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

Jian Xiaoan held his arms tightly with both hands, her buttocks stuck out backward, and her slippers rubbed against the floor, making a hissing sound.

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Jian Xiaoan frowned slightly and begged for mercy.

Fu Nanchen stopped only when he heard her begging for mercy. He turned around and glared at her, "What's wrong?" This little liar is getting worse and worse.

"That's right, I'll accompany you home." Jian Xiaoan said in a low voice.

Fu Nanchen let her go only after hearing her say that. It turned out that he was still holding a grudge against her for what happened just now.

His mind is smaller than the tip of a needle.

"I forgive you!" Fu Nanchen raised his eyebrows, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, let go of her hand, turned around and walked into the cloakroom.

A few minutes later, I heard the cloakroom door being pushed open.

A pair of shiny leather shoes stretched out neatly, his figure was slender and upright, his short black hair was scattered around his ears, his eyes were deep and sharp, the deep grooves of his eyelids extended to the ends of his eyes, and the scar at the end of his eyebrows exuded a murderous aura.

He was still wearing a high-end black suit as usual, his white shirt buttoned meticulously to the collar, and he adjusted his tie with his slender knuckles.

There is a crescent moon embroidered on the black tie, and you need to look carefully to see the pattern clearly.

Fu Nanchen's bony fingertips gently stroked his forehead, and a black cashmere coat was casually draped over one arm.

Jian Xiaoan's black pupils opened so wide that ink seemed to be dripping out, and her red lips opened involuntarily.

"Are you stunned?" Fu Nanchen walked up to her in three or two steps, bent down and kissed her.

His thin lips brushed against her pink ear bone, and the ruby ​​earring brushed against his skin. His voice was low and hoarse, with temptation, "Are you greedy for my body?"

Jian Xiaoan shuddered, turned around and walked out, hugging her down jacket tightly as she walked, "Let's eat."

Fu Nanchen watched the woman in front of him run out in a flash, with a smile on his face.

His An An is so beautiful even from behind, with her long black hair hanging behind her and her slender waist that seems like it can be completely grasped in one palm.

While he was in a daze, he heard a scream from the living room: "Fu Nanchen."

It turned out to be Jian Xiaoan's voice. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she saw the whole room filled with white mist and heard gurgling sounds.

Jian Xiaoan rushed over, fanned the mist in front of her eyes with both hands, turned off the gas, turned on the range hood, and then she could gradually see the food on the stove clearly.

Beautiful! Great! Fantastic!

A big pot of glutinous rice dumpling porridge, bubbling and gurgling inside...

In the new year, Zhima Tangyuan never expected to sacrifice himself in this way: going through fire and water, and not declining even if death is the only option!

There were hurried footsteps outside the kitchen. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Fu Nanchen braked suddenly outside the kitchen and saw a small figure wrapped in white mist.

It was as if Sun Wukong somersaulted in!

Jian Xiaoan found a soup spoon and scooped it into the pot twice. It was neither too thin nor too thick, just the right amount, but a little too sticky.

"It's okay, Tangyuan porridge is also delicious." Jian Xiaoan said and turned to look at Fu Nanchen.

Jian Xiaoan came to his rescue and said that this bowl of cement should be quite delicious!

"I, I think I messed up." He frowned, looking embarrassed, "Can I eat this?"

Jian Xiaoan took out two bowls, scooped two spoonfuls with a spoon, and put them hard into the bowls, and the spoons hit the bowls with a bang.

Very sticky, even stickier than Fu Nanchen's!

"It's edible. We can eat it with a spoon. I used to do the same." Jian Xiaoan handed the small spoon to Fu Nanchen and walked to the dining table with two servings of glutinous rice balls.

She took a spoon and scooped a spoonful from the bowl and put it in her mouth, chewing it hard. "It tastes good, like sticky rice, really sweet, evenly sweet, and not too hot."

After that, she scooped a spoonful from Fu Nanchen's hand and handed it to him, "Taste it and scrape it with your teeth."

Fu Nanchen imitated her chewing, his eyebrows relaxed from being frowned, "Mm, delicious."

As sweet as his An An.

Just like that, the two of them ate silently. Fu Nanchen turned and looked at her, "Why are you eating so fast?"

Jian Xiaoan scraped the bottom of the bowl with a spoon and said, "Eat this quickly to warm it up."

If you don’t eat quickly, it will get cold, and if it gets cold, you won’t be able to scrape it.

Jian Xiaoan looked at the last spoonful and thought to himself: I've heard of cement sealing the heart, but I've never heard of cement sealing the stomach! Today I've finally seen it!

At the same time, the sound of the door opening was heard.

It turned out to be Aunt Chen. She walked with the bag in her hand and said, "Master, good morning, Miss Jian. Have you had breakfast? Today is New Year's Day. Why don't you sleep in?"

Jian Xiaoan hurriedly stood up and said respectfully, "Hello, Aunt Chen, I have to go to work."

"Miss Jian, please sit down. What would you like to eat?" Aunt Chen said, looking at the bowls on the table with curiosity.

It was a big bowl, all gray, with the bottom of the bowl scraped into stripes. Then I looked at Jian Xiaoan's black lips. Did he eat paint?

"Dumplings..." Jian Xiaoan pushed the bowl behind him, "I made it, hehe."

"Well, let's go to work." Fu Nanchen coughed lightly, stood up, pulled out the chair, picked up the coat on the table and prepared to go out.

Jian Xiaoan quickly took two tissues, picked up her down jacket, and hurriedly said while carrying her bag, "Aunt Chen, we're leaving. Happy New Year."

Aunt Chen was standing nearby, and before she could come to her senses, she saw the two men disappear from the doorway. After a while, she said, "Goodbye, Master."

She then remembered something and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Hahahahahaha." Aunt Chen bent down and laughed when she saw the remaining dumplings in the pot. While laughing, she took out her mobile phone to take a picture of the pot. After taking the picture, she ran to the dining table and took a picture of the two bowls.

One shaved very cleanly, so the force should be even; the other one had bumps and bumps, so the angle was probably not well controlled.

Even the stainless steel spoons have their own characteristics, one is dipped in a thin layer of batter, and the other has marks left by teeth.

Her face turned red from smiling, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were squeezed together. She posted the photo to a group while laughing.

beep...

In the parking lot, Feng Yue and Wang Dabao's cell phones rang at the same time, and they both opened WeChat at the same time.

I saw a line of words above: Breakfast of Master and Miss Jian + ヾ(≧▽≦*)o Haha.

Next are four pictures, a pot, a bowl, and a spoon.

"Hahahahahahaha." Wang Dabao held the phone, laughing out of breath.

Feng Yue, whose phone was still receiving pictures, leaned in to look at Wang Dabao's phone, then started laughing too.

Knock knock...

Feng Yue heard the sound of knocking on the glass, and the car suddenly became quiet.

"Young Master, hurry up! Hurry up!" Wang Dabao sat upright, the smile on his face froze in an instant, his face turned red, and a few words came out from between his teeth.

Feng Yue held the phone upside down in his palm, got out of the car in a hurry, and nodded kindly, "Morning, Master, and Miss Jian."

After saying that, he opened the car door as usual, and when he looked up, he saw the two young men in front of him had black lips and black paste on the corners of their mouths.

Feng Yue lowered his head hastily. There was an indescribable feeling rushing to the top of his head, but he had to hold it back.

After they were both seated, Feng Yue sat in his seat and saw Wang Dabao covering his mouth and not daring to make a sound, with veins bulging on his temples. He looked again and found that the baffle had been raised at some point.

Feng Yue lip-read two words to him: "Drive."

buzzing...

Feng Yue's phone rang, and a man's hoarse voice came from the other end of the line.

"The person has been found..."