Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

She was also adorable and silly, and was so confused by Fu Lang's coaxing that she couldn't react for a moment and asked in a baby voice how she could help.

Fu Lang wrapped his big hand around Xing Gan's white and tender little hand and moved to the cold metal buckle.

Xin Gan closed her eyes in fear, her lips soft and her voice trembling, "No, Fu Lang, I can't do this..."

She was panicked and confused, and struggled to pull her hand back, then took out a pack of tissues from the velvety white bag. It was in pink packaging and smelled like roses.

Xin Gan threw it to him like a hot potato. His face was flushed with red. He was panicked and embarrassed. He almost bit his tongue and stumbled, "You, you...solve it yourself!"

Fu Lang lowered his eyes to glance at the pack of pink tissues stuffed into his hands, then raised his eyes to look at the girl who was forced to sit in his arms, feeling a little uneasy, with her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings. He poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and laughed hoarsely, "Baby, I didn't expect... you are quite knowledgeable."

Fu Lang took the pack of pink tissues and put it aside. He placed one hand on her slender waist and slowly stroked the white waist that was accidentally exposed with his cool fingertips.

In the past, Xin Gan liked to wear skirts the most. After she met Fu Lang in her rebirth, she dared not show her legs and feet to him, fearing that he would covet her face and body and arouse his lust. The Film Academy also has clothing matching courses. In the future, if she wants to enter the entertainment industry to film, fashion taste is also very important on the big screen. Xin Gan cannot deliberately buy ugly clothes.

So today, Xin Gan wore a pink and white diamond-patterned short top and a pair of light blue jeans, with the trouser legs slightly spread out in the shape of a morning glory.

She had tried her best to dress obediently and conservatively, but because her top was short and high-waisted, any big movements would reveal her beautiful white waistline and small and cute belly button.

The man's fingertips carelessly rubbed it, causing a slight burning sensation.

Fu Lang's throat moved slightly, and he lowered his voice, but he couldn't help but reveal a hint of smile, and a sense of oppression: "Who taught you, huh?"

In Fu Lang's heart, she should be a girl who knows nothing, the kind of girl who has never experienced the world of love and has never been tainted by the world.

You actually know this?

Men find it interesting.

There's even a kind of...contrasting cuteness.

However, it was not him who added the first touch of color to this pure white, which inevitably made Fu Lang feel unhappy.

Xin Gan's body trembled slightly. After being teased by him like this, she was so embarrassed that she almost cried.

Isn't it because he taught me in my previous life...

Thinking of this, Xin Gan bit her lips which were still bright red, and wanted to call him a bad guy...

She didn't want to know such embarrassing things, but every color of her was taught and adjusted by Fu Lang himself.

Fu Lang suddenly hugged her, bent down to kiss her black hair, wiped away the teardrop on her cheek, and coaxed her softly, "Okay, okay, don't cry. I won't tease you anymore. Can I not ask you to help me?"

"...Really?" Xin Gan sobbed, tears still hanging on her cheeks and tears glistening on her eyelashes. To be honest, Xin Gan didn't quite believe him in her heart.

It's not like Fu Lang had never forced her before. Fu Lang himself said that he could give in to her at other times, but not at that time, so it was useless for her to cry and beg for mercy.

Xin Gan couldn't believe that he would be soft-hearted towards her.

The girl's eyes were filled with sparkling watery light. She must not know that this look of hers would only make men's desire grow more crazy, otherwise she would not dare to look at herself like this.

Fu Lang's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Well, it's true, but..." The man's white long fingers gently lifted Xin Gan's chin: "Darling, you have to give something in exchange, right?"

As expected, she would never have a chance of winning when negotiating with Fu Lang.

However, as long as it’s not...that, Xin Gan thinks she can do it.

The girl pursed her lips, her eyelashes fluttering, and she mustered up the courage to ask him, "Then what do you want?"

——I want you.

Fu Lang wanted to answer like this, but he twirled the words on his tongue, fearing that such a passionate emotion would scare her, so he finally changed it to: "Let's make a deal. When you go back today, you are not allowed to block me, ignore me, or... hate me."

The man's long fingers lazily inserted into the girl's black hair at the back, stroking it intermittently, like a lover whispering, "Is it okay, darling?"

Xin Gan's slender waist was completely encircled and restrained by Fu Lang, as if Fu Lang would not let her go unless she nodded and said "OK".

She wondered how there could be someone so shameless and domineering, controlling everything and even her emotions. She couldn't control who he liked or hated.

The girl's soft and tender voice concealed a hint of annoyance: "Fu Lang, how can you be so overbearing..."

Fu Lang's lips were pulled into a thin arc, and he said in a casual and frivolous tone: "I can't help it. Who told me that I am not a good person?"

He held up the girl's face with one hand and stroked her pink cheek. The man said lazily with a smile, "But, our darling is a good child, very well behaved, and won't lie, right?"

This was not the first time Xin Gan knew about Fu Lang’s shamelessness, but she was still shocked by his shamelessness!

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her cheeks puffed up, and her black, watery eyes were round and round, a bit like the beautiful snow-white fairy cat that Fu Lang raised when he was a child. She was extremely cute in Fu Lang's eyes.

However, in the end, Xin Gan had no way to deal with his shamelessness. She bit her lip and nodded with a slightly humiliated expression.

She was so cute that Fu Lang wanted to take a bite of her little face.

Xin Gan moved his waist and said uncomfortably, "Now, can I get off the car?"

"Don't rub it." Fu Lang's voice suddenly became hoarse. He pinched the girl's white and soft waist with his palm and ordered: "Good baby, call me brother before leaving."

Xin Gan didn't want to shout, so she clenched her fists, wanting to reward him: "Fu Lang, don't go too far..."

He is always pushing his limits!

"How is it too much to call me brother? It's not like I haven't called you that before." Fu Lang raised his eyebrows, his eyes and eyebrows were extremely gorgeous and casual. Finally, the man's eyes darkened a little bit, and he said dangerously: "Or... were you lying to me just now? Are you perfunctory to me?"

Fu Lang's face darkened. When he was really angry, he was still very scary. At least Xin Gan didn't dare to provoke him at this time.

"No!" Xin Gan really had no intention of lying to him. She quickly shook her head and explained softly, "Fu Lang, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

Fu Lang lifted her snow-white chin, looking into Xin Gan's eyes with a bit of force, "Then my dear, call me one."

Xin Gan didn't dare to look the man in the eye. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and even her voice was full of shame: "Fu Lang... Brother Fu Lang."

Fu Lang leaned forward and lowered his head, gently kissing the girl's trembling eyelashes, a smile spreading from his throat: "My dear, you are so good."

Finally, it was Fu Lang who held her hand and pressed the central lock button on the left hand side. After the car door opened, Xin Gan hurriedly got off the man's legs and almost fell down. Fu Lang supported her from behind the waist and said, "Be careful."

Xin Gan didn't dare to look down at him at all, and didn't care that her long black hair was messed up by Fu Lang, her pink and white diamond-patterned short-sleeved shirt was slightly raised, and her red face. She turned around and was about to "escape".

"Wait." Xin Gan was stopped by Fu Lang, and had to stop, "Fu Lang, what do you want to..." do again?

Before she could utter the last three words, Xin Gan felt the man's hand fall on her waist.

Fu Lang had lit another cigarette at some point and held it between the long fingers of his right hand. The hand holding the cigarette was used to roll up Xin Gan's raised hem little by little, straightening it out to cover the beautiful, slender waist that she had accidentally exposed.

The smoke did not touch her, but Xin Gan felt as if the skin touched by the man's fingertips was burned, and it was incredibly hot.

"Your waist is exposed." Fu Lang said casually after he had tidied her clothes.

Xin Gan was startled, and her eyelashes fluttered. It turned out that he was...

Even though she was trained by Fu Lang for a long time in her previous life, and wore clothes that were not her style according to the man's orders, some of which were seductive and even coquettish. Of course, the last type she only wore for Fu Lang to see...it couldn't change Xin Gan's immature and conservative nature.

She never criticizes other people's dressing style because it is their freedom, but she herself does not like to expose too much, and this pink and white diamond-patterned short top does not require her to deliberately expose her waist.

If Fu Lang hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have noticed that her waist was exposed.

"...Thank you." Xin Gan thanked him politely and softly.

At this moment, Fu Lang was sitting in the car, and Xin Gan was standing outside. The man bit the cigarette back to his lips, raised his lazy eyebrows to look at her, and smiled: "If you want to thank me, why not kiss your brother?"

Xin Gan: “…”

She knew it.

Fu Lang never knew what being polite meant.

"...No!" Xin Gan refused with a red face and ran away.

Fu Lang lazily clicked his tongue, what a heartless boy, he ran away after teasing me.

That shy thank you made me love it so much.

After closing the car door, Fu Lang glanced down, picked up the pack of rose-scented pink tissues, and played with it in his hands.

Suddenly the man cursed with a low laugh, "Fuck."

Give him some wrapping paper, this little thing is really... great.

However, in the end, Fu Lang lost interest. Of course, he did not throw away the package of rose-scented paper, but kept it as a gift.

Fu Lang touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his eyes were filled with strong paranoid desire and a kind of determination to win. The man's breathing rose and fell, and he thought:

Sooner or later, he would ask her to use this "gift" just as she had given it to him!