Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

In dormitory 8431.

All four girls looked at the big gift box at the same time.

The bow tied with a high-quality dark green lace ribbon was untied, revealing four packages inside the orange gift box.

The macaron-colored Hermès women's bags displayed together are a visual impact for any girl who loves bags.

Cen Beibei couldn't help but exclaimed, "These bags are so expensive and hard to buy. Just the matching goods must cost millions!"

The young rich lady Cen Beibei still only has one Hermès bag, which was given to her by her parents when she was admitted to the Film Academy.

Meng Jiawu touched her chin and said, "Who would pursue someone so generously?"

The girls in the film academy are pretty, and many of them are pursued by rich second-generations, and it is not uncommon for them to be given gifts.

However, it is rare to see a Hermès product.

The key point is that it is extremely rare to get four Hermès bags for free.

However, there was only one card inside, with handwritten words in pen, and the words were written in beautiful and sharp strokes:

Heart and liver receive.

Not even a single word.

Wenrou glanced at one of the beautiful white crocodile pattern bags and said, "This is a new summer model that has just been launched in Europe. It's the kind that you can't buy even if you have money. Your suitor is really thoughtful..."

His gaze slowly shifted from the bag to Xin Gan's face, and he smiled gently and asked, "Xin Gan, do you know who gave it to you?"

Xin Gan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she knew roughly who it was.

That person had given her something more expensive and beautiful than a bag, so Xin Gan was not too shocked.

Moreover, only Fu Lang could deliver four packages at one time.

Xin Gan was even a little annoyed. Why did Fu Lang suddenly give her the bag?

Holding the porcelain-white phone tightly in his palm, Xin Gan stood up and said, "I'm going to go out and make a call."

...

Wenrou glanced at Xin Gan's leaving back and asked, "Who is she calling?"

Cen Beibei shook her head, "I don't know."

Meng Jiawu had a vague guess in her mind, but she didn't say much, just casually said: "It's just a phone call, it's someone else's private matter."

Wenrou withdrew her gaze, her long eyelashes drooped, her eyes fell back on the bag, she smiled with curved lips and said softly: "That's right."

Outside the bedroom.

Xin Gan came to the end of the corridor, where there was a small window. Outside the window were lush green branches. The hot evening breeze and the chirping of cicadas stirred people's hearts.

Xin Gan found the number saved in his mobile phone and dialed it after hesitating for a long time.

But it was a woman who answered the phone, her voice was full of smile, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Xin Gan was startled, then quickly said, "Sorry, I called the wrong number."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Although it was only a short sentence, the girl's sweet, soft and clear voice was enough to be remembered clearly.

The woman raised an eyebrow, deleted the call record, blocked the number, and then turned off the screen of her phone as if nothing had happened.

——Since it was a wrong number, don’t make this mistake again in the future.

"Sister Si Ning, who's calling?" someone next to her asked her.

Jiang Si Ning had long curly hair the color of dark brown, fair skin and red lips, and she was wearing a black dress with a small camisole, which made her look charming and charming. She smiled and said, "Wrong number."

Fu Lang came back from smoking, with a faint smell of tobacco on his body. His black shirt made his features look handsome, charming and noble, outshining everyone else.

Jiang Si Ning's eyes flashed with infatuation, and she moved towards Fu Lang with a coquettish posture. She put her two exposed white arms around the man's arms, and a white and attractive cleavage appeared on her full chest. She flirted and asked coquettishly, "Why did you take so long?"

"Oh, by the way, someone just called the wrong number, so I answered it for you. You don't mind, do you?" Jiang Sining's beautiful eyes moved, with a hint of temptation.

Someone started to make a noise: "What are you talking about, Sister Si Ning? Who are you to the Second Young Master?"

Fu Lang raised one of his dark eyebrows, and under the neon lights of the nightclub, his handsome and noble eyes looked over with a smile: "How come I don't know who she is to me? Why don't you tell me?"

The man closed his mouth and dared not speak anymore.

Jiang Si Ning's expression did not change, and she still smiled with bright eyes and white teeth: "Why, are you in a bad mood? Who offended you?"

Fu Lang pulled his arm out from Jiang Sining's chest, took back his phone, and asked nonchalantly, "Who said I was in a bad mood?"

His phone had no password. Fu Lang swiped the screen and looked at the call log. Logically, she should have received a gift by this time, so why wasn't there even a call?

The tip of his tongue touched his cheek, and the man picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The cold liquor slid into his throat. Fu Lang asked Jiang Sining, "You just said that someone called me by mistake? Was it a man or a woman?"

Jiang Sining blinked and said, "It was a man, selling insurance, so I hung up and blocked him."

Little heartless.

Fu Lang sighed and leaned back lazily on the sofa: "Don't touch my phone anymore in the future."

These words were directed to Jiang Sining.

Finally, Jiang Sining's smiling face changed slightly, but the light in the nightclub was dim and no one saw it.

The man, who hadn't received a call from Xin Gan the entire night, looked increasingly darker and his aura was chilly.

When the drinking party was over, most of these people took their female companions home, or even directly booked a room in a hotel.

Jiang Sining was wearing a black suspender dress, her waist was extremely slender, her curly hair was charmingly draped behind her, she hugged the man's waist tenderly, stood on tiptoes in front of Fu Lang, and asked with soft red lips and a hint of hint:

"Tonight...are we going to your place, or mine?"

As she spoke, the woman put her slender hand into the man's black shirt and kissed him on the lips with her charming red lips.

Fu Lang turned his head and pulled Jiang Sining's hand and her entire body away.

Jiang Sining's lipstick was quite thick and accidentally rubbed onto his face. Fu Lang raised his hand and wiped the spot that was accidentally touched by Jiang Sining with disgust, and the spot quickly smudged away.

The man had a cold pale complexion, and his shirt was pure black, with a touch of red on his lips, which gave him a seductive and dissolute look.

Fu Lang lowered his head and lit a cigarette, then he nonchalantly twitched his lower lip towards Jiang Sining and said in a casual and frivolous tone, "Sorry, I'm not in the mood tonight."

He didn't feel it before, but when Jiang Sining came closer with her red lips just now, Fu Lang subconsciously felt a sense of resistance and disgust.

What I was thinking of was Xin Gan's lips, which were not coated with any chemicals, but were pink, plump, neither coquettish nor vulgar, and looked very kissable.

Fu Lang's throat rolled and a little itchy came out.

Jiang Si Ning pinched his palm, but didn't make a scene. He smiled and gave in a step, saying, "...Then you can always take me home, right?"

After knowing each other for many years, Jiang Sining felt that he still had some face with Fu Lang.

Sure enough, Fu Lang nodded.

A moment later, the waiter from the Deep Blue Club parked the car over.

Fu Lang was driving a wild black G-Class tonight. He hadn't touched the Maybach since the Xin Gan incident, and it was left gathering dust in the garage.

Jiang Sining held up her long skirt and habitually opened the passenger door, but Fu Lang impatiently tapped the steering wheel and said, "You go sit in the back."