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

It’s that pretty boy again. Why are so many people thinking about his An An?

Fu Nanchen thought about this, turned around and walked out, but after taking two steps, he stopped where he was.

His An An was a little bit naughty in the afternoon, so he had to go and coax him because he had other important things to do in the evening!

After three or five steps, he turned around and continued to stand at the bedroom door, leaning half of his body close to the door, with his ear facing the crack of the door...

The bedroom was very quiet. Fu Nanchen wished he could put his entire ear into it. He suddenly remembered a magical technique that Wang Dabao had mentioned: mind reading.

If only he had that ability, he would know what’s going on in this little thing’s head in a minute!

Does she like him, does she want to peek at him, what is she thinking when she snickers, does she think about that?

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At this time, Jian Xiaoan turned his head to look at the bedroom door, found no one, and sat on the edge of the bed with the phone in his hand.

She touched the patterns on her skirt with her slender fingertips and looked down at her toes.

She was still angry just now and didn't even have time to change her shoes. She rubbed her feet back and forth for a while before she said, "Beizhe, let's talk about it when we meet."

"I want to tell you now, why? Can't I go with you? I want to hear the truth." Beizhe said in a hurry.

Jian Xiaoan let out a long breath, looked at the night outside the window, and pursed her red lips, "Your mother won't agree. I heard everything you had when you were arguing in the office in high school."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a long time, and she could almost hear Beizhe's soft breathing.

After a long while, Beizhe said, "So, this is why you rejected me?"

Really? Jian Xiaoan didn't know either. She was just about to be driven crazy by her original family.

She didn't understand why other people's parents loved their children, but her own parents were like creditors, constantly asking for money from her.

She was tired, tired very early.

Now, she has finally grown up and is able to choose her own life.

For quite a long time, she questioned herself, whether running away from her parents like this was unfilial, selfish, or conscienceless.

How could children hate their parents so much?

But she really hated it. This feeling of guilt was like a big net that bound her tightly.

She stopped asking them for money and paid them back every month, hoping this would ease her guilt.

Jian Xiaoan raised her eyes and looked out the window again, her eyes gradually becoming moist. She stood up and walked to the glass window, looking at her blurry face, slowly raised her slender wrist, and gently stroked her image on the glass with her white fingertips.

The jade bracelet slides down the slender wrist, and it feels cool and comfortable.

She thought of her grandmother’s kind face, and how she held her hand and whispered, “Grandma fell in love with you at first sight.”

It turns out that she can be liked by others.

She doesn't need to please, doesn't need to beg, and doesn't need to please others.

Thinking of this, Jian Xiaoan pursed her red lips and said, "Beizhe, thank you for staying with me all these years. You have done a lot for me. I really thank you."

Once upon a time, she admired him. He was so outstanding and such a good person. He was like an older brother and always accompanied her when she was in trouble.

Sometimes, she seemed to really treat him as her own brother.

But she couldn't be with him. What Teacher Wen said made sense. Besides, Teacher Wen was so good to her, and she didn't want to make Teacher Wen sad.

Thinking about this, she continued, "Bei Zhe, I'm sorry, I can't be with you. My family is really in trouble."

"Xiao An, you liked me before, right?"

"Yeah, I liked it."

Jian Xiaoan answered without hesitation. She remembered how happy she once imagined it would be to have him protect her.

"You like me now too, right?" Beizhe continued to ask.

"Now?" Jian Xiaoan fell into deep thought, blinking her long black eyelashes, "I don't like it now."

I haven't liked him since high school. It's already hard to survive at home, so how can I have the energy to like someone?

She spends a lot of time thinking about how to survive, how to earn tuition, how to get scholarships, and now she has to think about how to escape from marriage.

She is very tired!

Thinking of this, Jian Xiaoan suddenly felt relieved. She wanted to make it clear all at once, "Beizhe, let's just be ordinary friends. I don't want to see Teacher Wen sad. I will leave Jiangcheng eventually."

"I'll tell my mother. She can't interfere in my life. I want to be with you." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little excited.

"Beizhe, don't be like this, okay?"

Jian Xiaoan didn't want to continue talking. She felt guilty and her debt to Beizhe made her feel upset.

At this moment, she heard Fu Nanchen's hoarse voice, "Baby, drink the milk."

Then he took her cell phone, hung up and threw it on the bed.

Jian Xiaoan turned around and saw him holding a glass of milk, looking down at her with a smile on his face.

"What did you call me?" Jian Xiaoan glanced at him.

"Baby." Fu Nanchen touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, the ending of the word rose, and a smug expression appeared on his face.

He unlocked a new name, baby, his little one is baby.

"Fu Nanchen, you, you eavesdropped on my phone call?"

He even called her baby on purpose. He did it on purpose!

"Sorry, I was just passing by and heard it." Fu Nanchen raised his eyebrows.

He really couldn't bear to listen any more. His An An was already getting impatient. Why was that pretty boy still pestering her?

"Drink the milk, be obedient." Fu Nanchen said as he stuffed the milk into her palm, "We have something else to do tonight!"

His An An hasn't told him where he can kiss tonight!

That pretty boy can be as sad as he wants, he has to make his An An happy!

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen held her hand, fed the milk directly to her mouth, and raised his chin to signal her to drink quickly.

Gudonggudonggudong...

Soon he finished the glass of milk by holding her head down. Fu Nanchen lowered his eyes and looked at the white milk stain on her upper lip, and rubbed it directly with his hand.

His nose wrinkled and he rubbed very hard, as if he wanted to rub her upper lip off.

She actually said that she liked that pretty boy?

He was very angry, but he didn't dare to be mean to her. Otherwise, what would he do if she didn't let him kiss him?

He really can't do anything with this little guy!

Jian Xiaoan's lips were deformed by his rubbing, and she pushed him away, "Ouch, you hurt me."

Fu Nanchen raised his hand and grabbed her slender wrist, tilting his head and staring at her with dark eyes, "It hurts, you know it hurts, tell me, you actually liked that pretty boy?"

"How much do you like it?"

"Wrote a love letter? Sent flowers? Hold hands?"

"Have you ever cooked glutinous rice balls porridge for him?"

Fu Nanchen didn't want to ask, but he couldn't control himself. It was too tiring to guess all the time!

Jian Xiaoan was a little annoyed and tried to break free from his hand, but his fingers were so tight that she could only pry them apart one by one.

Break one open, and press down the other one, then break it open again, and press down again...

Fu Nanchen just stared at her slender fingertips playing whack-a-mole on his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled even wider.

His An An is so cute even when he is angry, and he doesn’t seem to be that angry anymore!

"What on earth are you going to do?" Jian Xiaoan looked up at him, rolling her eyes and pouting her red lips.

Fu Nanchen leaned over and gently bit her pink earlobe, whispering, "Tell me where I want to kiss you later?"

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