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

Hearing his words, the smile on Jian Xiaoan's face gradually froze.

How could he die without her?

It was obvious that she almost died every time she was kissed, he was quite oxygen-loving!

"What did you say?" Jian Xiaoan asked him with a puzzled look on her face, her black pupils dilated and her long eyelashes flickering.

Fu Nanchen looked at the slightly frightened little face in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't leave me!"

"Oh."

Jian Xiaoan didn’t know how to make the promise. Wasn’t she a substitute?

"Master, we're home." Feng Yue's voice came from the front row.

The baffle in the car slowly lowered, and several people were seen standing not far away. Jian Xiaoan hurriedly got off him, quickly tidied her hair, and looked at Fu Nanchen, "I seem to have forgotten to buy a gift."

When you visit someone's home, you always have to bring some gifts, such as fruits.

Thinking of this, Jian Xiaoan began to get anxious. She looked at the two cups of milk tea in her hands, then turned to look at Fu Nanchen, with panic in her eyes, "What should I do?"

Fu Nanchen was amused by her panic-stricken look and stroked her hair with his slender fingers, "It's okay, Uncle Feng is ready."

"Oh." Jian Xiaoan let out a long sigh, and then looked at Fu Nanchen again.

"Fu Nanchen, why don't I go back? How about I go back with Wang Dabao?" She suddenly didn't want to get off the car.

When Wang Dabao heard his name, he turned around hastily, shaking his head like a rattle, and said in an anxious voice, "That won't do, Miss Jian."

The young master will slap him!

Just by taking two glances at him, the young master wanted to eat him!

Bah...

The vehicle stopped in front of a building. Looking up, I saw a Chinese courtyard with white walls, gray tiles, and flying eaves, which showed its solemnity.

Jian Xiaoan looked out the window, frowning, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Fu Nanchen looked at her and remembered the first time they met. She was also looking out the window timidly like this.

This time he came at the right time! He wanted to see how this little liar would handle it.

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen's lips curled up and he couldn't help but smile.

Then, the car door was opened by Feng Yue, "Master, Miss Jian, please get out of the car."

Jian Xiaoan stopped talking immediately. She felt a little embarrassed when she saw the person outside the car door. What was more, it was even more embarrassing that she was holding a cup of milk tea in one hand and half a cup of milk tea in the other hand.

She landed on her feet, and Fu Nanchen got out of the car right after her, taking away the half-drunk cup of milk tea.

"Hello, young master. Hello, young lady. Everyone is waiting for you in the living room." A middle-aged man nodded towards them.

"Hello, Uncle Qin." Fu Nanchen returned the greeting and raised his hand to hold Jian Xiaoan's hand.

Jian Xiaoan quietly pulled her hand out of his palm, looked up and whispered, "We agreed not to hold hands."

Fu Nanchen lowered his eyes to look at her, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Jian Xiaoan raised his eyes again and saw a black door with two drum stones and three steps at the entrance, which looked very solemn.

She followed Uncle Qin into the house, walked along the gravel path on the right, and turned into a long wind and cloud corridor.

At this moment, Fu Derong was chatting with his family in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a strong build and a straight back. His hair was gray, his face was rosy, his voice was clear, and his bright eyes flashed a kind smile under his thick eyebrows.

Next to him was his wife Qiu Yunting, with short silver hair curled upwards. She was wearing a black cheongsam and a pair of pearl earrings on her earlobes, making her look noble and elegant.

"Cangming, is Nanchen coming soon?" Fu Derong put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Fu Cangming.

"Father, I'll be there soon."

After saying this, Fu Cangming picked up his youngest son Fu Nanfeng.

Fu Nanfeng struggled to get off his lap and walked towards his mother Shu Qianhui's seat, whispering, "I'm already 6 years old, I don't want my dad to hold me."

After that, he sat on the sofa next to Shu Qianhui, like a little adult, with a neat and tidy vest. He adjusted his bow tie with both hands, turned around and said, "Mom, when will big brother arrive?"

As he was speaking, a figure flashed past the window.

"Look, the eldest grandson is back!"

Qiu Yunting looked towards the window of the reception room, and a tall figure was particularly conspicuous.

"It's my eldest grandson." She said, getting up from her seat and walking towards the door.

At this time, Uncle Qin's voice was heard from outside the door, "Master, the young master is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall man stepped in. He was wearing a cashmere coat and had short, neatly cut hair.

Fu Cangming walked beside Fu Derong and supported Fu Derong's arm with his elbow, "Father, let me support you."

After he said that, he helped Fu Derong up from the sofa.

"Cang Ming, I'm fine." A loud voice reached Fu Nanchen's ears.

"Hello, Grandpa, Hello, Grandma, Hello, Father, and Stepmother."

Fu Nanchen was not as lazy as usual. He greeted the elder in front of him very seriously, holding half a cup of milk tea tightly in his hand.

Qiu Yunting hurriedly took a step forward, holding Fu Nanchen's hand with one hand, smiling, "Nanchen, grandma hasn't seen you for two years. Let grandma see you."

"Well, she's grown up again." After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on Jian Xiaoan, "Who is this girl?"

Jian Xiaoan followed Fu Nanchen closely as soon as she entered the door, her eyebrows slightly curved, and her pair of moon-like eyes were particularly eye-catching.

Fu Nanchen lowered his eyes to look at Jian Xiaoan, pursed his thin lips, raised the corners of his mouth, cleared his throat and said: "This is... my girlfriend!"

Jian Xiaoan heard the fingertips pinching his hand and looked up at him.

I knew he was unreliable. How come a friend became my girlfriend?

Qiu Yunting's kind eyes curved, he took his hand off Fu Nanchen, and walked to Jian Xiaoan, "Girlfriend, not bad, not bad."

As she spoke, she took Jian Xiaoan's hand and turned to walk towards Fu Derong, "Derong, look at how pretty this girl is."

"Cang Ming, Qian Hui, come and take a look." Qiu Yunting kept staring at Jian Xiaoan's face.

Jian Xiaoan, still holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, nodded quickly.

"Hello grandpa, hello grandma, hello uncle, hello aunt!"

Then Fu Nanfeng squeezed in between several adults, tilted his head up and said, "I can't see."

Everyone's enthusiasm for Fu Nanchen seemed to cool in a second, and he was left standing alone in the middle of the living room, with Feng Yue and Wang Dabao behind him.

The curve that Fu Nanchen had on his lips just now disappeared, his whole face slumped, his shoulders dropped, and his dark eyes stared at his family in front of him.

That was his An An. He should not have brought him back!

At this moment, an agile figure rushed in from outside the door, shouting as he ran, "Who's here?"

As soon as she passed by Fu Nanchen, he grabbed her collar from behind and said, "Fu Nanjing, stop!"

He took a step back after being caught, his expression immediately turned ugly, "Big...Brother..."

He was most afraid of Fu Nanchen. He had been afraid of him since he was a child and had never given him a good face.

It's obvious that they are born of the same mother, but they always say that he was given as a gift when they topped up their phone bill.

"You just came back?" Fu Nanjing was standing next to Fu Nanchen. He had short hair and was wearing a white sweater.

He was a little shorter than Fu Nanchen. He tilted his head and looked at him with a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes. "Is that your girlfriend?"

Fu Nanjing tried to stand on tiptoe and look in the direction of Jian Xiaoan.

I only saw Fu Nanchen walk straight behind Jian Xiaoan and say, "Don't look at it anymore." Then he took her hand and walked towards the sofa.

His An An is so shy, he has to take her away.

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