Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Fu Lang looked at Xin Gan, his eyes fell on her pink lips, and smiled, "So sweet."

Is this considered... an indirect kiss?

Xin Gan's face felt hot, as if she was burned by a flint. She suddenly pulled her hand back from Fu Lang, "Then you eat it."

She stopped eating.

The bread was both greasy and sticky. Fu Lang, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies, actually ate up all the remaining ones.

Xin Gan lowered her head, took the bun and ate it silently without looking at Fu Lang.

Fu Lang looked at the girl with her eyelashes drooping, and her well-behaved and pretty appearance. He felt itchy and deliberately provoked her, "Why are you only eating buns and not drinking milk?"

Hearing him ask this, Xin Gan's cheeks puffed up slightly, but then she remembered that Fu Lang in this life didn't know the rogue words he said in his previous life, so she just shook her head and replied softly, "I don't like to drink."

Fu Lang inserted the straw into the box of pure milk and handed it to Xin Gan's mouth, "Little girl is not picky about food, be good, drink a sip."

"I said I don't want to drink..." Xin Gan frowned and suddenly choked.

Fu Lang quickly patted her on the back and fed the milk straw into Xin Gan's mouth. She subconsciously took a big sip and finally felt less choked.

Fu Lang clicked his tongue, his dark eyes turning around, "Sometimes annoying things can save lives. Are you drinking your milk now, honey?"

The girl pursed her lips and held the milk carton that Fu Lang stuffed into her hands, "...Thank you."

She lowered her eyes and thought silently in her heart.

It seems... not as annoying as I imagined.

I don't know whether he was talking about the milk or him.

*

That day, at eleven o'clock, the train arrived in Beijing on time.

Passengers got off the train one after another and walked out of the station. It was midsummer at that time, and the slightly dry wind blew the girl's long hair, and a strand of black hair was entangled on the clothes of the man next to her.

"I'm here. I can report to the school by myself. Mr. Fu, please give me your luggage." Xin Gan decided to part ways with Fu Lang and reached for her suitcase.

The 24-inch white suitcase looked particularly small next to the handsome and slender man. Fu Lang blocked the girl's hand and said:

"That won't do. I promised your uncle that I would send you to the film school. What if you get lost or kidnapped by bad guys? Those traffickers love to kidnap pretty girls like you in places like train stations. Also, call me by my name, not Mr. Fu."

"Fu Lang!" Xin Gan was a little dissatisfied with what he said about herself.

How could she be so stupid that she would be kidnapped!

She got first place in cultural subjects, okay?!

"Hey. So good. Call me again for your brother to hear." Fu Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Xin Gan was so angry that her little face puffed up cutely.

shameless!

Fu Lang laughed, pushing the suitcase with one hand and loosely holding his sweetheart's shoulder with the other hand, "Let's go, I'll take you to school."

Xin Gan was unable to struggle and was taken by Fu Lang to a black Maybach.

She recognized it as Fu Lang's car.

He also recognized Fu Lang's special assistant Jian Sen.

Jensen was waiting outside the train station early in the morning.

Although when he received this order, Jensen could hardly believe his eyes. Is he sure it is not the airport?

It's really hard to believe that their second young master would condescend to take such a green train.

However, after picking up the person and seeing the beautiful girl beside the second young master, Janet roughly understood what was going on.

Fu Lang stuffed the luggage into the car. Xin Gan was reluctant to get in, so Fu Lang forcibly carried her to the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.

Then he asked Jensen to hand over the car keys and find a way to get back.

Jensen: “…”

Second Young Master, it’s too much to destroy the bridge after crossing it!

*

This car was one of Fu Lang's favorite vehicles, but it gave Xin Gan some unpleasant memories.

In the previous life, Fu Lang had held her in his arms and had a ridiculous affair with her. Even when she died in the previous life, she was driving this car to escape, and the car exploded, destroying everyone and killing everyone...

So after getting in the car, Xin Gan remained silent. She bit her lips tightly, her face was pale, and her body was shaking slightly.

She thought she could forget it, after all, death was just a matter of a moment.

But it hurts...

It's not real pain, but PTSD, commonly known as post-traumatic stress disorder.

Fu Lang lazily placed one hand on the steering wheel, thinking that Xin Gan didn't say anything because she was annoyed that he had forced her into the car. He drove and talked to her to coax her, "Why are you so angry? Anyway, we have to take a taxi to report to your school. Isn't it good to have my special car take you there? Don't be angry, my dear..."

It wasn't until Fu Lang turned his head and glanced at her that he was almost frightened to death.

I saw the girl hugging herself with her arms, her eyes closed, her face pale, her body looked like she was enduring some great pain, and she was half-fainted!

The Maybach braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed against the ground, producing a puff of white smoke.

Fu Lang's heart was a little panicked. He had never been so scared before. He patted the girl's face and said hurriedly, "Xin Gan, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

In an instant, all kinds of bad thoughts flashed through Fu Lang's mind, and he even wondered if Xin Gan had some kind of hereditary heart disease or something...

Xin Gan bit her lips until they bled, and she fell into a semi-comatose state, unable to answer him. She just kept saying with an obsessive mind, "It hurts... It hurts so much... Fu Lang, I want to get off the car. I don't want to ride in your car..."

Hearing her cry of pain, Fu Lang quickly carried her down, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was the one in pain, "Darling, where does it hurt? Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital..."

He remembered that she had to get off the car even if she was unconscious, so Fu Lang ran all the way to the hospital carrying her.

His precious Maybach, which was airlifted back from abroad and had only been driven a few times, was left alone on a busy road by its owner, with the door not even closed. It looked so pitiful.

Fortunately, the nearest hospital is run by the Zuo family.

Fu Lang brought his beloved child into the hospital and told Zuo Chen to get out.

The nurse thought Fu Lang was the family member of a medical troublemaker. In the end, it was the hospital director Zuo Chen who came out to stop the tragedy that almost turned into violence.

Zuo Chen is a very young and elegant man, standing tall in a white coat. Just looking at his appearance, one might even mistake him for a male model walking on the catwalk. One would never guess that he is the head of a hospital at such a young age.

However, his medical skills are inherited from his family. He started studying medicine since he was old enough to understand and read. He went abroad for further studies and even minored in psychology. After returning to China, he took over this hospital, so his medical skills are no worse than those of the respected old doctors.

Fu Lang specifically asked Zuo Chen to treat Xin Gan, as he was worried about anyone else.

Zuo Chen was speechless. "Fu Lang, Second Master Fu, I thought you were in a car accident and about to die, or that your lover was about to die in childbirth, but this is it? This is it? Do you know how expensive I paid? It's a waste of talent."

"Shut your mouth, stop talking nonsense, and show her." Fu Lang's eyes were full of suppressed irritability.

Zuo Chen gave Xin Gan a simple physical examination and concluded, "This young lady does not have any external injuries."

If Zuo Chen had not seen with his own eyes the moment Fu Lang rushed into the hospital holding the girl, and if his nervous and anxious look had not been fake, he would have thought that Fu Lang, this bad friend, was playing a trick on him.

Fu Lang's voice was hoarse, "But she was crying out in pain."

Dean Zuo, who has a second degree in psychology, said, "Then it could be a psychological problem. Her condition looks a bit like...PTSD."

Fu Lang frowned, "What the hell?"

Zuo Chen, "…post-traumatic stress disorder. Her condition is more like re-experiencing trauma symptoms."

Zuo Chen hesitated for a second and asked, "When did she start to be in this state?"

Fu Lang recalled, "After we got on the bus, in the car."

Zuo Chen: "That means something painful and unacceptable happened to her while she was riding in the car, so she developed PTSD. I'm more inclined to believe that she was in a car accident."

Zuo Chen hit the nail on the head and his guess was almost right about the truth.

Fu Lang frowned again, "Impossible, she has never done this in other cars."

Just this time.

So……

Zuo Chen became thoughtful.

He touched his chin and asked, "Has she ever ridden in your car?"

Zuo Chen looked Fu Lang up and down, and said with a smile: "Did you drag a little girl into your car to have sex? This might leave a psychological shadow. After all, you are a beast. Tsk~"