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

Jian Xiaoan raised her eyes and looked at the blurry face in her sight.

Family.

Does she have a family again?

Many times, she was so nostalgic for the villa with white walls and gray tiles. She always felt that such a place was very far away from her, like a mirage, out of reach.

She even couldn't tell whether she was nostalgic for the feeling of home or for Fu Nanchen.

That night, Jian Xiaoan did not go out. She fell asleep directly after dinner in the bedroom.

Jian Xiaoan had nightmares the whole night.

The dream was filled with demons with human faces and animal bodies. She was alone in a hellish cave with no exit. Black smoke was moving through the cave like a ghost.

"Jian Xiaoan, shameless, shameless, kept, ugly..."

They pounced on her, tore her clothes off, grabbed her hands, and she tried desperately to escape.

The cave was rugged and winding. She didn't remember how far she ran, and her feet were covered with black water stains.

Suddenly, she felt her feet were stepping on empty air, and a powerful force pushed her from behind, and she fell into the abyss in a second.

what

Help!

"An'an, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Nanchen knelt beside her, looking at her forehead soaked with sweat and her face without any color.

Eyes full of panic.

"An An, An An." Fu Nanchen hugged her slender body tightly.

"I'm so scared, there's a devil." Jian Xiaoan hugged him tightly, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. She closed her eyes tightly and pressed her whole face against his chest, only then did she barely calm down.

It was still dark and Fu Nanchen had barely slept a wink.

Jian Xiaoan slept restlessly the whole night. He kept burrowing into the quilt and kept saying "devil, devil" from time to time.

The next day, it was raining outside. Fu Nanchen got up and walked into the bedroom with breakfast.

When I opened the door, I saw that Jian Xiaoan was already up. She was wearing a nightgown and standing barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight shone on her, casting a long shadow.

Fu Nanchen walked towards her, hugged her from behind, and said in a gentle voice, "Why are you up?"

Jian Xiaoan raised her hand and grabbed his arm, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window with unfocused eyes.

The rain got heavier during the day, with huge raindrops hitting the glass. She didn't leave the bedroom for the whole day and spent almost all her time hiding under the quilt.

Outside the window, there were lightning and thunder, and a rainstorm was coming.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly started to have a fever and kept talking in her sleep all night. She woke up in the middle of the night, kneeled on the bed, and wrapped herself in a quilt.

She kept having nightmares, dreaming of several men tearing her clothes off and taking photos and videos with their cell phones in their hands.

Whenever Fu Nanchen wanted to hug her, she would push him away.

"Don't touch me, go away."

She suddenly felt very resistant.

She covered her legs and feet with her nightgown and was trembling all over.

Fu Nanchen coaxed her to drink the antipyretic medicine and stayed with her all night. In the morning, the rain began to get lighter and lighter, and Jian Xiaoan turned over.

"An An." Fu Nanchen leaned over, "Are you feeling better?"

Jian Xiaoan didn't say anything. She raised her hands and grabbed the quilt to cover her face, then curled up in the quilt again.

Fu Nanchen looked at her silently, his facial muscles tightly stretched.

When Qiu Yunting rushed over, Jian Xiaoan reluctantly came out of the quilt, ate some food, and continued to lie there without saying a word.

In the morning, Fu Nanchen's psychologist, Dr. Han, rushed over.

Facing him, Jian Xiaoan still took a look and hid under the quilt without saying a word.

Fu Nanchen stood by the window, his slender fingers resting on his chin, his black eyes staring deeply at the bulging quilt on the bed, his throat tightened and his thin lips tightly pursed.

Qiu Yunting went over and called her, but she didn't even respond.

Half an hour later, Lu Daiwei rushed over from the hospital with two female psychologists.

Lu Daiwei was very surprised when she received the call from Dr. Han.

Her goal was finally achieved.

The doctor discussed for a while and decided that Lu Daiwei would go alone to chat with Jian Xiaoan.

Everyone was waiting outside the bedroom.

Lu Daiwei chatted with her for a few minutes, but Jian Xiaoan didn't seem to want to chat and curled up in the quilt motionlessly.

Lu Daiwei closed the notebook in her hand and said with a gentle smile, "Ms. Jian, do you know Beizhe?"

Hearing this familiar name, Jian Xiaoan's body moved.

"He is my husband. I heard him talk about you. He said you are a kind person, not like what people say on the Internet..."

As Jian Xiaoan listened, tears rolled down her eyes, but she remained motionless and did not respond a single word.

After a while, she lifted a corner of the quilt, looked at Lu Daiwei with wide eyes, and then covered it again.

Lu Daiwei looked at the person in front of her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

That's what she wanted.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the bedroom and told the doctors what had happened. Several doctors began to discuss.

Fu Nanchen looked inside the door, anger rising on his face. He raised his hand and slapped the wall, and all the doctors behind him were frightened into silence.

"What's going on? How can I treat it?"

He walked up to Dr. Han and growled at him, his face full of agitation.

Doctor Han stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fu, Miss Jian is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. After this major cyberbullying, she has experienced emotional fluctuations."

"Tell me how to treat it!" Fu Nanchen didn't listen to him anymore.

"Just the company and care of family, relatives and friends, and taking her out for a trip. Don't let her get too nervous, and she will slowly get over it after a while."

"The main thing is to let her spend more time with the person she likes."

Fu Nanchen listened, she liked him, but now she wouldn't let him touch her, "She hasn't left the bedroom yet."

"I guess this place makes her feel safe. So just follow her wishes for now and don't force her to do anything," Dr. Han added.

"How long will it take for this to heal? A month or half a year? It will definitely heal, right?"

Fu Nanchen was actually more nervous because he knew what this situation meant.

Because he had experienced it. On the night his mother died, he still remembered his mother lying weakly on the bed with a pale face.

On the ground, there was faintly visible gauze with blood stains.

There is a baby next to it.

Since then, he didn't say a word for two years, nor did he look at Fu Nanjing.

Every night, he wanted to find his mother.

He turned his arm, and the wound on his wrist was still faintly visible...

Doctor Han looked at Fu Nanchen's gloomy face and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, you must spend more time with her to prevent her from getting depressed."

That year, when he was treating Fu Nanchen, he inadvertently asked him if there was anyone in the world he cared about more than his mother.

It was from then on that Fu Nanchen began to speak and slowly returned to a normal life.

Yueyue, thousands of miles away, is the courage that gives him to live again.

"I understand." Fu Nanchen said, then turned and walked into the bedroom, rushed to the window and checked carefully before he let out a long sigh.

He turned around and looked at Jian Xiaoan under the quilt. He gently walked over and lifted it up, and found that she was sleeping soundly with her little face red.

Fu Nanchen lay down, tucked the quilt around her neck and held her in his arms. Jian Xiaoan did not resist as before, but snuggled into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

That night, Lu Daiwei and Beizhe chatted casually, "Beizhe, how is your student?"

"It should be fine."

"Oh, did you go see her?"

"Ah."

"Let's go see her sometime?" Lu Daiwei sat down next to him. "It just so happens that my mother cares about her, too."

Beizhebei would respond, "Go to bed early."

He said as he was about to stand up.

"Beizhe, I have something to ask you."