Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Xin Gan herself was not aware of the problem, but Fu Lang was keenly aware of it. A smile spread across his throat, causing Xin Gan's ears to feel hot. "What I mean is... it doesn't matter if no one sees me. I can hug you if I want to?"

She never said that.

That bastard Fu Lang always liked to misinterpret her meaning.

Xin Gan's cheeks puffed up slightly, and she was about to deny it, saying that it was not true, but Fu Lang suddenly exerted force with his arms, and lifted Xin Gan up lightly and hid behind the tree, completely covering the figures of both of them under the lush and leafy sycamore tree where few people visited.

It was possible for people to see it before, but now it is absolutely impossible to see it.

"...Is this okay? Hmm?" Fu Lang laughed softly.

Suddenly, her waist and hips were lifted up, and her feet were suspended in the air. Xin Gan subconsciously hugged the man's neck. At this moment, her slender back was lightly against the tree. She hit Fu Lang's shoulder in annoyance: "No, Fu Lang, put me down."

Fu Lang didn't listen. Instead, he held her tighter in his arms and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "You can not like me, but you can't like others, otherwise..."

The man's dark jade eyes were filled with thrilling emotions. He slowly opened his lips and whispered in Xin Gan's ear: "I don't know what I can do. Do you understand, honey?"

Perhaps it was because the man looked too paranoid. Xin Gan saw the crazy and dark shadow of Fu Lang in this life. She was a little frightened. Her cherry-pink lips moved as she said softly, "Fu Lang, I don't like him. I don't want to accept him..."

After saying this, I felt a little annoyed.

Why did she explain so much to him?

I wanted to add "I won't like you either", but before Xin Gan could open her mouth, the man smiled brightly, "That's right. What can that kid who hasn't even grown all his hair give you? He can only give you water."

The words were wanton and arrogant, revealing pride in himself.

Xin Gan frowned, "...Fu Lang, don't say that about others. Also, put me down, we need to gather together."

Fu Lang lazily clicked his tongue, in a very happy mood, "Okay, then don't tell me."

The girl poked his shoulder with her finger and reminded him, "Put me down."

"Be good, hold me for a while longer."

"Fu Lang!" Xin Gan puffed up her cheeks. He always pushes the issue like this.

Fu Lang put the girl in his arms down, rubbed her pink and tender face, and said teasingly, "I've already hugged you, how about another kiss? Don't worry, brother is a good kisser, and he will make you feel very comfortable. Do you want to try..."

Even though Xin Gan had a good temper, he couldn't help but blush with anger, "Go away."

Before running away, Xin Gan was even bold enough to deliberately step on the back of the man's shoe!

Who made Fu Lang so annoying!

and also--

What a good kiss.

It’s rotten!

It hurts her every time she is bitten!

*

Before the instructor blew the whistle to assemble, Xin Gan trotted back to his class's formation. His face was flushed and his breathing was a little rapid as he ran all the way.

The location chosen by Fu Lang was very hidden. Except for Meng Jiawu and others, no one noticed Xin Gan going there. After all, no matter how pretty her face was, when everyone was wearing the same camouflage uniform, it wouldn't be too eye-catching and attract attention.

Wenrou was the only one among the girls who didn't know about Fu Lang's existence, so she asked who the man Xin Gan had just met was.

Because they were a little far away and were blocked by the sycamore tree, the few people did not see the man holding the Xingan.

Xin Gan's face was slightly hot, and she pursed her lips and said, "...He is my brother."

If you tell a lie, you have to cover it up with countless lies. Xin Gan had no choice but to bring up that excuse again.

If Fu Lang knew that she called him...brother again, I'm afraid the big-tailed wolf's tail would stand up proudly.

Xin Gan thought with a little annoyance and embarrassment.

*

Even though his shoe was stepped on, Fu Lang just smiled lazily.

He opened his palm, looked at the pink strawberry band-aid again, and said with a curled lip, "Childish."

His eyebrows softened, he fiddled with it, and said:

"But, cute."

Put the little strawberry Band-Aid in your pocket.

Even the slightly stinging bright red bloodstain on his face seemed insignificant.

...

Back in the car, Fu Lang put his slender fingers on the steering wheel, nodded nonchalantly, and asked his special assistant Jensen in the Bluetooth headset: "What do girls generally like?"

As a qualified special assistant, Jensen quickly replied, "Bag. I don't know if you've heard the saying, 'bags can cure all diseases.' There shouldn't be any girl who wouldn't like a bag as a gift."

Hearing this, Fu Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Go pick two bags."

Jansen asked, "For Miss Xin?"

"Yes." Fu Lang instructed carefully: "Choose the best and most expensive one, but the style should not be too mature, it should be lively and playful. Oh, not too lively, but the kind that is lively and ladylike. As for the color, pink, white, cream yellow, and light blue are all fine. Or you can buy four."

"..."

Jian Sen thought to himself that this gentleman might not be so concerned about a cooperation project worth hundreds of millions.

Moreover, what is a lively and ladylike style?

Second Young Master, you are making things difficult for me, Jane.

However, a special assistant is supposed to do things that ordinary people cannot do.

Jensen nodded and took note of it, and asked cautiously, "Besides that, do you have any other instructions?"

Fu Lang poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly became a little unhappy, and said angrily: "Forget it, I'll choose it myself."

"..." Jian Sen had a wooden face, but he was not surprised at all.

*

After the military training, Xin Gan lost a lot of weight, but his body was like a willow branch, soft yet tough.

Compared to the delicate and frail person she used to be, she now has a more vibrant and firm personality.

Xin Gan looked in the mirror and liked herself more now.

Don’t be anyone’s canary or dodder, but be a trumpet creeper that climbs upwards.

Fu Lang never came again after the military training day.

Xin Gan went in and out with Meng Jiawu, Cen Beibei, Wenrou and others, and quickly integrated into the group. This was the campus life that Xin Gan liked and looked forward to, without rumors and slander.

In the Film Academy, students not only study cultural subjects, but also courses in acting, dancing, musical instruments, body shape, and expression management. Xin Gan did not have the opportunity in his previous life, so he cherishes it especially in this life.

On this day, Xin Gan returned to the dormitory with her friends after class. The aunt in the dormitory downstairs called her, "Classmate 8431, your name is Xin Gan, right? This name is so nice. I can tell from the moment I hear it that you are your parents' sweetheart..."

Xin Gan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bent her lips reluctantly: "Auntie, is there anything I can do for you?"

The dormitory aunt slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, by the way, look at my memory. Let's get down to business. Here is your package."

She took out a super big orange gift box with a beautiful bow tied on it.

Even though Xin Gan doesn't know much about luxury goods, he knows that this orange Hermès box is one of the top luxury goods.