Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

The man's tone contained obvious nervousness, and there was a hint of hostility at the end, as if if Xin Gan said "yes", he would roll up his sleeves and beat the other person to vent her anger.

Don't ask why, don't ask right or wrong.

As long as she says "yes".

Xin Gan's nose felt slightly sour, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart seemed to be soaked in soft and warm water.

In fact, for the first time in her short life, she felt such obvious... preference.

Yes, preference.

Of course, grandma loves her too.

However, this love will also be shared with my cousin Xin Ju who is of the same age. Even though grandma always loves her more in private, she must be consistent and impartial on the surface.

When she was young, Xin Gan was the kind of child who believed that "the crying child gets candy". If her cousin Xin Ju bullied her, Xin Gan would complain to the adults.

Whenever grandma wants to punish my cousin, my aunt will always stand up and protect her unconditionally, but she... doesn't have a mother who can protect her children like that.

My aunt is not a bad person, but she is sharp-tongued. She once said to young Xin Gan, "Your grandma will have to rely on our family for her old age. Xin Gan, you don't want your grandma to be left alone when she gets old, right? Then be a good kid. It's just a prank. Don't always complain to your grandma. Got it?"

From then on, Xin Gan never told her grandmother about the bullying by her cousin. She didn't want her grandmother to be caught between her two granddaughters, so she forced herself to be sensible.

...

"Darling, say something!" Fu Lang's voice sounded a little panicked after not hearing her speak for a long time.

Xin Gan sniffed and spoke with a faint cry: "...I'm fine. Fu Lang, I wasn't bullied. I just fell and it hurts a little."

However, after her explanation, Fu Lang's attitude not only did not soften, but his brows furrowed even deeper, and his expression became more solemn, as if Xin Gan had not fallen but been hit by a car.

"Where is it? Tell me the address. Just stay there and I'll bring the doctor over."

Xin Gan opened his lips.

Ah, doctor...

That's not necessary.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "Fu Lang, no need for a doctor, I just fell down..."

Finally, Fu Lang promised her not to bring a doctor, and Xin Gan told her the address.

I don’t know how fast the man drove the car, but it didn’t take long for Fu Lang to arrive.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his whole face was visibly irritated. It was not until his eyes caught sight of the beautiful and delicate girl sitting by the flower bed that the strong hostility and irritability in Fu Lang dissipated a little.

The man walked up to Xin Gan in a few steps.

Xin Gan hugged her knees in a daze until a shadow fell on her head. She raised her little face, as if she didn't expect him to appear so soon, and called out in a silly and cute way: "...Fu Lang?"

The girl has a pretty face and wet eyelashes, like a beautiful, soft, white fairy cat that got lost and became a stray kitten. She looks kind of pitiful and cute.

The man's throat rolled, and an emotion called heartache shook in his chest. He half-knelt down in front of her: "Yes, it's me, I'm here. Where did you fall, darling?"

Fu Lang didn't dare to touch her for a moment, not knowing where she fell.

Seeing that Fu Lang did not bring a doctor, Xin Gan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why she listened to Fu Lang. Fu Lang told her not to walk around here, so she waited here obediently.

In fact, it wasn’t that serious. She could take some time off and take the bus back to the Film Academy by herself.

So, facing Fu Lang's nervousness, Xin Gan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said a little embarrassedly: "...It's just hands and knees."

Xin Gan wondered if her fall was really not serious and whether Fu Lang would think she was making a big deal out of nothing.

It's like a crying child, thinking he was bullied, but it turns out that his lollipop just fell on the ground.

Xin Gan is no longer the child who would get candy if she cried when she was young. She always doesn’t want to trouble others.

She pursed her lips and said, "Fu Lang, I'm fine, really. In fact, you don't have to come..."

She originally didn't want to be too entangled or involved with Fu Lang in her next life, but it seemed...

I owe him more and more.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I would have left you here alone if I hadn't come. Do you think I would be willing to do that, huh?" Fu Lang gritted his teeth, as if he was angry that she said that, but... he was reluctant to be angry with her.

Xin Gan felt a little hot at the tip of his ears. He pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Let me see your hand." Fu Lang frowned, first lightly touched the scratch on her arm with his hand, and then tried to roll up Xin Gan's trouser legs.

"What are you doing?" Xin Gan was a little scared and didn't want him to touch her, but Fu Lang grabbed the girl's ankles, let her legs rest on his knees, and said in a deep voice: "Don't move."

With a firm attitude, he rolled up his trouser legs little by little, revealing his smooth calves and knees.

The girl's white and tender legs were like the finest mutton-fat jade. In his previous life, Fu Lang loved to caress and play with them and let her wrap them around his waist.

Xin Gan's legs and feet were so sexy that he would feel lustful whenever he saw them.

Apart from the first time they met after his rebirth, when Xin Gan came out of the bathroom wearing a white skirt and Fu Lang caught a glimpse of her, this was the second time he had seen a girl's legs.

However, at this moment Fu Lang had no desire at all, only heartache.

The girl was wearing shoes, and her slender feet and ankles were wrapped in snow-white socks. Her trouser legs were rolled up, leaving a bloody wound on her delicate, snow-white kneecap, which looked somewhat shocking.

Fu Lang didn't even dare to touch it.

If such an injury happened to him, Fu Lang wouldn't even frown, but when it happened to his beloved, he couldn't bear it.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Lang frowned tightly, and Xin Gan's eyelashes trembled slightly, "... a little."

"Is this what you call not serious?" The man's tone suddenly became a little fierce.

Strangely, Xin Gan was not afraid of him at all. She reached out and tugged at the man's sleeve, her voice soft and cute, "It just looks serious, I can still walk... Fu Lang, don't be so fierce."

How could Fu Lang let her leave on her own?

A hand passed through the girl's knees and picked her up, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Her body suddenly flew into the air, and Xin Gan subconsciously hugged his neck. The small bag that was originally on her legs rolled to the ground, and it seemed as if something metallic fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Xin Gan said anxiously, "Fu Lang, my bag."

"Trouble." Fu Lang clicked his tongue, but there was no impatience on his face. He picked up Xin Gan's bag while holding hers.

Drive to the hospital.

After seeing the injuries on Xin Gan's hands and knees, Zuo Chen, who was wearing a white coat, was speechless: "If you had come a little later for this injury, then..."

"So what?" Fu Lang thought it was serious.

"It just fucking healed." Dean Zuo said expressionlessly, feeling like a victim.

Fu Lang, this bastard, does he know how expensive his expert appointment is? He had to have someone bring him here, only to have his beloved little baby treated for a fall?!

Fu Lang, "..."

Xin Gan's face suddenly turned red, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Doctor Zuo, I..."

Zuo Chen would never hold back when scolding his bad friend Fu Lang, but Xin Gan was such a well-behaved girl that he couldn't bear to bully her.

Zuo Chen cleared his throat and said, "There's no need to say sorry. I was just joking with Fu Lang. Although your injury is not serious, you still need to do some debridement and apply medicine."

When cleaning the wound, you must first use a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to wipe off the clotted blood on the knee.

When alcohol touches the wound, it causes endless stinging pain.

Xin Gan bit her lips until they turned white. She closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at anything, but she was very brave and didn't say a word.

Fu Lang took the girl's head and held it in his arms, frowning at Zuo Chen and said, "Can't you be a little more gentle?"