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

After a while, Jian Xiaoan woke up from her sleep. She squinted her eyes and looked up, "Hey, why aren't you at work yet?"

"I'll be with you today." Fu Nanchen hugged her and asked, "Did something happen in the milk tea shop?"

"You know? It will be fine in a couple of days. That's how the Internet is. The heat will die down soon. There's no need to prove anything." She knew that some things would become less clear the more she explained them.

Those who are victims of cyber violence are always led by the nose.

"I've got someone to take care of it, it'll be over soon, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Today is just a day off."

"An An, let's make our relationship public, then everything will be solved." Fu Nanchen stroked her bangs.

"It's okay. Who knows what these netizens will say. We will fall into the trap of self-proof and it will become more and more troublesome." Jian Xiaoan scratched Fu Nanchen's chin with his fingers. "I was often falsely accused of stealing money by my father, and he would think I was quibbling."

Fu Nanchen looked at her calm expression and his heart sank.

She has been holding on.

After getting up, Jian Xiaoan spent the whole day in the study writing her paper.

At this time, in a secret room in the suburbs, more than a dozen young men were kneeling on the ground, surrounded by several bodyguards.

“Big brother, please spare us, big brother, please spare us. We spread rumors just to follow the trend. It was him, he started it.” A man in his 20s pointed at the person next to him. He has the most fans, hundreds of thousands.

"I just said it casually. Someone sent me a private message saying that saying that would attract traffic, so I took advantage of the popularity. I didn't expect it to turn out like this." He put his hands together and kowtowed continuously.

The men next to them were trembling all over, as if the oxygen in the space was about to be completely squeezed out.

Fu Nanchen was standing in another room, staring at the person on the other side of the glass with his black eyes, his eyes narrowed, his look fierce, his teeth clenched, like a cheetah staring at its torn prey on the ground.

"Go." Fu Nanchen turned and motioned to Aying.

Inside the room, there were the heart-wrenching roars of a group of men. They were seen covering their hands in pain, rolling on the concrete floor with their bodies curled up.

During the whole process, Fu Nanchen had been sitting on a single sofa, with his legs crossed, his facial muscles tightly stretched, and a cigarette between his slender fingers.

Until the last man fell down holding his arm, Fu Nanchen put out the cigarette in his hand and exhaled the last long puff of white mist between his lips and teeth.

He slowly stood up, took a last look at the person on the ground through the white mist, then turned and walked out the door.

The evening wind blew on his face, blowing up his short hair. Fu Nanchen pulled his tie with his slender fingers and walked towards the Maybach on the side of the road...

On the way home, Chen Sen called, "Brother Chen, everything has been handled. Are you... okay?"

Early in the morning, after Fu Nanchen explained things at the company, he took Aying away directly. He knew that there would be another bloody storm.

"I'm fine." Fu Nanchen's voice was hoarse and he didn't explain anything.

Back at Ditingyuan, Fu Nanchen stood at the door, adjusted his tie, and entered the room.

Aunt Chen was making dinner. He walked straight to the study and saw Jian Xiaoan sitting in front of the computer.

Seeing him coming back, Jian Xiaoan moved the chair away and stood up quickly, "Fu Nanchen, the trending search has disappeared, did you help me do that?"

She put her arms around his waist, looked up with her eyes wide open, her face full of admiration, "You are amazing! Thank you."

It was the first time that Fu Nanchen saw her take the initiative so much. He picked her up and put her on the desk, supporting her with both hands. He said in a gentle voice, "How do you thank me?"

His black eyes stared into hers, and the curve of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

I have to say that Fu Nanchen's eyes are really beautiful. His eyes are thin and long. When he is not smiling, he gives people a feeling of coldness and loneliness. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes turn down slightly, which is charming and seductive.

Jian Xiaoan's cheeks began to feel hot as he stared at her. She raised her slender wrists, wrapped them around his neck, and kissed his lips.

She had rarely been so proactive before, and the moment her lips touched his, Fu Nanchen froze.

His An An was so proactive.

Fu Nanchen didn't hesitate. He held her face with both hands and kissed her. His hot tongue completely invaded her, devouring her breath almost like plundering her.

"Master, eat...your meal..." They didn't stop until Aunt Chen accidentally bumped in.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I noticed that the door was not closed..." Aunt Chen turned around and ran away before she finished her words.

She untied her apron as she walked, picked up her bag and walked out the door, almost unable to hold back the smile on her face.

Firewood and fire!

......

By the evening, the incident had almost completely disappeared. Everyone thought that it was just netizens following the trend. The incident came and went quickly.

On the third day, Jian Xiaoan went to work as usual, but closed the live broadcast entrance.

Beizhe rushed to the milk tea shop early in the morning and explained to her the report letter on the Internet. It turned out that someone had called the school the day before, saying that they wanted to report that Jian Xiaoan was being kept by someone and wanted the school to expel her.

He happened to be working overtime to sort out some documents. When he received the call, he realized the seriousness of the matter, but he finally put the matter aside.

The graduation thesis is about to be submitted, and Beizhe does not want this incident to have a negative impact on Jian Xiaoan.

The matter seemed to be over.

During a break at work, Jian Xiaoan just entered the mall and saw some people stopping and pointing at her, and some staff members glanced at her.

She frowned and walked towards the bathroom. Along the way, all kinds of eyes fell on her like a tide.

At the bathroom door, an employee from the coffee shop next door bumped into her hard, deliberately slapped her face with his wet hand, and glared at her, "How disgusting!"

"You..." Jian Xiaoan was about to speak when she stood there, but the girl just walked away, not forgetting to take out her phone and take pictures of her.

Jian Xiaoan turned her head again and saw three people washing their hands in front of the sink. Through the mirror, she could see that they were looking at her unconsciously, their eyes full of disgust and contempt.

The people in front of her who were queuing to use the restroom even took out their cell phones to secretly take pictures of her.

"Move forward, why are you standing there?" a girl behind me said in a harsh voice.

It seemed that in addition to the people in the mall, many other customers also recognized her.

She pushed her work hat down at the milk tea shop and followed closely behind the line. When it was her turn to go to the restroom, a girl behind her suddenly pulled her arm and said, "You are so rude." Then she cut in line.

As the toilet door closed, she saw the girl spit into the toilet.

Jian Xiaoan was a little stunned and could only lower his head even more.

At this time, a girl who was washing her hands said, "It's you, the one who was on the trending search a few days ago? I heard that you were an outstanding student at Jiangcheng University, but I didn't expect you to be kept by someone."

Her tone was sharp and sarcastic, and everyone in the bathroom looked at her.

Jian Xiaoan hurriedly walked into an empty seat, her heart almost beating out.

"Come on, right here..."

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