Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Xin Gan trotted over to Fu Lang. Her face beneath the brim of her pine-green hat was red from the heat of the summer. A few strands of her black hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat. A hint of annoyance flickered across her face. "I'm here. Tell me what you want to say."

The sweet and soft voice had a hint of annoyance and a coldness.

Didn't even look at him.

The man, who was half leaning against the sycamore tree, straightened up slightly, flicked the ash with his long fingers, and swept his eyes over the girl's delicate and delicious face, which was as delicious as a peach. His larynx rolled a few times, and he said in a low voice: "The boy just now likes you and is pursuing you?"

"..."

Although it was not pointed out explicitly, Xin Gan felt that it was probably true.

However, she did not accept it, but she felt there was no need to explain to Fu Lang.

after all……

"This has nothing to do with you, Fu Lang." Xin Gan bit her lip and said softly.

"It has nothing to do with me?" The man said this silently, and a trace of hostility appeared in his eyes. He then grabbed the girl by the waist and pushed her behind the tree, "Reject him."

Unexpectedly, Fu Lang suddenly "went crazy". At the moment when Xin Gan's feet were suspended in the air, a short "ah" came out of her throat, soft and delicate.

When she calmed down a little, she heard the man's commanding tone. Even though she was soft-hearted, she was aroused by a trace of rebellion in her bones. Her cheeks puffed up and she deliberately contradicted him, "I won't."

Hearing what Xin Gan said, Fu Lang fell into a paranoid mood. He pinched the girl's waist with one hand. With a strong desire to control, he narrowed his eyes dangerously and said in a clenched voice: "Do you like him?"

Fu Lang just saw the boy who brought water to Xingan from a distance. He looked quite decent in his white shirt.

"You like that?" Fu Lang sneered playfully, "A kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, is he as rich as me? Is he as handsome as me? Is he older than me?"

"...Fu Lang!" Xin Gan simply couldn't bear to listen any longer. What was he talking about? !

The fair white ears were stained red, and Xin Gan was so embarrassed that she covered Fu Lang's mouth with her hand, afraid that he would say something vicious again.

The girl's palms were white and soft, with a hint of sweat, and seemed to be faintly stained with the charming and soft fragrance that emanated from her bones.

When Fu Lang saw Xin Gan, it was like a wolfdog seeing a rabbit. There was no reason not to eat the "meat" that was delivered to his mouth.

The man opened his thin lips slightly and slowly licked and kissed the girl's palm. Xin Gan was frightened. She didn't expect him to be so shameless as to even "bite" her hand!

When she hastily withdrew her hand, Fu Lang directly grabbed her slender wrist, lowered his eyes and kissed her fingertips wantonly.

Xin Gan's tender fingertips seemed to be burned by sparks, and were severely scalded, making it impossible for her to struggle.

Fu Lang curled his lips, raised his eyebrows, smiled gorgeously and romantically, kissed her fingertips again, and asked again: "Is he as old as me, huh?"

"..."

rogue.

Xin Gan cursed softly in his heart and was almost crying with shame.

What a bad problem this is.

How did she know...

The man seemed to be determined to get to the bottom of the matter until she answered him.

Xin Gan couldn't answer yes out of spite, or say no to please Fu Lang.

She knew Fu Lang. Given his evil nature, saying "yes" would probably annoy him, and the consequences of annoyance were usually dire. Who knows, Fu Lang might do something ridiculous to her... until he forced her to change her mind.

Even if she answered "no", Fu Lang would not be satisfied with that. Instead, he would ask her how she knew that. Xin Gan could imagine how Fu Lang would raise his eyebrows and ask with a joking smile...

So, the best approach is...

Change the subject!

In fact, Xin Gan is very good at dealing with Fu Lang. After all, she was Fu Lang's lover for a long time in her previous life.

It was unknown whether it was due to the sun or because of shyness, but the girl's face was red and charming. Her eyes swept across the bright bloodstain on the man's face. She endured the heat spreading from the tip of her ear, pursed her lips and asked softly, "Fu Lang, what's wrong with your face? How did you get hurt?"

The man sighed inwardly. She was the first person who dared to change the subject so blatantly to fool him.

However, the girl was as pure white and beautiful as a white camellia, and her tone was soft, sounding a little concerned, which softened Fu Lang's heart a little.

"It's okay, I just got scratched accidentally." Fu Lang was thinking of something, but a hint of sadness flashed across his handsome brows. He was obviously not interested in this topic and didn't want to mention it, but he still explained it casually.

"Fu Lang, let go of your hand. I have something for you." Xin Gan pursed her lips and said softly, her hand still tightly held by him.

Fu Lang raised an eyebrow, curious about what she had in store for him.

The tip of her tongue touched her cheek, and she thought: 'To be honest, he is not interested in anything else, it would be best if she gave herself to him...'

But in the end, he let go of his hand.

Xin Gan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the opportunity to pull her hand back. There was still a trace of warmth from being kissed on her fingertips. Then she took out a Band-Aid from the pocket of her camouflage uniform and put it in Fu Lang's palm. "This is for you."

The Band-Aid was small and cute, with a pink and tender strawberry pattern on it.

From a male's aesthetic point of view, it's effeminate. Who would post this?

However, the little thing in his palm at this moment seemed to be inexplicably burning. Fu Lang's throat rolled, and some emotion was blocked in his throat, and it seemed that it was about to burst out in the next moment.

Fu Lang suddenly closed his palm, put the little strawberry Band-Aid in his palm, and hugged the delicate girl in his arms.

Why did he suddenly go crazy?

Xin Gan naturally struggled in panic, afraid that others would see such intimacy, "Fu Lang, let me go..."

Fu Lang was able to hug the girl's slender waist with just one hand. His 188cm height encircled Xin Gan, who couldn't push him away at all. The man gently bent down and lowered his head, resting his chin on the crook of Xin Gan's neck. His voice was low and a little hoarse, "My dear, let me hug you."

After a pause, he added: "It will only take a few minutes."

For Fu Lang, this was a rare tone of negotiation.

Xin Gan actually heard a hint of fatigue and fragility in it.

She thought of how Fu Lang would sometimes come back with scars like this in his previous life...

Her throat felt a little dry, and the innocent and soft girl softened her heart a little, and her struggling movements slowly stopped.

Xin Gan lowered her eyelashes, bit her lip and softly reminded, "But, someone will see us..."

Even Xin Gan herself didn't notice it. She was more concerned about being seen and leading to rumors, rather than the fact that Fu Lang was holding her.

The years of sleeping in the same bed and spending time together at night in her previous life may have made her accustomed to this man's embrace and body temperature.

This habit is like a bad habit that has penetrated into the bones.

Unforgettable.