Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

But, that bastard Fu Lang just really likes... to touch her.

Xin Gan's cheeks were puffed up with anger, her ears felt a little hot, and she thought angrily to herself.

"Am I wrong? When losing weight, the first thing to lose is the breasts..." Fu Lang lazily said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Don't be angry."

He admits his mistakes quickly every time, but he just won't change.

Xin Gan is already familiar with Fu Lang's nature.

So angry.

But there's really nothing we can do about him.

Fu Lang raised his lips and said, "I mean, you are very thin, there is no need to lose weight, gaining a little weight will make you look better, so...eat a little more, ok?"

There is nothing wrong with her, she is just too thin. If she were a little plumper, she would feel better to hold and her breasts would be fuller. Of course, she is also very good now. Although she is thin, she has become slender and well-proportioned due to years of dancing. She is not skinny and has not lost any of her growth...

Xin Gan was angry and bit her lip to refuse: "No."

Fu Lang picked up a piece of fish himself, carefully picked out the fish bones inside, and then fed it to the girl.

Xin Gan naturally refused to open her mouth, so Fu Lang lifted his lip and said with a half-smile, "Darling, do you want me to feed you, or do you want me to kiss you?"

The smiling voice was lazy and casual, but every word was a naked threat to Xin Gan.

Fu Lang's threat was very simple and straightforward——

If you don't eat it, kiss her.

Xin Gan will never be able to match this man's black heart, bastardness, and shamelessness.

So, she obediently opened her lips.

Fu Lang fed the snow-white fish meat, which had been free of bones, into the girl's mouth.

He pulled the chopsticks back, and deliberately paused for a moment, barely moving them across her lips and teeth.

Like a silent tease.

Xin Gan suddenly remembered——

Those are Fu Lang’s chopsticks!

Isn't that considered...indirect kissing?!

Xin Gan's little face suddenly turned red, like a shy little rose blooming, so bright and juicy that it seemed as if it was about to drip with rich juice.

Even though they had done the most intimate and passionate things, Xin Gan would still blush and feel shy because of such romantic ambiguity.

The man reached out his hand and wiped the corner of her mouth across the table, smiling nonchalantly and charmingly: "What's wrong? Your face suddenly turned so red?"

Xin Gan: “…”

Knowing that Fu Lang was asking questions even though he knew the answer, he didn't want to pay any attention to him.

The cell phone on the table next to Fu Lang suddenly rang.

At that time, Fu Lang was picking fish bones for Xin Gan. No one knew how Fu Lang knew in this life that she liked to eat fish, and he fed her several mouthfuls of fish. It was obvious that when they were eating just now, Xin Gan thought fish bones were troublesome and didn't touch the steamed sea bass much.

The phone rang, Fu Lang just glanced at it and hung up.

Soon, the incoming phone ring rang again.

This time, Fu Lang turned off his phone without even looking at it.

Xin Gan took a sip of the after-meal sweet drink, cheese strawberry milkshake, and licked the white milk foam that accidentally stained her lips. She said softly, "Fu Lang, if you have something to do, you can leave first."

"fine."

"But they called you twice, it must be something urgent."

There was a barely perceptible coldness in Fu Lang's dark eyes, and he said lazily, "Just an insignificant person. ... Come on, open your mouth."

In Fu Lang's eyes, that phone call was not as important as feeding his family.

Xin Gan pursed her lips, her tone soft, a bit like she was acting coquettish, "Fu Lang, I really can't eat anymore."

Fu Lang coaxed gently, "Be good, last bite. I have picked out all the thorns."

Xin Gan was not someone who was good at disappointing others, so he reluctantly opened his lips and bit the snow-white fish meat.

She was really full. Xin Gan always had a small appetite, but now her belly was filled with so much food from Fu Lang.

After dinner, Fu Lang agreed to send Xing Gan back to the Film Academy.

The car that Fu Lang drove himself was a black Bentley Mulsanne.

When the man leaned over to fasten Xin Gan's seat belt, his slender palm suddenly fell on her lower abdomen. Fu Lang's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he raised his lips and smiled beautifully and wickedly: "It seems that our baby is very full. If you don't know, you would think there is a baby here."

Of course, it has to be his kind.

Fu Lang doesn’t like children very much and finds their noise annoying, but it doesn’t matter if it’s with her.

He was happy to do his part.

"Fu Lang, you are so annoying, don't touch me." Xin Gan pushed the man's hand away in embarrassment. Her delicate and beautiful little face was full of anger, yet charming.

Xin Gan was annoyed when Fu Lang said such things, as it reminded her of how Fu Lang forced her to get pregnant in her previous life and how they reveled every night.

The girl patted the back of his hand tenderly, but Fu Lang still inserted the seat belt buckle slowly.

The man leaned over half his body, his black shirt seemed to have a high-end texture with dark light flowing through it, and the cedar fragrance on his body was clear and gorgeous, wrapping around the tangerine, so his usually casual voice became affectionate: "Don't worry, you are still so young, I won't let you have a baby for the time being."