Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Jiang Sining paused. The emotions that had been tense all night finally couldn't be contained anymore and the smile on his face almost disappeared.

However, she was a smart woman after all. She took a deep breath, closed the passenger door which was already half open, and bent down to sit in the back seat.

Jiang Sining pretended nothing happened, took out a palm-sized mirror from her bag, opened the delicate gold diamond-studded top cover, unscrewed her lipstick to touch up her makeup, and asked casually while the man started the engine: "It's not like I haven't sat in your passenger seat before, why didn't you let me sit tonight? They say a man's passenger seat is reserved for his girlfriend or wife. Are you... in love?"

When asking this question, Jiang Sining actually didn't quite believe it in his heart. Fu Lang had always sneered at and disdained feelings.

He plays around with women but never takes them seriously. No woman can stay with him for more than three months.

She, Jiang Sining, is smart enough.

"What a bullshit love story!" Fu Lang pulled his lip, saying this, but a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

Jiang Sining held up the makeup mirror in the back seat and couldn't see the expression of Fu Lang who was driving in the front seat, so she felt relieved when she heard the man say that.

She said, how could a prodigal son ever change his ways?

However, Jiang Sining was too happy too soon. The next second, he heard Fu Lang continue, "We haven't caught up with the person yet."

"..."

Jiang Sining's hand shook and she accidentally smeared her lipstick outside her lips.

Then, without asking any more questions, she used her fingers to wipe off the lipstick that had crossed the line.

The white fingertips seemed to be stained with blood.

She slowly twisted the bright-colored paste back into the gold tube and put the lipstick cap on. When Jiang Sining got out of the car, she deliberately stuffed the lipstick into the gap of the seat.

*

Xingan had a good night's sleep.

She called Fu Lang, but the call was answered by another woman, which did not affect her mood.

She didn't care who Fu Lang was with or what he did.

However, that beautiful and expensive gift made Xin Gan worried.

She can't have this.

Xin Gan tied the dark green lace bow again and left the bag and card inside intact. Because the logo of the international brand and the strong and noble orange color were too conspicuous, she bit her lip and, with the friendly sponsorship of Meng Jiawu, put the gift box into a small paper bag.

It can perfectly hide the logo and is also easier to carry.

When Xin Gan was disguising the Hermès orange gift box, bag-loving girl Miss Cen Beibei couldn't help but wail: "Xin Gan, are you really going to return it? This is a limited edition Hermès product that you can't buy even if you have money! Oh, why don't you sell it to me and I'll transfer the money to that person! It's a ball!"

Wenrou also said: "...Since it is a gift for you, it's okay to accept it."

Xin Gan shook her head softly but firmly: "No, you have to give it back."

There is a sentence that Xin Gan always believes in:

The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price.

She didn't want to be Fu Lang's canary and couldn't accept Fu Lang's gifts.

Meng Jiawu grabbed Cen Beibei's collar from behind with one hand, "Alright, Miss Cen, please stop making things difficult for me. How can I just give you a gift? Please use your little bird brain, okay?"

"Also, although it's a gift for Xin Gan, how can I accept it if it's too expensive? Everyone should know the principle of being lenient when receiving something from someone!"

Meng Jiawu said the following sentence to Wenrou.

Wenrou drooped her eyelashes and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through."

Xin Gan smiled at Cen Beibei apologetically, "Beibei, I really can't promise you, but when I come back, I can bring you some chicken noodle soup from the restaurant at the school gate."

Cen Beibei slurped her saliva and said, "Then I want to add eggs and sausage!"

Meng Jiawu immediately raised her hand high, "Bring one for me too."

Xin Gan looked at Wenrou, "Wenrou, what about you?"

She raised her long eyelashes and smiled, "I'm losing weight, so I won't eat it."

*

Xin Gan carried her small bag and held the gift box, and took a taxi to the downstairs of Fu’s building.

After getting out of the taxi, she looked up at the building.

She had been to this place in her previous life.

That year, she had been Fu Lang's lover for a short time, before her leg was injured. The driver would pick her up from school and take her to the villa every day. When she had classes the next day, Fu Lang would not torment her for too long at night.

If she didn't have classes, Fu Lang would work until midnight, and then the next day, Fu Lang, dressed neatly, would get Xin Gan out of bed, ask her to tie his tie for him, and then pack Xin Gan up and take him to the company.

There was a small rest room in Fu Lang's office, which was equipped with a bedroom, bathroom and bed. Xin Gan, who was extremely sleepy, went to the rest room to continue sleeping when he arrived at Fu's.

Xin Gan was also a little angry. As Fu Lang's lover, she had no human rights at all. Not only did she have to sleep with him at night, but she also had to accompany him to work during the day.

Xin Gan was also very confused. It seemed that Fu Lang had done more of the work, so why was she so tired and sleepy the next day that she couldn't get out of bed at all? However, this man was like a monster who had absorbed a lot of essence. It seemed that staying up all night had no effect on him at all, and he was still radiant?

Of course, Fu Lang also did something ridiculous when he hugged her on the small bed, on the sofa, and even on the desk and in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in that office.

In such a cold and serious place, such erotic and romantic things happened.

She was a good girl at heart, so she was annoyed by his absurd and unruly behavior.

Thinking of these things in her previous life, Xin Gan's face showed a hint of warmth. She pursed her lips, picked up the gift box, and walked into the Fu Building.

In her previous life, when she was with Fu Lang, no one stopped her and she could take the direct elevator to the president's office.

This life is different after all. Xin Gan was stopped by the front desk as soon as he entered.

The receptionist asked her who she was looking for.

Xin Gan answered obediently: "I'm looking for Fu Lang."

"Do you have an appointment?"

Xin Gan shook his head.

There was a flash of contempt in the receptionist's eyes, "I'm sorry Miss, we don't let you in without a reservation."

The girl said softly, "Is that so? Then I'll give Fu Lang a call."

As she spoke, Xin Gan took out her cell phone from the small bag she was carrying across her body.

However, her number had been secretly blocked by Jiang Sining last night.

The receptionist was skeptical at first - did this girl really have Mr. Fu's personal phone number?

This suspicion turned into naked ridicule when he saw that Xin Gan didn't get through the call, "Miss, you should still be studying at your age, right? You are so young and don't learn well. You just want to get close to rich people all day long. Tsk, you are really degenerate!"

Xin Gan blushed a little and wanted to explain, "No..."

The receptionist interrupted her sharply, "Come on, I've seen at least eight out of ten people like you who think you can marry into a wealthy family just because you're a little pretty. Everyone knows that Mr. Fu is not loyal, so stop pestering her and keep dreaming..."

Xin Gan pursed her lips tightly, feeling a little sad, as if she had returned to her previous life when she was accused of being kept by a wealthy sponsor, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Please give this to Fu Lang." She put down the gift box. Fu Lang's phone was not reachable, but Xin Gan still remembered Jensen's number clearly. After sending a message to Jensen, she turned and left.

The receptionist finished speaking in a very proud tone, like a Saint Seiya standing at the moral high ground, and sat down with her brows held high.

She casually fiddled with the gift box placed there, and a rich, bright orange color poured out from the paper bag.

The receptionist kept asking, "This, this isn't... Hermès? ! !