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

Jian Xiaoan kept staring at the phone screen until it rang for the second time before answering the call.

"Hey, you silly girl, what did you do to your brother last night? Your second brother came back and cried all night. You have become more capable, right?"

"Don't think you can do whatever you want now that you have a backer. I'm your mother, and I worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me? You have no conscience!"

Zhang Shufen was cursing on the other end of the phone, and Jian Cheng could be heard sobbing from time to time.

"That Mr. Fu is supporting you. Do you really think you have found a sponsor? Does he want to marry you? How much dowry will he give you?"

Jian Xiaoan put the phone directly on her knees and let her curse.

"Even if we're not married, you should still give me pocket money, right? Did you sleep with me for free? How much is it a month? What's wrong with that black card? It has so much money, why don't you just take it out to pay off some debts at home?"

"Your father has high blood pressure and high blood lipids. Yesterday I heard that he hired someone to beat up your brother, and he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage. How could you do such a thing? Isn't your brother doing this for your own good?"

"You're marrying that teacher, you're marrying above your station!"

Zhang Shufen kept cursing on the other end of the phone, and Jian Xiaoan really didn't want to listen to it anymore, so she just put the phone on the sofa, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhang Shufen's insulting voice could be heard from behind.

It's nothing more than asking for money.

I don’t know how long he cursed for, but when Jian Xiaoan returned to the living room, the phone had been hung up.

At the same time, there was a text message left on the screen: Pay the money back to your brother, or never come back!

It turned out that Jian Xiaoan deleted them directly on WeChat, otherwise, she would always receive calls from her family asking her for money at any time.

Jian Xiaoan let out a long sigh, she was used to it!

Unexpectedly, the family first targeted Brother Biao, then Beizhe, and now it is Fu Nanchen's turn.

It seems that anyone can do it as long as they have money, and the more money the better!

She looked up at the spacious living room. It was so beautiful. She never thought that one day she would be able to live in such a beautiful place and have such a powerful man protecting her.

Jian Xiaoan suddenly felt so lucky.

What are the hardships of the past?

Come on over.

She got up and walked to Fu Nanchen's study. She wanted to know more about him.

In the clean and tidy study, besides various books, there are some simple sketches. On the desk, there is a photo of him and a woman, who should be his mother.

He was only five or six years old at that time, snuggling close to his mother.

"What kind of person is he?"

Jian Xiaoan picked up the photo frame and sat quietly in her seat...

Is what they say online true? Is he real? Doesn't he say he likes both men and women...

She thought of Fu Nanchen in front of the TV, dressed in a suit, and last night, he looked cruel and indifferent...

......

At this moment, in an abandoned old factory in the suburbs, a man in a coat was sitting on a chair, his black eyes staring straight at the man in front of him, and the scar at the end of his eyebrow revealed a chill.

It turned out to be the Deputy Financial Manager Wang Shan.

Fu Nanchen did not fire him. Except when he was at home, he was monitored by bodyguards every time he went out.

"Tell me, who is the person you are meeting with?" Fu Nanchen leaned back in the chair, his long legs naturally spread apart, and he inadvertently turned the ring on his index finger.

"Mr. Fu, I really didn't see his face clearly. Every time I put the information in a file bag, I would go to get it ten minutes later, and there would be a gold bar inside." Wang Shan knelt on his knees, gesturing and looking at Fu Nanchen.

He must have had a hard time in the past half month. He has lost a lot of weight, his hair is messy and unkempt, and his trousers are covered in oil stains.

"Did I contact you later?" Fu Nanchen stood up and paced back and forth beside the chair.

"No, we agreed to meet on the first Wednesday of every month, and there are less than ten days left until the next meeting." Wang Shan straightened his body and told Fu Nanchen without reservation.

"You will go to work as usual tomorrow. You should know what to do specifically, right?" Fu Nanchen turned and stared at him, his eyes filled with hostility.

work?

When Wang Shan heard these two words, he looked incredulous, "Boss Fu, can I go to work?"

"Didn't you hear clearly what Mr. Fu said?" Aying next to him adjusted his baseball cap with his fingers, his tone hoarse.

Wang Shan quickly bent down and nodded, "I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly, thank you, Mr. Fu, I will definitely follow your instructions."

"Get out." Fu Nanchen said and turned to walk out of the factory.

Ah Ying walked up to Wang Shan, put his finger on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what to do?"

"I know, I know, I know." Wang Shan supported himself on the ground with his hands, bending down and nodding continuously, until Aying disappeared outside the door, then he staggered to his feet.

He raised his elbow to wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned around and looked at the disappearing car, "What a sin!"

At this moment, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

"Wang Shan, where have you been? You don't go to work every day. What do my children and I eat and drink?" A woman cursed from the other end of the phone.

"Wife, I'll be back soon." He hung up the phone, his brows furrowed.

His wife needed a house and a car, and his children needed to go to school, so for the sake of money, he thought of selling the company's information. He originally thought he could just make a little money, but he didn't expect the other party to find him and offer such an attractive price.

Looking back today, this was a premeditated plot!

Why? Was he targeted early on?

Three years ago, he was transferred directly from a small financial supervisor in a group department to the chip base as deputy manager. Was this also premeditated?

He still remembered that not long after he was transferred here, someone found him.

He is also obsessed with something. Although he has barely paid the down payment now, what about the subsequent mortgage?

Are housing prices in Jiangcheng so high?

Thinking of this, Wang Shan stretched out his toes and kicked the stone on the ground fiercely, "Fuck!"

The stones raised dust and rolled at the door of the factory...

Outside the factory, Fu Nanchen's car had already driven away. He sat in the back seat, brows furrowed, legs crossed, and leaned back on the seat.

"What did the witness say?" Fu Nanchen said after a moment of silence.

Ah Ying glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "He said the driver was about 180cm tall and about 35 years old. The truck was parked near the village and he stayed in the truck overnight."

"In Europe, that man looked very similar to him." A man's figure appeared in Fu Nanchen's mind. They had fought each other at that time.

"How's the investigation going on with my uncle?" Fu Nanchen glanced outside the car.

"At present, it seems that Wang Shan's promotion to the position of deputy financial manager of the base was approved by him." Aying steered the wheel skillfully, passing by the small road and looking around vigilantly.

"The purchasing department is still keeping an eye on Gao Gang. It seems that he is purely embezzling money. In addition, his private life is very bad. He is an old employee promoted by my great uncle, but the company has never dealt with him."

"Heh." Fu Nanchen snorted and laughed, his lips curled up, his black eyes staring at the ring in his hand...

He has to deal with them one by one...

"A few days ago, he was seen meeting with a man in private..."

Ah Ying glanced at the rearview mirror...