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

Beizhe paid no attention. At this moment, the little rationality he had left was overwhelmed by anger.

He has always maintained a good image, both at work and in life.

His mother, Teacher Wen, taught him since he was young to be obedient, sensible, not to associate with bad kids, to study hard, and to bring honor to their family.

Sometimes he felt very depressed inside, as if there were invisible shackles that made him breathless.

His father is a university president and his mother is a teacher, so all his actions must be correct.

It was not until he met Jian Xiaoan that he began to rebel against his mother.

From the first argument I had with my mother in high school to the choice of career after graduating from college.

He didn't expect that Fu Nanchen's appearance would completely overwhelm him!

Beizhe thought about this, clenched his teeth, and held her hand even tighter.

"Don't touch me!" Jian Xiaoan struggled hard.

"Why?" Beizhe held her arms tightly with both hands, veins popping out at his temples. "He can touch her? But I can't? I'm going to marry you, why can't I touch you?"

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Jian Xiaoan's neck.

Jian Xiaoan moved her upper body to avoid his face.

"boom......"

In a panic, Jian Xiaoan picked up the beer bottle in her hand and smashed it hard on his head. The bottle broke into two pieces and the broken glass shattered onto the floor.

Wow...

Beizhe was hit so hard that he was dazed. He froze and instantly saw blood flowing down his face.

He felt dizzy, blood seeped into his eyes, his vision began to turn red, and he shook his head from side to side.

"Xiao... An..."

Jian Xiaoan pushed him away, still holding the remaining half of the bottle tightly in her hand.

Beizhe lay on the sofa, pressing his head hard with a frown. He looked up at the ceiling. The color of the light changed from yellow to red, and the people and objects in his sight gradually became blurred.

"I'm sorry, Beizhe." She stood up and left, ran to the door in three or five steps, stood far away from the door, and looked at Beizhe with horror.

The whole room fell into deathly silence. Jian Xiaoan's fingertips began to tremble, a thin layer of sweat slid down her forehead, and her messy hair stuck to her ears.

There was laughter and joy in the corridor, but the room was as cold as an ice cellar.

Her face was as pale as snow. Jian Xiaoan used her fingers to push away the loose hair blocking her eyes. She swallowed, her eyes revealing tension and helplessness.

She must contact Fu Nanchen!

She lowered her eyes and searched for her cell phone on the floor, which happened to be at Beizhe's feet. At this moment, Beizhe seemed not fully awake yet.

"Beizhe, Beizhe." Jian Xiaoan called his name softly and walked towards him quietly.

She saw that Beizhe didn't say a word, so she leaned over, hurriedly picked up the phone, and returned to where she was just now.

She pressed tightly against the door, the cold behind her making her shiver. She lowered her head to open her cell phone, only to find that the screen was completely shattered. She quickly pressed the side button several times, but the phone did not respond at all.

What should I do? What should I do? Fu Nanchen must not know where she is!

Jian Xiaoan stomped her feet, her brows furrowed, she bit her lips tightly with her pearly teeth, and looked at Beizhe again.

"Beizhe, can you please let me go? Give me your cell phone and call me." Jian Xiaoan looked at him pleadingly, his voice trembling.

By this time Beizhe had recovered from the pain. He sat up, rested his elbows on his knees, and wiped the blood off his right cheek with his hand.

He looked up at Jian Xiaoan, his eyes were angry and sad. Beizhe gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "Xiaoan, why do you treat me like this?"

There was a hint of red in his eyes, and his bony hands were tightly grasping the edge of the sofa, with white fingertips.

Jian Xiaoan looked at the man in front of her, a chill rising from her back, her voice trembling a little, "I am already his, I like him, and I feel safe with him."

"I don't have to worry about my brothers causing trouble for me anymore. I am willing to...stay with him."

Jian Xiaoan's words were incoherent. She hoped Beizhe would understand and stop pestering her.

"He won't give you a future, do you understand? He's just playing around! I will give you a future!" Beizhe yelled at her, stood up and kicked the sofa hard, "Asshole!"

Jian Xiaoan shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes because of nervousness, "He said he would marry me, and I have already promised him."

She couldn't deal with him anymore, she had to leave here!

"Can you please give me your cell phone? I'll call him and ask him to save us." Jian Xiaoan's tears streamed down her cheeks, and she looked at him almost beggingly.

Jian Xiaoan's pleading did not soften Beizhe's heart, and he turned off his phone directly.

The effect of the drug was becoming more and more intense. He looked at Jian Xiaoan, who was in tears, and turned and rushed into the bathroom. He locked the door, leaned his back against the door, and looked up at the ceiling.

He seemed to see her squatting on the side of the road crying silently when she was a child, her arms covered with scars under her long shirt.

Hua Hua Hua...

There was a sound of running water coming from the bathroom...

Jian Xiaoan slowly squatted on the ground, holding the beer bottle tightly in his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, and the sharp tip of the bottle was dazzling.

......

On the other side of the city, a black Maybach was speeding on the road, followed closely by three black sedans, with harsh brake sounds coming one after another...

Just half an hour ago, Fu Nanchen was in a meeting. He looked at his watch from time to time, with a slight smile on his lips.

He was going to pick up Jian Xiaoan from get off work. His Anan said she wanted to eat instant noodles in the evening, and he wanted to eat it too!

He wants to eat the same noodle with his An An!

Just eat from both ends together...hehe...

Yes, Not Bad!

buzzing...

The phone in front of him began to vibrate, and he saw the screen display: Jian Xiaoan.

Fu Nanchen curled the corners of his mouth slightly and quickly picked up the phone. Before he could say anything, he heard Jian Xiaoan's sharp voice coming from the receiver.

"Fu Nanchen, save me!"

thump.

Fu Nanchen stood up suddenly after hearing the cry for help. He slammed the conference table with one hand, kicked the office chair behind him away with one foot, turned around and rushed outside.

The whole office fell silent for a moment. Before anyone could figure out what had happened, Fu Nanchen had disappeared at the door.

"Mr. Fu?" Chen Sen stood up quickly. "Let's continue the meeting."

After saying that, he rushed outside, "Brother Chen!"

Fu Nanchen's finger was quickly pressing the elevator button, his brows were furrowed, and his whole face was tense. "Contact Feng Yue quickly." After that, he called Jian Xiaoan again.

The number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment...

"Fuck!" Fu Nanchen kicked the elevator door and called back again. His bony fingers were trembling. "Jian Xiaoan."

The number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment...

The same mechanical sound came from the phone again. He held the phone tightly and kicked it towards the elevator door, "Hurry up!"

As soon as the elevator door opened, Fu Nanchen and Chen Sen stepped into the elevator. Chen Sen contacted Feng Yue. He stared at the red number on the elevator, his thin lips tightly pursed, and panic was revealed in his eyes.

Fu Nanchen tried to stay calm. He quickly identified a few people and then called Aying to explain the general situation.

"Brother Chen? What's wrong?" Chen Sen looked at Fu Nanchen beside him. It was the first time he saw him so flustered.

Fu Nanchen didn't say a word. His dark eyes were fixed on the numbers on the elevator buttons. He said silently, "An An, wait for me."

As soon as he arrived at the underground parking lot, Fu Nanchen rushed out and quickly opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. The humming sound of the engine resounded in the empty parking lot. He turned the steering wheel at high speed, and the wheels rubbed against the ground, sparks flew, and black wheel marks were left on the concrete floor...

As night fell, on the asphalt road in the suburbs, several cars were seen driving at full speed towards the city...

At this moment, the city is particularly lively. In the prosperous city, the lights are bright, and people are coming and going on the criss-crossing roads. Especially in the Jiangcheng Club, men and women are drinking and laughing...

A private room on the fifth floor of the club was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Brother Biao and Jian Hao were drinking while hugging a heavily made-up woman.

"Brother Biao, what do you think of the teacher next door?" Jian Hao leaned against the sofa, pinching the chin of the woman next to him with his fingers, the silver earrings on his ears sparkling.

"What else can he do? He's not made of iron, how can he withstand that thing?" Brother Biao said, taking a puff of his cigarette and turning to pass it to the woman next to him.

"Hateful!" The woman exhaled white smoke with a flattering look on her face.

"How about? Why don't you try it tonight?" Brother Biao looked at Jian Hao, "These two girls are yours tonight, hahahaha."

"Brother Biao, don't joke. I dare not touch your woman." Jian Hao continued to take a sip of wine.

"You want to go and have a look? If not, there's this."

Brother Biao said as he took out a small exquisite bottle from his pocket...