Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Xin Gan had no choice but to nod stiffly, "...Yeah."

Meng Jiawu raised her eyebrows.

Just...brother?

Cen Beibei, the naive and innocent girl, believed it without a doubt and asked with sparkling eyes, "Xin Gan, is your brother also a senior in our school?"

The man has long legs and a narrow waist, and his body proportions are extremely good. Even with a mask on, he can't hide his handsomeness. He looks no less handsome than the young idols in the entertainment industry. In Cen Beibei's impression, a handsome guy of this level should go to film school to attract the attention of star-chasing girls!

"No!" Xin Gan quickly shook her head, pursed her lips, and glanced at Fu Lang.

Fu Lang's hand was still on her shoulder. From Xin Gan's perspective, the man's profile was delicate and clear. No wonder Cen Beibei mistook him for a student from the Film Academy.

Xin Gan's lips were pale pink, and she explained softly, "He's not an art student, he just came to see me off."

Cen Beibei sighed, revealing a look of pity, "I saw your brother wearing a mask, and I thought he was a senior from the same school who had already acted in a TV series."

Huaying does not restrict students from taking jobs outside while in school. Many instructors will recommend their students to well-known directors and crews. Even if you can have one or two representative works when you graduate, it will be a big plus for your graduation.

Therefore, Huaying has many students who are already active on the screen, but every time they return to school, they dress very low-key and formally, wearing masks and hats.

It's not necessary if it's not popular.

Cen Beibei believed that Fu Lang was Xin Gan's brother, and when she saw him wearing a mask, she had a preconceived misunderstanding. After all, the "sister" looked so fairy-like, so the "brother" must be very handsome.

There are many brothers and sisters in the entertainment industry who are stars.

"...He wears the mask because he has an allergy." Telling a lie requires countless lies to cover it up. Xin Gan rarely tells lies. When he speaks against his conscience, he is a little afraid to look into Cen Beibei's bright eyes.

Fu Lang sighed softly, feeling quite unhappy.

He is so shameful that he even comes up with an excuse like allergies.

Xin Gan looked at the man, his black eyes like a young deer holding a hint of request.

In Fu Lang's eyes, it was almost like hooking him.

Fu Lang, "..."

Okay, if you are allergic, then you are allergic.

*

In order to prevent Fu Lang from staying and exposing more problems, Xin Gan found an excuse to kick him out. Of course, men were not allowed to stay in the women's dormitory for too long, so Xin Gan told Meng Jiawu and Cen Beibei to send Fu Lang out.

The dormitory door was closed, and Xin Gan said softly: "Fu Lang, I'll take you downstairs."

"And...thank you for today."

The feeling Fu Lang gave her was different from that in her previous life. Although she still had some grudges and they couldn't be friends, she was still very grateful to him.

At least, at that moment, it was undeniable that when Fu Lang said, "What other girls have, we should also have in our hearts," she did feel touched.

Who knew that just when Xin Gan was about to decide that she might treat him a little better in the future, Fu Lang, the bastard, grabbed her waist and pressed her against the wall outside the dormitory, resting his forehead against hers, their breaths entwined. The man smiled softly, "If you really want to thank me, just call me brother and let me hear it."

"No." Xin Gan refused decisively, her cheeks puffed up, and she hated Fu Lang's indecent teasing.

"Tsk." Fu Lang didn't seem angry, and smiled nonchalantly, "My dear, you are destroying the bridge after crossing it. That's not what I said in front of your two roommates just now."

Xin Gan's eyes widened slightly, "That's clearly what you said..."

"It's me." Fu Lang nodded as he spoke, with a gorgeous and romantic smile hidden between his eyebrows, and said shamelessly: "But you also admitted it, didn't you? Otherwise... I will go in and tell your roommate that I am your boyfriend?"

"No, Fu Lang!" The girl was angry and grabbed the corner of his clothes with her small hands. A hint of panic appeared in her dark and watery eyes, as if she was afraid that he would really do that.

Fu Lang's heart seemed to be pierced by a small thorn, and a dense pain spread across his chest. Although it was slight, it was hard to ignore.

He still had a smile on his face, and the corners of his lips were curved beautifully under the mask. "Do you want to scream or not, huh?"

Fu Lang is a man who does things without principles and mostly depends on his mood. Xin Gan believes that he is really capable of doing such a thing.

Xin Gan surrendered and compromised.

As if she was back in her previous life when she was being teased and taught to call him in bed, Xin Gan's cheeks flushed, her pink lips moved, and an inexplicable sense of shame rose in her throat. She called out unfluently, "...Brother, Brother."

Fu Lang finally heard Xin Gan calling him brother. He felt like a dream had come true. His throat rolled heavily and his eyes were like a halo in the dark night, half dark and half bright.

Xin Gan looked into the man's eyes and was a little frightened by the strong and fluctuating emotions in his eyes.

Fu Lang stroked Xing Gan's face with one hand, lowered his head, and bit her delicate lips through the mask. A strong desire and a hoarse laugh flowed from his throat, "...Be good, brother loves you."