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

She quickly slid off the bed and rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window barefoot.

The endless lake was crystal clear, but she didn't have time to appreciate the beauty and turned around to look for her clothes.

Where are her clothes?

There was no blood on the bed or on the cabinets. The room was really big. She found the bathroom and saw her self-defense knife on the sink. The blood had already solidified on it, and the white towel next to it was stained with a hint of red.

Yes, he was injured last night, and then she was knocked unconscious by the old man.

Could it be? She looked in the mirror hastily. Her hands and legs were intact, except for a faint kiss mark on her neck.

Knock knock...

There was a knock on the door.

Jian Xiaoan picked up a knife and tiptoed to the door. When he opened the door, he found that it was the middle-aged woman he saw yesterday.

"Miss, these are your clothes. They have been washed." Aunt Chen held the clothes and shoes that Jian Xiaoan had changed.

When Jian Xiaoan saw that it was her, she let down her guard and took the clothes, "Where's Mr. Fu?"

In the car, she had secretly used her cell phone to search the Internet for information about Mr. Fu. There wasn't much information, only that there was a legend that this person was cruel, cold-blooded, and had a messy private life.

"The young master has something to do, so please wait for him in the room. My name is Aunt Chen, and I will bring you breakfast in a while." Aunt Chen's voice was gentle, her eyes stayed on Jian Xiaoan's face for a few seconds, and then she left with a smile.

Jian Xiaoan walked to the bed with her clothes. She had just changed her clothes when she accidentally saw bloodstains on the sheets.

She leaned over and stared at the patch of red, her mind remembering the clothes she had woken up in.

She understood instantly, it must be...

"asshole!"

While cursing, Jian Xiaoan took the men's T-shirt and tore it a few times in his hands. Finally, he crumpled it into a ball and smashed it hard at the bedroom door.

Her face turned red with anger, her teeth made a chattering sound, her hands were clenched into fists, and her body could not stop shaking.

Fu Nanchen just opened the door and came in, and the clothes fell directly at his feet.

"What's wrong?" He bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, patted them twice, and looked at Jian Xiaoan.

He was wearing an ordinary home suit, his short hair was casually scattered, and his voice was neither fast nor slow, but it carried a sense of oppression.

"It's you! What did you do to me last night?"

Jian Xiaoan glared at him, "That's mine...ahhh...despicable." She shouted incoherently and rushed to the door.

Snapped.

The bedroom door was heavily closed.

She rushed over and tried to open it, but couldn't.

"Save your energy." Fu Nanchen said, holding her arm and walking towards the bed.

"I'm going to call the police! Let me go!" Jian Xiaoan had no way to break free and was thrown to sit on the edge of the bed.

The boots on her feet were kicked aside before she could put them on.

"I'm going to ask you a question, think about it before you answer." Fu Nanchen leaned over and pressed down on her.

There was no expression on his handsome face, his black eyes were cold, and the scar on his brow revealed his hostility.

"What's your name?"

"Wang Li, didn't I tell you last night?" Jian Xiaoan mentioned the name from last night and stared at him.

"Think about it before answering." Fu Nanchen supported his hands on his knees and stared at her.

"Yes, it's Wang Li." Jian Xiaoan emphasized again, thinking that as long as he could escape from here, he would be far away and he would never be able to find her with a fake name.

"So unsophisticated." Fu Nanchen snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips.

"What did you do at the club yesterday?"

That's a place only rich people go. Why is a girl like her going there fully armed?

"I'm a designated driver. There's a lot of drinking, a lot of rich people, and a lot of tips. I'm making extra money. Is that illegal?" Jian Xiaoan answered in one breath, not wanting to be outdone.

She looks exactly like the Pea Shooter in Plants vs. Zombies.

"Designated driver? Designated driver dressed like a thief?" Fu Nanchen stood up straight, staring at her with his arms crossed, as if staring a hole in her face.

"Yes, it's safe this way. I'm a woman, so no one will recognize me this way."

After Jian Xiaoan finished speaking, her tense nerves gradually began to relax and she bent over to put on her boots.

Otherwise, how are you going to escape?

As soon as she picked up a shoe, her hand was firmly grasped by Fu Nanchen.

"Why did you stab me last night? Do you know me?"

"pain."

Jian Xiaoan wanted to break free, but her wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt. She frowned and glanced at Fu Nanchen.

He is really like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. No one dares to treat him like this.

"Why are you staring at me? Speak!" As soon as Fu Nanchen let go of her hand, Jian Xiaoan fell down on the edge of the bed.

"Because, because I want to leave."

She knew very well what would happen if she was taken home by a strange man.

The tyrants in novels are always romantic, but in real life they might just be beasts!

"I don't know you, so I definitely can't be taken home by you." Jian Xiaoan lowered the last line of his voice, and his shoulders sank as well.

"Really? That's not what you said yesterday." Fu Nanchen leaned over and pinched her chin, speaking in a slow and unhurried tone, the close distance making her hold her breath.

Mr. Fu, she will never run away again, she will agree to everything he says!

That's absolutely true; she said it herself.

"Well, that was just what I said in a hurry." Jian Xiaoan lost her confidence and her eyes met Fu Nanchen's. His dark eyes shocked her, especially the scar on his brow bone, which made her feel uneasy.

This is the notorious playboy.

"Whatever?" Fu Nanchen rubbed her chin with his thumb, "Then did you also just casually go to bed last night?"

Fu Nanchen leaned over to look at her and lifted her chin with his finger, his tone full of teasing.

The heat from her fingertips made her shiver.

Last night, her first time was gone.

Her eyes, wide open from anger, began to relax, a thin layer of tears appeared in the bottom of her eyes, her eyes began to feel sore, her gaze left Fu Nanchen's face, her lips were tightly pursed and she no longer uttered a word.

She had to hold it in. It was all her own fault. She had to leave here.

Fu Nanchen saw her stubborn look and said, "Big liar!"

"We are even. You saved me and slept with me. Please let me go." Jian Xiaoan looked at him again, with helplessness and pleading in his tone.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers clenched tightly involuntarily, and her palms turned white from being pressed by her fingertips.

She really hoped that the man in front of her would let her go.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Stay still!" Fu Nanchen let go of her chin, turned around and walked out the door.

Bang, a door separated her from the outside world!

Is she imprisoned?

Jian Xiaoan touched her pounding chest, trying to calm her beating heart. She turned around and saw blood on the bed sheet. The dark red was so bright that it was blinding. She tried to hold back her tears, but her eyes were still filled with them.

From childhood to adulthood, she had no independent room, no toys, no pocket money, and grew up being beaten and scolded by her father and brothers for more than ten years.

She originally thought that she could leave Jiangcheng through college and live a life that truly belonged to her, but she didn't expect that her brother secretly changed her college application because her parents had already accepted a betrothal gift of 58 yuan from the demolition household Biaoge's family to buy a house and marry a wife for their son, on the condition that she return home to get married during the National Day.

In order to escape, she has not returned home since the start of school this year. When her eldest brother learned that she still would not go home for the New Year, he actually instigated the bully Brother Biao to go to her house in person.

All of this happened because their family favors boys over girls!

Now, the only thing she truly owned, she had lost last night.

Jian Xiaoan just sat there on the edge of the bed, her boots falling to the floor in her sight.

Big tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the back of her hands, slightly warm yet icy cold.

She leaned over the bed and cried loudly.

She had forgotten the last time she cried, it was probably after she graduated from junior high school. She knew crying and begging for mercy were useless, her father would only beat her harder, so she could only endure it.

Tears wet the bed sheets and spread around the bloodstain.

buzzing...

There was the sound of a cell phone vibrating...