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

It turned out to be the bodyguard who was accompanying him.

Fu Nanchen opened the car window and the bodyguard handed in a tablet from outside, which contained some photos related to the transactions of Deputy Financial Manager Wang Shan.

All of them occurred recently, with no bank account transaction records or special phone communications.

Fu Nanchen slid his slender fingers left and right on the screen, occasionally enlarging the photo to observe it carefully, even not missing every corner of the photo.

The person he was meeting with must be nearby.

His brows were furrowed, his whole face was tense, and after a moment he handed the tablet over and said in a low voice, "Keep an eye on the person, and continue checking."

At the same time, Jian Hao and his mother Zhang Shufen were watching Jian Xiaoan's every move in the milk tea shop on the roadside.

"It's coming out, it's coming out." Jian Hao suddenly pointed at the entrance of the milk tea shop and said.

Zhang Shufen squinted through the window and looked, "Where?"

"At the door, the one in the white down jacket, skirt! Skirt! Coming, coming!" Jian Hao grabbed Zhang Shufen's shoulders and shook them hard.

"Jian Xiaoan!" Zhang Shufen shouted at her and walked up to her.

Jian Xiaoan was holding four cups of milk tea in one hand and a bag in the other. She had just walked out of the milk tea shop and was walking to the side of the road. When she heard the shouting, she immediately stood up.

"Mom, why are you here?" She took a step back, leaned her arms behind her, and frowned slightly.

Zhang Shufen had eyeliner tattooed on her face and her eyebrows were long and thin. She looked Jian Xiaoan up and down, walked around her clockwise for two steps, pinched her down jacket with her fingers, raised her eyebrows, "Jian Xiaoan...this dress is nice."

Her nails were long and pointed, painted bright red, and her fingertips were rough and cracked, making a crackling sound as they rubbed against the fabric.

Jian Xiaoan dodged with his arms, frowned, and said nothing.

Zhang Shufen's eyes fell on her calves. "Leather shoes are not cheap either." After saying that, she raised her hand and lifted up her down jacket.

"Hey, are you wearing skirts now?"

She picked up the hem of her skirt and held it in front of her eyes. She squinted her eyes and ran her fingertips over the fabric. "This fabric is really good. Wow."

Zhang Shufen's eyes swept over her face again and landed on the earrings. "And these earrings, rubies and diamonds, did he buy them for you?"

Jian Xiaoan quickly dodged back and broke free, "Mom, don't be like this, I've already given you the money for this month."

She listened to the sarcastic voice in her ear, clenched her fingers, and her face was full of resistance.

Although I haven't been home for a long time and haven't heard my mother's criticisms for a long time, but the moment her voice appeared, some emotions that had been hidden for a long time surged into my heart like a tidal wave.

Jian Xiaoan stopped arguing and let the two people in front of him accuse her.

"Jian Xiaoan, you still have the nerve to ask for just 2,000 yuan?" Jian Hao's voice came from behind, "Master Fu gave you a lot of money."

He raised his hand and patted Jian Xiaoan on the shoulder twice, "Because of you, Brother Biao almost smashed all our things."

"Yeah, it's all because of your little thing that I'm too embarrassed to stay at home."

Zhang Shufen raised her hand and patted her down jacket, "White doesn't last long, and dry cleaning costs money."

Just after she finished speaking, her palm stopped at the pocket of her down jacket, "What is this?"

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a black card.

"Bank card? Why is it black?" Zhang Shufen said as she studied it from both sides.

Jian Hao rushed over when he saw the card and snatched it from her hand, "Black card, Jian Xiaoan, he...he gave you a black card?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stuttered a little. His fingers holding the black card were shaking a little. "Mom! Do you know how much money is in this card?"

Jian Hao raised his other hand, spread his five fingers, and stared at Zhang Shufen, "This number!"

"Wow!" Zhang Shufen opened her red lips wide, staring at the black card in Jian Hao's hand, "50?"

Jian Hao shook his head, his nose wrinkled, "Add another zero!"

Jian Xiaoan was also shocked by the number. Her eyes widened and she raised her hand to grab the card from Jian Hao in a hurry. "This is someone else's card. Give it back to me."

Jian Hao waved his arm and dodged directly, "Jian Xiaoan, you live such a carefree life, why should we take the blame for you?"

Jian Xiaoan looked at Jian Hao in front of her, her eyes fell on the card in his hand. She clearly remembered returning it to Fu Nanchen, so how did it appear in her pocket again? Did he secretly give it to her and said it was only a few dollars?

She turned her head to look at the roadside, and she inexplicably expected to see Fu Nanchen at this moment.

It was a little chilly and windy in the evening. Jian Xiaoan's long black hair was blown by the wind and gently stroked her cheeks. Her nose felt sore and a thin layer of tears appeared in her eyes.

Jian Xiaoan looked down at the milk tea in her hand, then looked up again. A slender figure appeared in her sight, but it was a little blurry.

"What are you doing?" The man's voice was low and carried a strong chill with the wind.

Jian Xiaoan blinked his black eyes hard, and when he looked up, he saw that familiar face. He shouted at him with an excited voice, "Fu Nanchen!"

Jian Hao, who was studying the cards with his head down, suddenly looked up and met Fu Nanchen's gaze.

Under his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of black eyes were staring straight at him. The look in his eyes was very deep, so deep that it was frightening. Jian Hao felt a chill on his back, "Is it Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu?"

He walked straight to Jian Hao, his tall figure pressing towards him, "Do you want it?" Fu Nanchen's eyes fell on the card in his hand, "How about... taking it?"

The last line of his voice rose, seemingly calm, but it made people feel uneasy.

"No, no... I dare not..." Jian Hao shook his head and hurriedly handed the card over with both hands.

Fu Nanchen didn't look at him. He took out a black glove from his coat pocket and put it on his right hand slowly. He clenched his long fingers into a fist and then stretched them out again.

Zhang Shufen hadn't said a word since Fu Nanchen appeared in front of her. She hid behind Jian Hao and asked in a very low voice, "Son, who... who... is this?"

Jian Hao nudged her with his shoulder, holding the card in both hands, bent over and said timidly, "I dare not... no... I dare not."

Fu Nanchen raised his right wrist and turned it casually.

He stretched out his slender arm towards the card, and in an instant, his entire palm tightly grasped Jian Hao's palm and pried it off with force.

"Ah... it hurts!" A sudden pain came from his wrist. Jian Hao squatted down with one knee touching the ground.

"Pah..." The black card fell to the ground.

He raised his head, his eyebrows twisted into a rope, his whole face was almost deformed from the pain, his mouth opened wide, begging for mercy, "Mr. Fu, spare me! Spare me!"

Fu Nanchen was looking down at him, the deep wrinkles in his eyes completely hidden beneath his eyes. He lowered his eyes to stare at him, his thin lips tightly pursed, and a sharp cruelty was revealed in his eyes.

"Son, son!" Zhang Shufen was almost frightened to death by the image in front of her. She leaned over and wanted to reach out to pull Jian Hao, but her eyes met Fu Nanchen's and she immediately let go of her hands.

"Here I am, there are only bad guys! No men or women!"

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