Attack of the Adorable Kid: President Daddy's Infinite Pampering

Bo Shaoxiu did not know whether to feel happy or sad.

Nan Zhi had come, but it was for the diary, not for him.

He didn't know whether to laugh, or scream in rage. It had already been four years, but the pain was as fresh as the day she had left. He had wooed her for two years but his status in her heart was not comparable to a faded, yellowing diary.

It was clear how important that person was to her.

But it did not matter. If he could not get her heart, he would make do with her body. Bo Shaoxiu checked out Nan Zhi secretly. She was wearing a coat and jeans, wrapping herself up tightly.

But the more he could not see anything, the more he wanted to peel her off, layer by layer, and see the beautiful scenery inside.

The image of Nan Zhi's gracefulness wearing a dress appeared in Bo Shaoxiu's mind, making his throat tickle.

Nan Yao was pregnant and he could not touch her for the first three months. He missed the taste of women, especially Nan Zhi, who he had never laid his hands on.

His eyes raked over her body hungrily. She was fairer than Nan Yao, more beautiful, tall and slender and seeing her now, would be gentler and more compatible in bed. He could see her, writhing beneath him, moaning as their bodies moved together. His throat tightened.

Seeing how Bo Shaoxiu was looking at her with lustful eyes, Nan Zhi smirked coldly.

"Where's the diary?"

Bo Shaoxiu threw the towel off his hands and came close to Nan Zhi, he was like a stalking panther to its prey. Nan Zhi backed away until her back hit the cabinet.

Bo Shaoxiu placed both of his hands at the sides of Nan Zhi, trapping her between his arms and the cabinet. His brown eyes stared at her intently. "Zhizhi, Sijing has already been locked in the police station for three days, how long are you planning to keep her there?"

Nan Zhi found it funny. "I am not the young lady of the Nan family anymore, how could I possibly influence the police to do my bidding?"

"Nan Yao said you…"

Nan Zhi knew what he wanted to say. She raised her slender fingers and tapped lightly upon his chest. "Shaoxiu, why do you believe whatever Nan Yao says? If I am really financially supported by an old man, why would I still go for the anchor interview? Wouldn't I just stay at home and enjoy a happy life?"

Bo Shaoxiu felt that what Nan Zhi said was also reasonable, but…

"She saw you getting in a Lykan Hypersports sports car."

"Oh, that was the friend of my best friend."

Bo Shaoxiu knew Nan Zhi had two best friends, Yanran was a reporter and the other, Qin Yubing, was in the entertainment industry. It was not impossible for the two of them to know rich people.

"Don't you know your sister's temper? Maybe she offended some influential person, and they used this chance to punish her. Don't blame everything on me."

Bo Shaoxiu understood the implied meaning of Nan Zhi's words. He lips curled and he smiled in delight. "So, you are not financially supported by an old man?"

"Of course not."

Bo Shaoxiu looked at her innocent and charming face, and swallowed. He reached out and picked up the glass of red wine on the cabinet. "Zhizhi, drink this up and I'll return the diary to you."

Nan Zhi took the wine, her long eyelashes lowered slightly and she smirked. "What if I don't drink it?"

Bo Shaoxiu released Nan Zhi and went to the bedside table, taking out a yellowing diary and a lighter in his other hand.

"Zhizhi, if you don't drink it, I will burn it now. Count on my words."

Nan Zhi saw the diary which recorded all her secrets during her youth. Numerous recollections surged out from her memory. She was on the verge of tears, but she held them back and downed the red wine in the glass.

Bo Shaoxiu saw Nan Zhi drinking the wine and there was a calculative gleam in his dark brown eyes.

The wine was drugged and even if she was unwilling, she would become his woman tonight.

In the past, he had <anno data-annotation-id="36d8861b-6924-4837-890e-d236b1caa27d">mysophobia</anno> and had been obsessed with cleanliness, but over the past few years, he had played with many women outside, searching desperately for those that looked like Nan Zhi. But those women were all fakes and could never live up to her. Now that the original one was back, he could not wait to taste her.

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