Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

In his past life, Fu Lang had never told Xin Gan about this. In this life, Fu Lang seemed to have taken out a bright red, hot heart from his chest and presented it to her without any defense.

The kind-hearted girl felt a little at a loss as to what to do.

A trace of confusion flashed across Xin Gan's dark and watery eyes. She bit her lip, still subconsciously wanting to push him away.

It's like rejecting such a passionate and intense love.

"Don't move." Fu Lang said in a hoarse voice, his eyes as dark as spilled ink.

So, Xin Gan really didn't dare to move anymore.

She was not a girl who knew nothing about anything. On the contrary, Xin Gan was very familiar with it.

Her slender white hands clenched the black collar of Fu Lang's shirt, and she wanted to move her body away from him, but she didn't dare to move around for fear of sparking a bigger fire.

Xin Gan felt like crying, and even when she called his name, she cried in annoyance, "Fu Lang..."

Fu Lang stroked her long black hair on her back, and his long fingers with beautiful joints loosely inserted into the girl's black hair, with a touch of moving and tender pity. His voice was filled with lust, but it was suppressed by something deeper, so his tone was restrained. "Sorry, I can't control it either."

The sweet and soft beauty in his arms was his precious treasure that he dreamed of desecrating and touching, but he, Fu Lang, was never a saint, so he let his desires run wild.

Xin Gan felt that Fu Lang just thought that she didn’t understand and was deliberately bullying her, but Xin Gan was not really... a blank slate.

She bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, feeling ashamed and annoyed inwardly: Fu Lang is just a hooligan!

Xin Gan was so angry that her eyes turned red and a cherry mark appeared on her lips. She angrily hit the man's shoulder with her little hand, "Then put me down! I want to get off!"

She didn't want to sit on Fu Lang's lap anymore.

Xin Gan felt very dangerous and uncomfortable, making her feel uneasy.

Fu Lang held her soft waist tightly, and sat lazily on the black leather seat. His handsome appearance was stained with lust and desire, and he was still a shrewd capitalist. Even though he was forbearing and restraining himself at this moment, he did not forget to negotiate with his beloved, "I let you out of the car, but you run away without looking back, what should I do?"

Being hit on the spot, Xin Gan's face stiffened slightly, "..."

That's exactly what she was thinking just now.

After getting off the car, she would definitely run as far away as possible and not want to see this bastard again!

However, what you think is one thing, and being exposed is another.

Xin Gan lowered his eyelashes, hiding the trace of guilt in his eyes.

Fu Lang lazily clicked his tongue and pinched the girl's face, "So, you really think so and plan to do this, right?"

Xin Gan thought to himself, this can’t be blamed on her, it’s his own fault…this is what happened.

"Blame me." As if he knew what Xin Gan was thinking, the man said in a low and deep voice: "I scared you. But..."

Xin Gan was quite surprised at first. Fu Lang actually admitted that it was his fault?

But, as soon as the word "but" came out, she felt that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, Fu Lang dragged out his voice, raised his lips and smiled, with a kind of flavor that turned everyone upside down, and said word by word: "Who told you to seduce me first."

Xin Gan's eyes widened instantly, she felt so wronged, her cheeks puffed up with anger, and even her tone was filled with exclamation marks, "Fu Lang, how could I seduce you?!"

"You did." Fu Lang said seriously, his slender white fingers casually curling up a strand of Xin Gan's hair, and said lazily, "Your hair just touched my face and fell into my hand. Your hair seduced me."

Xin Gan was shocked by the man's shamelessness. Could she be blamed for this?

However, on second thought, it doesn't seem strange.

In his previous life, Fu Lang always liked to find such weird reasons to sleep with her.

But, I'm still very angry.

Xin Gan clenched her fists and said in a shameful and annoyed way, "...it's because you are not determined enough."

She wanted to say something else, but the man suddenly pulled Xin Gan into his arms, rubbed her head, hugged her, and pressed her against his chest, "Yes."

"I am weak-willed, but you are also wrong—"

Without waiting for Xin Gan to refute, he continued, "Who told you to be so pretty and well-behaved? It's not just your hair, your whole body is seducing me."

Finally, Fu Lang's voice fell from above his head, like a tenderness kneaded into the Milky Way:

"My dear, you standing there is the strongest and most powerful aphrodisiac in the world to me."

The man's voice suddenly lowered, his throat slid, and a hoarse and low smile appeared in his voice: "So, you just limp in front of me, showing your waist, and even put your hair on my face... You are also responsible for me being like this, right?"

Fu Lang has always been good at manipulating people's hearts and confusing right and wrong. How could a good girl like Xin Gan be his opponent?

As he spoke, Xin Gan felt as if he did have some responsibility.

She actually forgot that he was the one who didn't open the car door for her first.

Her eyelashes flickered a few times, her beautiful eyes revealed a trace of guilt, and she said in a weak voice: "Then...what do you want to do?"

Fu Lang raised his lips, casually and frivolously, "Help me."