Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Thinking of Fu Lang's training techniques, Xin Gan bit her lips tightly.

She didn't want to try.

……asshole.

"You're cursing me in your heart, aren't you, darling?" Fu Lang lifted her chin and asked lazily, his gorgeous and charming appearance revealing a sense of oppression.

The girl's thick eyelashes flickered, and a hint of guilt was revealed in her slight trembling.

Fu Lang was about to say something.

At this time, there was a rustling sound from the bushes nearby, and a weak cat cry was heard: "Meow~"

Xin Gan's attention was immediately drawn away. She couldn't help but pull the man's sleeve with her little hand and looked towards the bush of thorns. She was full of girlish cuteness: "Fu Lang, cat..."

Fu Lang turned her little face back and asked Xin Gan to look at him, "What cat? Don't try to change the subject. Tell me how to settle the account of scolding me in your heart..."

"Fu Lang, there really is a cat."

The girl's watery eyes sparkled with a radiant color that made Fu Lang feel that it was more beautiful than any diamond she had ever received.

Fu Lang pressed his tongue against his teeth and cursed "fuck" in his heart.

What kind of cat is this? It's always causing trouble for me.

However, it did not stop Xin Gan from going to see the cat.

With her slender hands she pushed aside the low bushes, and saw a skinny orange cat curled up inside, licking its dull fur. Upon seeing a stranger, it immediately arched its back and took a defensive posture. Xin Gan noticed that the orange cat's fluffy white belly was abnormally bulging, as if it was pregnant.

The orange cat was shy and made a low warning "meow" from its throat, but one of its hind legs was injured, and before it could run away, the man grabbed it by the back of the neck and lifted the whole cat up gently.

"This cat is quite fierce." Fu Lang held the cat, then stood up and looked at Xin Gan, smiling nonchalantly: "I didn't even bother to be fierce to you, but it was rude."

Xin Gan: “…”

She thought to herself, you have bullied me a lot too.

The tip of my heart felt like it was scratched by something, and it felt slightly itchy.

Seeing Fu Lang shaking the cat, with its legs dangling helplessly in the air and making plaintive cries, Xin Gan immediately said, "Fu Lang, don't shake it like that."

There was a hint of anger in the voice.

As she spoke, the girl reached out to hug the cat.

Fu Lang stepped forward, grabbed Xin Gan's arm, and asked her to put her hands around his waist. He tutted lazily and said, "If you want to hug me, just say so earlier."

A proud expression that says "I allow you to hug me, go ahead and hug me as you like."

Xin Gan was surprised at first, and then someone made her laugh. She slapped Fu Lang with her little hand, bit her lip and said angrily, "...Who wants to hug you? I'm talking about the cat!"

"Don't be anxious, baby. I'm not not giving it to you." Fu Lang laughed softly in his throat, then stuffed the cat into Xin Gan's arms.

Xin Gan held the orange cat in his arms, and the tips of his ears felt a little hot.

Perhaps because it knew who had saved it from the "claws", the orange cat lay in the girl's arms and was unexpectedly well-behaved.

"Its leg is injured, and it's pregnant with kittens. I don't know how long it has been wandering. It's so thin because of hunger. The weather will get colder and colder. If it keeps wandering outside, it will be hard for the cat and its babies to survive..." Xin Gan checked the injuries on the orange cat's body, her dark eyebrows slightly frowned, her tone full of worry and depression.

It is undeniable that Xin Gan was overwhelmed with sympathy when he saw the kitten suffering.

At this time, Fu Lang lifted his thin white eyelids, with a casual smile on his lips, and said: "Then keep it."