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

"Davi, what are you doing?" a man's voice came from behind.

The woman's tense face relaxed, her brows slightly frowned, her expression was distressing, and even her voice was a little weak, "Beizhe, I, I want to come over to see Mrs. Fu."

"It's all right now, you can go back first."

They didn't want to see her either.

“Well… okay.” The woman said with tears in her eyes, “What about you? Mommy is still in a coma. I have to stay with her.”

Beizhe let out a long breath, his chest felt a little stuffy. He frowned and pushed his glasses up, "Well, I'll go back and get you some clothes."

"Yeah." Lu Daiwei turned around and left, "Beizhe, how is Jian Xiaoan?"

"pretty good."

Everything is fine, except her mother who is in a coma!

Lu Daiwei felt a lump in her chest, and tried to hide her inner dissatisfaction, "That's good, I was quite worried about her."

Beizhe didn't say anything else. He only remembered that before getting on the car last night, Lu Daiwei pulled his arm and shouted, "What does Jian Xiaoan have to do with you? Why do you want to go?"

From that moment on, he hated her even more.

Beizhe looked down at his trouser legs and patted his collar with his hands, "I'm going home."

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Yesterday's events were thrilling, but today's Jiangcheng was exceptionally quiet. Overnight, all the rumors hardly appeared in the headlines of the media.

The Fu family deliberately suppressed this hot search.

After Jian Xiaoan's condition stabilized, she returned to Moon Bay with Fu Nanchen for a short stay. Shu Qianhui continued to recuperate in Fu's villa, and everything returned to peace.

Fu Nanchen's grandparents did not leave for the time being. That day, they took a walk in Moon Bay with Jian Xiaoan as usual.

Grandma made dumplings for Jian Xiaoan herself. She was responsible for rolling out the dough. The soft dough rolled back and forth in the old woman's hands. "Xiaoan, did you like eating dumplings when you were a child?"

Jian Xiaoan started to learn how to make dumplings. "I've loved eating handmade dumplings since I was very young. I like those with pork, cabbage, and chives."

Grandma curved her eyebrows and looked at Jian Xiaoan while rolling the dough. She had simply tied up her long hair with a hairpin today, leaving a few strands of black hair falling beside her ears. Her long eyelashes were thick and black, giving her a kind of indifference and a carefree attitude.

"Xiao An, you look a lot like an old friend of mine." Grandma put down the rolling pin, propped up the chopping board with both hands and tilted her head, "She was also born into a scholarly family and was a famous talented woman in our North City."

"Unfortunately, she passed away in grief not long after her daughter's family of four died in a fire." Qi Zhuqing sighed and paused before saying, "What a pity."

"Really, grandma?" Jian Xiaoan said with a serious smile, "I'm sorry."

"Grandma, come visit you often in the future." Qi Zhuqing continued rolling the dough.

"Well, I'll go see grandma when I have time."

Qi Zhuqing took a long while to say, "Grandma likes Jiangcheng very much. It's warm and the air is good."

Jian Xiaoan looked up with a smile, her crescent eyes curved and her eyebrows raised, "Why don't you stay here, grandma and grandpa? I'll take you out more often when I have time."

"You're such a talker."

Jian Xiaoan smiled, "What do you think my parents are like? Are they also from North City?"

"Feng Yue went back to investigate some time ago, but has not found any clues yet. However, your mother must be very beautiful. Look at how handsome you are." Grandma looked at her lovingly, "Nanchen is such a lucky child."

As they were talking, Fu Nanchen walked in. He was tall and straight, with steady steps. "An'an." He walked up to Jian Xiaoan, touched the top of her head, and looked at her grandmother. "Hello, grandma."

Compared to before, Fu Nanchen now seems much gentler, but he still speaks very little.

Except when he is with Jian Xiaoan, he always gives people a cold feeling.

Qi Zhuqing rubbed his hair with the back of his hand and looked at Fu Nanchen kindly, "Nanchen, do you like dumplings?"

"Yeah, I like it. My mother used to do it when she was a child." Fu Nanchen said as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of bony forearms.

"Northern dumplings are different from southern dumplings." Jian Xiaoan pinched the dumplings she had made and showed them to him from the side. "Look, I just learned this from my grandma."

Fu Nanchen pinched her cheek and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It looks good. I'll wrap it together and make it for you later."

Qi Zhuqing listened and smiled, "I'll pack some more for you before you leave. You can cook them when you want to eat them."

"Well, thank you grandma, you should come often in the future." Jian Xiaoan leaned closer to Qi Zhuqing, and whispered with a crooked look, "Actually, he is very easy to get along with. All domineering CEOs are like this."

Except for having a bad temper.

It's just a way of coaxing people into giving you something.

Qi Zhuqing tilted his head back and smiled.

After lunch, Jian Xiaoan had a good appetite and went back to her room to rest. She became pregnant because she felt a little sleepy the day before the wedding and said something casually. Qiu Yunting almost concluded that she was pregnant.

She touched her belly and lay on the bed, feeling drowsy and a little sleepy.

Fu Nanchen watched her coming from afar, holding a cup of warm water and placing it on the bedside table, "Baby, are you feeling uncomfortable?" He put his ear close to her belly and listened carefully.

Gurgling.

Fu Nanchen: "......"

He raised his head to look at his belly under his pajamas, then looked at Jian Xiaoan.

"Haha, my stomach is growling, but the baby is just a little boy, there's no way there would be any noise." Jian Xiaoan held his hand, "Honey, what should we do now that we have a baby?"

"What should I do? I'll serve you."

"Oh, you can only hold me in your arms from now on, you can't do anything else." Jian Xiaoan pouted, shaking her head and looking a little proud, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, what if some people get greedy?"

Fu Nanchen moved closer to her and rubbed her waist twice, "I can't do it, but you can. I don't mind trying it now."

After saying that, he lay on the bed, hugged her, lifted her pajamas and patted her butt twice.

"You hit me, and I want revenge." Jian Xiaoan kissed him on the lips unscrupulously. This time she was very proactive. The kiss was lingering, and her little hands were touching him everywhere dishonestly.

How could she be eaten out cleanly in normal times, and now she was being eaten out cleanly.

"Jian Xiaoan." Fu Nanchen's eyes were blazing with anger, his lips were rolling up and down, and his breathing was disordered. He stared straight at the temptation in front of him, his throat was a little tight, and his mouth was dry.

"You deliberately!"

"Hmm!" Jian Xiaoan deliberately raised his body and lowered his head to blow on his collar, "Is the president unhappy?"

Demo, I can’t help but fascinate you!

I should have worn suspender pajamas today.

Fu Nanchen glanced at her coldly and couldn't help but stare at her fair and plump breasts.

Because of the pregnancy? They are...big.

Jian Xiaoan deliberately twisted her body and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his abdominal muscles. She also said, "Hey, how many abdominal muscles do you have?"

She put her hand on an abdominal muscle and pressed hard, "Oh, it's so hot." She also pretended to blow on her hand, "Honey, how come your abdominal muscles are hot by themselves?"

Fu Nanchen: “….”

It's not over!

I became stupid after jumping into the lake.

call......

Jian Xiaoan blew hot air up and down along his skin, looking at the man in front of him with a pair of mischievous eyes, "Huh..."

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