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

In the night sky outside the window, the heat of the fireworks has not yet dissipated.

The trajectory of the fireworks spinning appeared in Jian Xiaoan's mind, and his whole body started spinning along with them.

The burning skin on my palms was replaced by the coolness of glass, and my fingertips began to burn.

Fu Nanchen put one hand around her slender waist and used the other hand to smooth her long hair over her left shoulder.

He loved Jian Xiaoan's beautiful right face so much.

That little mole is charming and attractive; that little dimple is pure and sweet.

He kissed the dimple with his thin lips, wishing he could turn into a clear spring and drill into it.

"Fu Nanchen." Jian Xiaoan's legs went weak from his kiss and she leaned into his arms.

She curled up her jade-like fingertips, clenched her two small fists tightly, and murmured softly: "I, I am not convenient."

Fu Nanchen didn't stop, his voice was hoarse, his breathing was heavy, "I know."

It was because he couldn't touch her that he kissed her recklessly. He had to find a way out.

God knows what he has been through these days? God must be punishing him!

Thinking of this, he half-knelt down, picked up Jian Xiaoan and walked towards the bed. Her long, silky hair hung down naturally.

With the light behind him, Jian Xiaoan saw the tip of his tongue pressing against his cheek and his full Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Fu Nanchen sat on the edge of the bed and asked her to kneel facing him. From this angle, Jian Xiaoan looked extremely beautiful.

"I want to... kiss... there." Fu Nanchen played with one of her earrings with his fingertips. His nails were trimmed neatly, and the crescent moon on his nails was clearly visible.

When Jian Xiaoan heard this, her face turned even redder. She subconsciously looked down and saw the tassel earrings drawing arcs in the air.

where?

Is that there?

Jian Xiaoan pinched her collar with her jade-like fingers, raised her eyes and asked softly, "Where?"

Fu Nanchen did it on purpose. He looked at Jian Xiaoan's fingertips that had turned white from pinching and slid his tongue across the back of her teeth.

His fingertips left the earrings, hooked along the neckline, and kissed her delicate collarbone with his thin lips.

Jian Xiaoan's clavicle is a straight clavicle with smooth and flat lines, which perfectly sets off her fair swan neck.

His kisses were densely packed along one side of the collarbone. The woman in his arms had a tight throat due to nervousness, and her collarbone was sunken like a clear spring.

He was very bad. He watched the clear spring slowly disappear and then quickly reappear.

......

Outside the window, there are lights from thousands of houses and the hustle and bustle of traffic, but just across the wall, it is surprisingly quiet.

After a long time, he stopped and looked up at Jian Xiaoan. He saw that her eyes were watery and her misty black pupils were shining.

His An An is so charming!

It must have been more charming at that time!

Fu Nanchen thought about this and pinched her cheek, "Little one."

Jian Xiaoan was deeply immersed in Van Gogh's starry sky, sinking into the whirlpool and unable to extricate herself. It was only when a slight pain on her cheek brought her back to reality.

She lowered her eyes in panic and rubbed her eyes with her slender fingers, "I'm sleepy."

She was very sleepy and could not tell the difference between reality and dreams, and could not tell whether she was watching fireworks or "Starry Sky" tonight.

The only thing that was clear was that she was attracted by him!

Fu Nanchen stood up, picked her up and put her on the bed, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to take another shower."

You have to put out the fire you started yourself.

There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom. Jian Xiaoan seemed to understand what it was. It was obviously the sound of water, but she could hear other sounds as well.

She covered herself in the quilt, but the sound still came in through the gaps. At this moment, she wished she could turn into fireworks and disappear.

She herself didn't know how long it had been before she heard the sound of slippers getting wet. The sound was getting closer and closer.

Until a cool breeze blew from behind and the whole person was hugged in his arms.

"What are you hiding from?"

As soon as Fu Nanchen went out, he saw her hiding under the quilt and teased her on purpose.

Why is his An An so shy? She slapped him the day before yesterday, but she didn’t do that today.

However, her slapping isn't that bad, as long as she doesn't do it in front of outsiders!

Especially Wang Dabao!

Jian Xiaoan tried not to make any sound and continued to pretend to sleep without moving. "Did you hear that? Huh?"

He blew hot air into her ear, his voice full of playfulness, "Take off the earrings."

After saying that, Fu Nanchen skillfully took off her earrings. She kept her eyes closed throughout and her earlobes were red.

Fu Nanchen walked over her, put the earrings on the bedside table, lay back and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Xiaochen missed you so much."

"Ah? Who?" Jian Xiaoan heard this name for the first time and her eyes opened wide.

One Beizhe was already enough, and another man? She was very reluctant.

"Xiao, Xiao, Chen~~" Fu Nanchen deliberately stretched out the last syllable and said while biting her ear.

Jian Xiaoan: “…”

She seemed to understand, well, maybe that was it.

Fu Nanchen put his slender arms around her neck and hugged her sideways. With his other hand, he held her small hand and placed it behind her ear. His slender fingertips gently scratched her palm twice.

"Get it?" he whispered.

She felt a tingling sensation in her fair palms and couldn't help but clench her fingers.

What's going on in this person's mind? Even the vixen who seduced Tang Monk wouldn't play like this.

Jian Xiaoan turned around and was about to say something when she heard Fu Nanchen say with a smile.

"Yes, I am seducing you!"

"Turn off the lights and go to bed." Jian Xiaoan was angry with herself. What kind of day had she had? Shame, shame, being teased and deceived.

"Hahaha." A man's low laughter was heard in the darkness.

The dark grey curtains perfectly block out the bustling night outside.

Little did they know that at the same late night, someone on the other side of the river was drunk and sleepless.

Beizhe looked up at the fireworks in the night sky, which were still blooming sporadically. Just a few minutes after he hung up the phone, a firework pierced the starry sky.

On New Year’s Day, many young people were drinking and dancing in bars along the river.

He didn't like this kind of place, but today he went in for the first time. After three or five beers, he called Jian Xiaoan, but was hung up soon. He didn't give up and called again, but was hung up again.

After calling her for the third time, he finally told her what was hidden in his heart: he loved her.

Just as he was waiting expectantly for the woman on the other end of the phone to respond, he heard four words: I'm done.

That was Jian Xiaoan's voice, gentle and clear.

Those four words traveled through the phone to every part of his body like an electric current. He listened to the beeping sound of the hang-up call, looked at the screen going off, and slammed the bar counter with the hand holding the phone.

The waiter who was mixing drinks in front of him was so scared that he stepped back, spilling the wine in his hands on the ground. "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Beizhe didn't say a word, his eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out on his temples, and he could hear a creaking sound behind his teeth.

He turned the phone over and found a crack on the screen. It was a very long crack that ran from top to bottom across the entire screen.

He picked up the beer on the table and drank half of it. Then he stood up, moved the stool away, and staggered out with the remaining half bottle.

It was still a little chilly in Jiangcheng late at night. He was only wearing a suit and trousers. The wind was strong by the river, and the cold wind blew in through his collar, freezing him to the bone.

He sat by the river. There were fireworks on this day every year and there were a lot of people by the river.

At this time, a call came from an unfamiliar number on the phone.

He hung up directly, and soon the number called again...