me?" He strode over, leaned over and bit her on the face, then smiled maliciously.

"I'm going to change my clothes and go downstairs to eat later." Fu Nanchen said and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

He stopped halfway and said, "Jian Xiaoan, do you want to watch me change clothes?"

He has seen Jian Xiaoan's mobile phone search history. It's either about pectoral muscles or abdominal muscles. He is also curious about Xiao Xiaochen's length. His Anan must want to see it, and he didn't let her see enough last night!

"No." Jian Xiaoan blushed because of what he said.

Love-brained and narcissistic.

Fu Nanchen thought about it, turned around and walked behind her, holding her hand and walked towards the cloakroom.

"Let's go, I'll show you."

Jian Xiaoan was dragged forward by him, "Don't..."

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