Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Xin Gan's pale face turned pale. She was always shy when discussing such topics. She said softly, "But, this is really too much..."

She had no idea what Fu Lang was thinking. It was the same in her previous life. Fu Lang seemed to particularly like giving her things, such as jewelry and evening dresses. These were obviously expensive and rare. Ordinary people would be very surprised to receive them even once. However, Fu Lang was very generous and gave her more than a dozen diamond necklaces, as if they were some worthless cabbages, allowing Xin Gan to take them and play with them.

He looks like a rich man.

Just very... nouveau riche.

I didn't expect Fu Lang to be so extravagant when buying sanitary napkins and buy so many.

They can be used until next year.

After knowing that Xin Gan fainted and cried out in pain because of physical pain, Fu Lang felt relieved. He was no longer irritable. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You can keep it and use it slowly."

By the way, this thing seems to be something for personal use, right? He bought it again.

His sweetheart is wearing what he bought. To round it up, his sweetheart is wearing him close to her body...

Fu Lang thought with morbid yet delighted emotion.

Zuo Chen caught a glimpse of the rippling expression on Fu Lang's face. Knowing his friend's nature well, he said "fuck" in his heart.

Fu Lang is really seriously ill.

*

Xin Gan changed her clothes. The heat pack pressed against her lower abdomen gave off cozy warmth. She drank the brown sugar ginger tea with a sweet taste. The hot steam made the girl's eyelashes wet.

Fu Lang felt that he was so obedient just by looking at him.

Even when he received a text message on his phone saying that his beloved car was being towed away for being in the way, Fu Lang didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

Compared to her, it's nothing.

However, the man's brows soon frowned again. He never knew that a girl's menstrual pain could be so painful.

During those years when he was young and frivolous, Fu Lang smoked, drank, fought, raced cars, and bled. Even when he almost had three ribs broken in an underground boxing ring, he felt that the pain was nothing.

However, when it came to Xin Gan, Fu Lang couldn't stand it.

He felt sad because he had to suffer this pain every month.

Fu Lang caught up with Zuo Chen privately and asked, "Is there no way to cure her disease?"

"You mean menstrual pain? This needs to be taken care of. It is impossible to cure it completely. From a doctor's perspective, I can only suggest that you drink more hot water or take painkillers in advance. Oh, by the way..." Zuo Chen suddenly smiled meaningfully: "I heard that some women don't feel pain after giving birth."

Fu Lang took out a cigarette, and the mist blurred his eyes: "Really?"

"Hey, I just said it casually. You're not such a beast, are you? The little girl hasn't even reached the legal age for marriage..." Zuo Chen said, "Fu Er, did you see this sign? Smoking is prohibited in the hospital! Can you have some manners?"

Fu Lang said lazily: "Oh, what a pity, I don't have that thing."

*

Although there were some minor incidents in the middle, Fu Lang still sent her to the Film Academy at Xin Gan's insistence.

Jensen retrieved the Maybach that was towed away by the traffic police, and Xingan's white suitcase was also in the car.

Somehow, Fu Lang took Zuo Chen's words to heart and inexplicably cared more about the PTSD he described, so he asked Jensen to change the car when he came to pick people up.

Anything, except that black Maybach.

Because Fu Lang had a vague instinct that was almost like that of a wild animal.

Xin Gan didn't like the Maybach, and he was a little reluctant to let Xin Gan ride in that car. It wasn't his favorite car, but... he always felt that something would happen that would make him feel bad.

Jensen followed the instructions, changed to a more low-key car and drove over. After delivering the car, he was thrown away as a tool for the second time.

Special Assistant Jane stood on the side of the road, looking at the exhaust of the black Cayenne, his figure looking extremely desolate.

This time, we arrived at the gate of Huaying School without any accidents.

Xin Gan got off the car, and Fu Lang carried down the 24-inch milky white suitcase and placed it at her feet.

She pursed her pale pink lips and said, "Then Mr. Fu...goodbye."

Fu Lang leaned against the car, looking lazy and handsome. He smiled and said, "It's just goodbye. Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Xin Gan thought for a moment, and said with clear eyes: "I will pay you back."

"..."

Fu Lang gritted his teeth and thought, who asked you to pay back the money?

He didn't expect Xin Gan to come to her senses, so he walked over and leaned over to hug her.

Fu Lang is 188cm tall, and Xin Gan is not short among girls. She has been dancing since she was a child and has slender limbs, but in front of Fu Lang, she looks very young and petite.

The hug was airtight, with a bit of wanton arrogance and a bit of restraint. Before Xin Gan could struggle, Fu Lang let her go.

"..." The man's hug and the cold cedar perfume on his body were very overbearing. Xin Gan couldn't help but blush. She bit her lip in annoyance because Fu Lang hugged her without saying anything, but because he let her go so quickly, if she was too excited, she would make a fuss. "...Fu Lang, what are you doing!"

She couldn't help but call out his name, and her tone of questioning was so soft that it seemed to contain some anger.

Fu Lang hugged the person he wanted to hug, and he was in a good mood. His beautiful eyes couldn't help but reveal a wanton and blazing smile, as dazzling as thousands of flowers in full bloom. "I just want a farewell hug and charge some interest. Is that too much?"

Xin Gan, "..."

She thought to herself, how can this not be excessive? It is so excessive. How can you charge interest like this?

Xin Gan lowered her head and bit her lip in slight distress.

Alas, people who owe money have no human rights.

She must work hard to pay Fu Lang back...definitely!

The girl swore silently.

But, she was too simple, too easy to understand, and not the type to be good at disguising herself, so everything she was thinking was written on her face.

Fu Lang looked at her little expression and thought it was so cute.

How could someone be so cute? He likes every strand of hair!

Fu Lang couldn't help but reach out and rub Xingan's head.

Xin Gan didn't let him touch her hair: "Fu Lang, you are so annoying..."

Every year during the opening season of the film academy, there are reporters carrying cameras and holding microphones, interviewing new students at the school gate.

Under the lens of reporters, selecting the "most beautiful freshman" seems to have become an established tradition in film academies.

The freshmen were also willing to cooperate. For film school students who have not yet entered the entertainment industry but are yearning for it, it is hard not to be tempted by the opportunity to become famous, so they were very cooperative when being interviewed.

Who doesn't want to be the chosen one?

It was already quite late at this point and the reporters were planning to call it a day and go home. However, when they unexpectedly saw Xin Gan and Fu Lang at the gate of the Film Academy, their media instincts made them decide to interview the two.

The focus is on Xin Gan. After all, Fu Lang is not the kind of immature student studying in school.

"Hello, classmate. We are reporters from Beijing Entertainment Television. Are you a freshman here to report today?"

Xin Gan had experience in front of the camera in her previous life, so she was not stage frightened. She nodded and answered obediently, "Yes."

The other party asked her several questions in succession, and Xin Gan answered them all.

Fu Lang, who was standing aside, looked at his beloved daughter who was being interviewed, and couldn't help but think with a little annoyance and pride:

What should I do? She seems to be shining and it seems impossible to hide her.