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

She looked at the screen of her mobile phone which showed: Dad, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.

She quickly hung up the phone, and soon the phone rang again.

Jian Xiaoan looked at the phone screen, biting her lips with her pearly teeth, and answered the call after a few seconds.

"Jian Xiaoan, why don't you come back?" A middle-aged man's hysterical shout came from the other end of the phone.

Jian Xiaoan held the phone away from her ear.

"Brother Biao said that you were kept by someone and now he is clamoring for the money to be returned. What on earth were you doing out there?" The sound of something being thrown was heard from the cell phone.

Jian Xiaoan couldn't help but shudder, frowned, his fingertips felt cold as he held the phone tightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms.

She was used to it. Dad would smash things when he was drunk, smash things when he got humiliated outside, and smash things when he came home. He would also smash things when the meal was not ready...

"Where can I put my old face? Now everyone knows what you did outside, you better go home right now!"

......Deafening shouting and cursing reached her ears, and Jian Xiaoan remained silent.

"...Don't force me...to go to school to find you in person."

The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse, and the threatening tone made Jian Xiaoan's fingers tremble.

Just as Jian Xiaoan was about to hang up, she heard a woman's voice, "My face..."

It was her mother Zhang Shufen, a housewife, whose voice made Jane Xiaoan feel even more depressed than her father's just now.

The pain in the heart is far more cruel than the pain in the body.

She recalled that when she was in junior high school, she was harassed by a gangster after school. She cried and told her mother, but she only heard one sentence: "Who told you to wear a skirt? You look like a vixen."

From then on, Jian Xiaoan never wore a skirt again.

Thinking of this, she slammed her phone onto the bed, and it bounced and fell heavily to the floor.

"Bang, bang, bang." The phone rolled twice and fell beside the bed.

The phone screen shattered in an instant, also tearing apart Jian Xiaoan's last bit of strength.

She knew that her father and brothers would do it for money.

As soon as she entered university, she was deemed to be Brother Biao's wife, and she hardly ever went home during the long holidays.

Home, which should have been a safe haven, turned out to be a cage for her.

She saw Brother Biao and his brothers drinking at home. Their drunken laughter and the sound of bottles clinking made her feel extremely scared.

Jian Xiaoan's heart felt like it was blocked by a huge rock. She pounded her chest hard, her lips trembling. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and broke down crying beside the bed.

"woo woo woo woo......."

She thought she could get through this semester safely.

As soon as she graduates, she will resolutely leave this city, this city that suffocates her.

She wants to get rid of it, and if this man can protect her, she will accept it!

Thinking of this, tears flowed down my cheeks and dripped onto the sleeves of my jacket. The fabric was waterproof, and the tears slid down the fabric and dripped onto the back of my other hand.

The sleeves of his clothes were a little loose, and his white jade-like fingers were tightly clenched into fists...

......

Through the door, Feng Yue took the information and reported to Fu Nanchen about the investigation on Jian Xiaoan.

"So she has never left Jiangcheng?" Fu Nanchen took the information and asked as he looked at it.

"No, she will graduate from university next June, which is still half a year away. The guy Biao last night is her fiancé."

Feng Yue shook his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Are you married already?" Fu Nanchen continued to ask, and saw several photos in a transparent bag.

Attached to the file was a photo of Jian Xiaoan from elementary school, junior high school, and high school graduation, all of which were one-inch half-body photos.

It must have been taken from some document, and there is a broken seal on it.

In the photo, she has a simple ponytail and a pair of beautiful crescent eyes with thin and slightly curved ends, dark pupils, and thick and long eyelashes.

Especially the small black mole at the end of the eye, which is so deep and touching.

Feng Yue didn't understand why Fu Nanchen was staring at the photo and was distracted, so he asked.

"Mr. Fu, she's not married, is there anything wrong with the photo?"

Fu Nanchen did not answer, but looked through her photos thoughtfully, his eyes stopping at the photo from elementary school.

"Ask Aunt Chen to bring up some food and give me a ruler." After saying this, Fu Nanchen put down the documents and walked into the bedroom.

Jian Xiaoan had already put on her shoes and was sitting quietly on the sofa. After a simple wash, her face was clean and pretty.

Her hair was tied into a simple ponytail, and her bangs were dripping with water. Jian Xiaoan raised her hand and wiped it briefly, trying to hide her red and swollen eyes.

"can I go now?"

Jian Xiaoan looked at Fu Nanchen coming in, pulled her knees back, put her feet together and sat quietly.

Her voice sounded clear and soft.

"I didn't say I asked you to leave." Fu Nanchen said as he sat next to her.

The sofa sank heavily, the leather sofa made a creaking sound, and Jian Xiaoan hurriedly moved to the side.

Fu Nanchen crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa.

He glanced over her red and swollen eyes.

"Crying? ...How much do you want?"

"Hmm?" Jian Xiaoan looked at him, "I'm not crying. I don't want any money. Please let me go."

She already knew she couldn't escape from here, even with the bedroom door now open.

"Master, this lady's breakfast."

Soon, Feng Yue came in with breakfast and a ruler, a steel ruler.

He looked at Jian Xiaoan and could see with his own eyes that she had been crying. Is the young master going to hit someone?

He only knew that the young master had been looking for a girl in the North City, thousands of miles away, for more than ten years.

Could it be this girl?

Feng Yue didn't dare to ask more questions, he just put it down and left.

"Eat." Fu Nanchen raised his chin to signal her.

"I don't want to eat. Please let me go." Jian Xiaoan was no longer as stubborn as she was at the beginning. Her tone softened and she begged him by retreating.

"Then stay here." Fu Nanchen said and walked out of the bedroom.

He couldn't continue to stay with this woman, his heart... would be very confused.

He still remembered what happened last night. When he hugged her, his heart, which had been empty for a long time, seemed to be filled.

He needs to confirm some things.

"Can I leave after I eat?" Jian Xiaoan watched him stand up and shouted at him.

Fu Nanchen ignored him and walked out without closing the bedroom door.

She was really hungry, so she rushed to Jiangcheng Club after get off work at the milk tea shop last night. There were many orders requiring designated drivers there on weekends.

Unfortunately, before the business opened, she was discovered by Brother Biao, so she hid in the club and met Fu Nanchen.

Not only did she not earn a penny, but she also had to put herself into it. This was the most unfortunate thing that had ever happened to her.

In just a few minutes, Jian Xiaoan finished all the breakfast on the table.

She cleared the dishes and put them together, wiping the table with a paper towel.

It smells so good, especially the dumplings. It’s been a long time since I had such a delicious breakfast. She touched her stomach.

Now I have the strength to escape.

Soon, Fu Nanchen walked in with a SLR camera.

"Come here." He looked at the table and beckoned to Jian Xiaoan.

Jian Xiaoan stood up and walked over.

What is he going to do? Is he going to take pictures after sleeping?

He took several photos of Jian Xiaoan's face, and asked her to smile for several photos.

"Can I leave after the filming?" Jian Xiaoan asked, looking up at the man in front of her, her eyes full of anticipation.

Fu Nanchen ignored her, picked up the ruler on the table and leaned over.

"What are you going to do?" Jian Xiaoan hid backwards, she thought of the ruler in her father's hand.

He pulled her from behind and she crashed into his chest.

"Let me go." Jian Xiaoan struggled backwards and glanced at the man who was a head taller than her.

"What, you want to do it again?" Fu Nanchen lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, his tone was creepy.

Jian Xiaoan was completely stunned and didn't dare to struggle anymore.

Only then did Fu Nanchen let her go.

Then he picked up a ruler and measured something on her right cheek, horizontally and vertically, and asked her to smile, leaving faint marks on her dimples with a marker.

He was so close to her that his breath almost hit her face, and his angular face was so handsome.

His attention was entirely on her face.

Jian Xiaoan looked at him blankly, with her thin lips tightly closed, but the scar on her brow was very intimidating.

The coldness of the steel ruler made her hold her breath and dare not move.

I’ve seen people measuring legs and arms, but I’ve never seen people measuring faces.

abnormal! ! !