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

Chapter 71: You can bully me, okay?

The villa is particularly lively tonight. This has always been where Qiu Yunting and Fu Derong lived. He has four children in total. Except for Fu Cangming who is at the group headquarters, the remaining three children are in charge of different industries.

Overall, the whole family is quite harmonious.

This time they were not as restrained as last time. Jian Xiaoan and Qiu Yunting kept chatting about recent interesting things.

At this time, Fu Cangming walked up to Fu Nanchen and said, "Nanchen, come with me."

Then they came to Fu Cangming's study and said, "Close the door."

Fu Nanchen watched him take out a very exquisite red box from the safe.

"This is your mother's favorite pair of earrings. She once told me that if you meet a girl you like one day, you should leave this to her." Fu Cangming said as he opened the box.

"Your mother loved rubies the most, and this one was specially made for you." He took it out of the box carefully.

Fu Nanchen was also amazed!

The last pair he gave to Jian Xiaoan was obtained by chance from a collector in Europe. He already thought they were amazing, but he didn't expect that the ruby earrings in front of him were even more amazing.

The combination of flaming rubies and bright diamonds is like a burning fire thrown into a glacier.

"Father, why hasn't Mother worn it before?" Fu Nanchen carefully took the earrings and placed them in his palm.

Fu Cangming didn't answer. He turned around and walked silently to the bookshelf, with his hands behind his back.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Your mother originally wanted to wear it on her wedding night..."

His voice was hoarse and low, and seemed to express endless regrets!

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the ceiling, pursed his lips tightly, and let out a long sigh.

Fu Nanchen suddenly realized how important the wedding night was to a woman in that era.

He hadn't asked about his parents, and his father hadn't told him either. He saw Fu Cangming remained silent, "Father, do you love mother?"

This was the first time Fu Nanchen asked him this question, and the frozen relationship between father and son suddenly broke free.

"She is the only woman I love deeply in my life!"

Fu Cangming finished speaking and waved his hand, "Put it away."

He saw his own shadow in Fu Nanchen, who was willing to do anything for love.

Fu Derong did not agree with this marriage, but he also knew that his son and grandson would not stop because of his opposition.

With Qiu Yunting's guidance, he had no choice but to go along with it.

"Remember, there are things you can do and things you can't do." Fu Cangming walked beside him, patted his shoulder and left alone.

Fu Nanchen turned around and looked at his departing back, thoughtfully.

Could it be that what he saw was not real?

He once saw his father quarreling hysterically with his mother, and then hugging her and crying bitterly.

Fu Nanchen put away the earrings in his hand, turned around and walked towards the living room. He walked to Jian Xiaoan and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Soon, he brought Jian Xiaoan to a separate villa deep in the courtyard.

Fu Nanchen pushed open the door and a faint scent of lychee and rose wafted to his face. The room was very clean, but no one had lived there for a long time.

"This is where my parents and I lived when we were young." Fu Nanchen took her into the study on the first floor.

On the desk was a photo of a woman wearing a light green cheongsam with a faint smile on her lips, revealing the elegance and generosity of a woman from a scholarly family.

Fu Nanchen picked up the photo, and his slender fingers gently stroked his mother's face, his deep eyes hiding deep longing.

Since his mother passed away, no one except him was allowed to enter here.

"My mother's name is Nan Suyu. She was born in a scholarly family in the north city." He put down his mother's photo frame and pulled Jian Xiaoan into the bedroom.

"On New Year's Eve when I was seven, my mother died of severe bleeding during childbirth of my younger brother."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was stating a fact.

Jian Xiaoan followed closely behind him, listening carefully to his story about his mother. "You must miss her a lot, right?"

She held Fu Nanchen's hand tightly, looked up and spoke gently.

"Yeah." Fu Nanchen's eyes swept across every corner of the bedroom, where all the memories of him and his mother were.

"Mom, come find me, I'm hiding."

"Mom, I'm very good."

"Mom, tell me a story."

"Mom, teach me how to draw tomorrow."

......

Fu Nanchen's eyes gradually became moist, and he blinked hard. Every New Year's Eve, he stayed in this place alone, as if his mother had never left.

So, he was very sad every New Year's Eve.

He was also sad on almost all holidays.

Because his mother would explain to him the origins of every festival and would accompany him to sketch outdoors.

After his mother passed away, he became anxious every holiday season.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?"

Fu Nanchen turned around, held Jian Xiaoan's face with one hand, and stared at her with deep eyes, "Don't leave me."

After saying this, he hugged her tightly with his long arms, rubbing his palms up and down her back, as if he wanted to hold her in his arms.

Jian Xiaoan was a little breathless in his embrace, and she gently patted his back with her slender wrist.

She didn't understand for a moment whether Fu Nanchen needed her or loved her.

Is need also a kind of love?

Outside the window, fireworks were lit in the night sky, firecrackers were set off one after another, and all the red lanterns in the courtyard were lit up. When they returned to the living room again, both adults and children had fallen asleep.

After a simple wash, Fu Nanchen hugged Jian Xiaoan tightly, with his long legs wrapped around hers.

"You're so heavy." Jian Xiaoan was completely unable to move.

"How about you get on top of me?" Fu Nanchen whispered in her ear.

"It's not heavy, not heavy at all." Jian Xiaoan hurriedly denied.

Just lie there!

Every word spoken in bed is filled with waste!

Fu Nanchen rubbed his face against her furry pajamas, making his short hair a mess. "Jian Xiaoan, guess why grandma didn't ask you to sleep with her today?"

"Hehehe." Fu Nanchen arched his neck at her.

"Grandma definitely won't care."

As Fu Nanchen spoke, he hugged Jian Xiaoan and made her lie on top of him.

"Impossible, put me down." Jian Xiaoan was entangled by him and couldn't move.

Fu Nanchen rolled over and turned over.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Xiaoan under him, kneading her face back and forth with his two fingers, forming it into various shapes.

"Why are you so soft?"

It's all soft there!

Fu Nanchen unbuttoned his pajamas as he spoke, and until the third button, his fingers were held down tightly by Jian Xiaoan.

"No...don't~" She said softly, her eyes begging for mercy to Fu Nanchen.

Fu Nanchen swallowed hard.

dying!