Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Xin Gan's cheeks hurt slightly, her watery eyes were confused, her eyelashes trembled, and she said softly, "...it hurts."

I don’t know whether it hurt from his bite or from my lower abdomen.

Fu Lang buttoned up Xin Gan's windbreaker one by one, and carried her from the back seat to the passenger seat. Xin Gan was wrapped in a black windbreaker, with only a section of her snow-white naked calves exposed. She sat there very obediently. Fu Lang fastened her seat belt, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll let you go for the night. Shall we go home now?"

After all the trouble tonight and the drinking, Xin Gan was so sleepy that her eyelids drooped little by little. Her brain had stopped working long ago. She didn't hear clearly what the man said, but she subconsciously hummed, her voice small but soft and charming.

When they arrived at the lakeside villa, the girl had fallen asleep with her head against the car window, her eyelashes curled and drooping, her little face flushed, wrapped in his coat, and there was a light pink strawberry mark on her fair neck, which was left by Fu Lang's bite just now. The whole picture gave a feeling of the aftermath of love.

Fu Lang parked the black Bentley on the open-air parking lot of the lakeside villa, turned his head from the driver's seat, and this was the scene that caught his eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled.

Subconsciously, I wanted to reach for a cigarette.

However, the smoke was in the coat.

How could Fu Lang have the heart to disturb a girl who was sleeping soundly?

Finally, he opened a new box from the secret storage compartment in the car, lowered one window, put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.

Fu Lang's shirt was half dry, but a little wrinkled. He casually buttoned up the bottom two or three buttons, revealing his fair and sexy chest, and the faint appearance of his mermaid line extending downwards. He was smoking, and the smoke blurred his handsome eyebrows and eyes. His whole body exuded a sense of unruliness and wildness.

Fu Lang just looked at Xin Gan, his hands on the steering wheel, his brows lazily, and smoked a whole cigarette in the car before he put out the cigarette butt, opened the car door, walked around to the other side, and carried Xin Gan down with his coat wrapped around him.

Xin Gan didn't wake up.

The little face turned around, rubbed against Fu Lang's chest like a cat, and continued to sleep.

Fu Lang's heart was about to melt.

The lights in the lakeside villa were on. Fu Lang approached with Xin Gan in his arms. Aunt Rong came down the steps and greeted him: "Second Young Master, you're back..."

Before she could finish her words, Aunt Rong suddenly saw Fu Lang holding a girl in his arms. The girl was wrapped in a man's coat, and two white naked legs were exposed from the hem of the coat, swaying slightly in the air. Their whiteness was eye-catching, and there seemed to be a circle of faint red marks on the slender ankles... as if they were caused by something.

Aunt Rong was startled and thought with a bit of fear:

The girl fainted and seemed to be naked. Oh my god, could it be that the Second Young Master had committed a crime against her?!

Aunt Rong asked in a trembling voice: "Second Young Master, who is this young lady..."

Aunt Rong's thoughts were written on her face. Fu Lang glanced at her, and touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, feeling a little unhappy.

Is it possible that the word "beast" is clearly written on his face? Why does everyone who sees him think he is a beast?

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Fu Lang tutted, his deep voice carrying a hint of warning, "I'd like to commit a crime against her, but she's on her period. Aunt Rong, prepare some clean clothes, put in some hot water, and give her a bath."

Aunt Rong was relieved when she heard this. "Okay, Second Young Master, I'll take this lady... What's her name?"

"Xin Gan." Fu Lang held the girl as if she were a treasure and said, "Her name is Xin Gan. She is my sweetheart."