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

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Nanchen tilted his head and saw Jian Xiaoan smiling with her lips pursed.

Could it be that she has already thought about it?

Fu Nanchen turned her face over and stared at her with his dark eyes narrowed. "No, why are you laughing?"

"Not laughing." Jian Xiaoan held his wrist, "Puchi..."

Jian Xiaoan couldn't help but continued to smile. Before getting on the car, she felt something was wrong with her feet, and an evil thought just came to her mind.

Didn’t he ask where the kiss was?

"Is it okay anywhere?" She turned to ask him, with a slight smile on her lips.

It was the first time that Fu Nanchen saw Jian Xiaoan so proactive. He narrowed his eyes even deeper and leaned closer to her and asked, "Where is it?"

This little liar is full of bad ideas now!

"Let's talk about it tonight. It's still daytime now." Jian Xiaoan looked out the window.

Fu Nanchen picked her up and let her sit on his legs face to face. His black eyes swept her from head to toe.

There is only this much space on her body, where can I kiss her to make her smile?

"Is it here?" Fu Nanchen asked, pointing at her left breast.

"No!" Jian Xiaoan blocked it with her white palm and glared at him.

"Here?" He pointed to the other side again, staring at her with his black eyes.

"No!" Jian Xiaoan crossed his hands in front of his chest.

It's not this, it's not that, where else could it be?

Fu Nanchen didn’t understand. He closed his eyes tightly and tried hard to recall the plot he had seen in the movie!

"No, no, no!" He shook his head quickly, frowning tightly.

How could his An An let him kiss there!

As he was thinking, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and when he looked up, he saw Jian Xiaoan's fair little face, her eyes curved into crescents, her red lips slightly parted, and her white teeth hidden between her lips.

Her An An was actually smiling at him.

Especially the dimples on the cheeks, shallow and like a clear spring.

Fu Nanchen wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, which was so thin that he could hold it with one palm.

He couldn't bear to think about it, because the moment he thought about it he would want to hold her in his arms!

"Jian Xiaoan." Fu Nanchen asked her to lean close to him, and the small mole at the corner of her eye was almost right in front of him.

The car became unusually quiet. The setting sun was crumbling in the distance, and the light of dusk swept across their faces.

Fu Nanchen just stared at her.

He really wanted to tell her about everything he had experienced in the past ten years in the North City, thousands of miles away.

Every time he ran there with great expectations, but returned home with great disappointment!

Just when he was in despair, collapsed, and was about to give up.

She showed up!

Love at first sight!

When Fu Nanchen thought of this, he used his slender arms to hold her tightly in his arms.

He buried his face in her fair neck, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair and the scent of her body.

Everything was like a dream! He was afraid that he would wake up and find that it was all empty!

"Fu Nanchen, what's wrong with you?" Jian Xiaoan's breathing became a little tight as he hugged her, and she had to raise her neck.

He didn't answer, nor did he let her go. His thin lips kissed her fair neck, inch by inch, like tasting a dessert.

It's the kind of dessert that's meant to be savored slowly.

Jian Xiaoan felt numbed by his kiss as if she was electrocuted. She couldn't help but raise her slender wrists and wrap them around his neck. She tilted her head back and stared at the roof of the car.

The sunset in the evening is so warm, and dusk falls on the skylight. There is no dust, no fireworks, only light and hope.

Jian Xiaoan's red lips were slightly parted, her eyes were like clear water, and her ruby ​​earrings swayed left and right.

There was no scenery outside the window, but she was fascinated by it at the moment.

Jian Xiaoan thought of a sentence on the Internet, "Pure love is for rich people, while ordinary people are struggling to survive."

She didn't know if what she had at the moment was love, but this feeling was really good! Very good!

It was something she had never experienced in her life, being cherished, cared for, and loved!

There was no beating or scolding, no sarcasm, no one drinking and smashing bottles in that courtyard of white bricks and gray tiles, and no one asked her for money or forced her to get married.

Jian Xiaoan slowly raised her slender arm and saw the bracelet her grandmother had given her. It was crystal clear and emerald green.

so beautiful!

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with moisture, and the tears in the corners of her eyes dripped like morning dew.

The kisses on her neck continued densely, Fu Nanchen's kisses became deeper and deeper, he bit her chin lightly, the desire between his lips and teeth made him unable to stop.

Love at first sight! Can she feel it?

Fu Nanchen held her face with both hands, kissed along the tip of her nose, and then kissed her eyes.

The thin lips rested at the end of her eye, which was still stained with moisture.

If it weren't for that little mole, how would he find her?

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen stared at her, his voice trembling slightly, "Jian Xiaoan, let's get married!"

The word "marriage" entered Jian Xiaoan's eardrums like an electric current, and she suddenly woke up.

Jian Xiaoan opened her eyes and stared at him with her black pupils. After a while, she said, "Marriage?"

Did he say it wrong? Did she hear it wrong?

Fu Nanchen rubbed the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb and gently stroked her lips, "Yes, let's get married."

After a while, Jian Xiaoan suddenly stared at him with dark eyes and frowned, "Did you get married because of that?"

Why is grandma's words so effective? Why does he listen to grandma so much?

The air in the car suddenly went from hot to cool.

Fu Nanchen didn't say a word for a long time. He pursed his lips, looked up at her, and reached out to pinch her cheek, "Jian Xiaoan, you wait for me tonight!"

As expected, grandma has always been on guard against him. He must have said something to her secretly. She was even pointing fingers at him before leaving. Could it be that she would come to Moon Bay to check on him in the middle of the night?

Who is her grandson?

Thinking of this, Fu Nanchen pinched even harder.

Jian Xiaoan pried his hands apart, got down and sat on the seat alone, pouting her mouth and no longer speaking!

How could something as big as marriage become so distorted in his mouth?

For that, he actually thought of getting married! What does he think of marriage?

Jian Xiaoan became angrier and angrier as she thought about it. She raised her hand and slammed it hard on his thigh, then turned around and glared at him, "Don't ever mention the word marriage to me again!"

"Hiss..." Fu Nanchen endured the pain, looked at Jian Xiaoan, and raised the corners of his mouth.

This little thing not only has a bad temper, but is also fierce. All my passion has been extinguished by her!

It seems that he has to take it slow and not be impatient at all!

Along the way, the two ignored each other, and even when they reached the bedroom, Jian Xiaoan was in a bad mood.

She stood alone in front of the French window, looking at the night view in the distance, her red lips tightly pursed, silent.

Just half an hour ago, she was still immersed in that unreal feeling and couldn't extricate herself, but now she felt a little irritable.

buzzing...

The phone in my pocket vibrates.

It turned out to be Beizhe. Jian Xiaoan hesitated for a moment and answered the phone, "Hello."

There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds, and then Beizhe's voice came, "Xiao An... come back to me... I can't live without you."

Jian Xiaoan was silent for a while, then she changed her hand to hold the phone, and then she said, "I'm sorry, there is no possibility for us. I will leave Jiangcheng in the future."

At this moment, Fu Nanchen was standing outside the bedroom door, his slender fingers tightly holding a glass of milk, his fingertips turning white...

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