CEO's Forced Love

The hotel lobby.

Secretary Jingxing was in a stalemate with the reception desk because of the check-in problem.

"Haven't checked in yet?"

A deep, cold voice sounded behind him.

Jingxing turned around and saw his president standing there.

In particular, seeing Huo Mo Ting's face as cold and gloomy as December, before he asked, he honestly explained: "Mr. Huo, the suite you used to live in... Was booked tonight."

Huo moting has a bad habit. Every time he goes to a city, he will determine a fixed Hotel and room. He will make an appointment in advance before coming next time. If he changes his room casually, he will lose sleep all night.

Jing regretted his carelessness and looked carefully at Huo moting.

Although the president looks gentle, it doesn't mean he must be a good friend.

Just like now, he looked at himself quietly and didn't say anything, but he had made himself feel pressure.

"President..."

Jingxing just wanted to make a review of his dereliction of duty, and Huo moting had come to the service desk.

There is a gold card on the marble table.

"Arrange another top-level Sea View Suite for the guest in that room, and all his expenses tonight are charged to my account."

The man who looked gloomy the moment before has regained his dignity and composure.

As soon as he stopped there, his black suit and white shirt were clean and tidy, and there was no superfluous decoration. It was more eye-catching than the crystal light, and his generous hand also attracted other female guests to stare at him.

"I'll go back to my room in ten minutes." Huo moting pushed the gold card forward with his slender fingers.

The receptionist's attitude has changed 180 degrees.

"Yes, sir. Just a moment. I'll solve the problem of changing your room right away."

Jian Huan came out of the hotel and was blown by the night wind. Ben's dizzy brain was a little sober. It was too dark to find Ye Zhiqiu's car for a while.

"Miss, wait!"

Jane Huan looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and a big belly running towards him.

"Miss, did you drop this?" the man was sweating and handed over a crystal hairpin.

Although Jane Huan drank too much, she didn't recognize her own things.

She shook her head, "you're mistaken, it's not mine." then she rubbed her swollen forehead and asked the man, "do you know where the parking lot is?"

"Oh, I'm familiar with this. Come with me!"

Looking at the man's sincere smile and the magnificent hotel, Jane Huan nodded gratefully: "please."

"You're welcome. Come on, I'll take you there."

After walking for a while, Jane Huan noticed something wrong and refused to go again: "did you take the wrong way?"

"Why? The parking lot is right there."

Jane Huan wanted to turn back. Suddenly, she was dizzy and lost consciousness.

A lengthened black car came and stopped slowly. The rear window came down. The man in the car was about 50 years old. His facial features were rough. He smoked a cigar between his fingers. He squinted at Jane Huan: "are you sure it's her?"

"Yes, I saw with my own eyes that President Huo looked ugly after her."

Boss Liu nodded with satisfaction.

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When Jian Huan woke up, there was only one feeling. It was uncomfortable. The whole person seemed to be in the double sky of ice and fire, and his mouth was very dry.

The head is swollen and painful, dizzy, and the scenery in front of me is in a trance. I can't really see it.

There seemed to be a sound of water in her ears. Jian Huan turned over and the man had rolled down on the carpet.

She wanted to drink water. In a daze, she noticed the semi frosted glass door with the light on. The sound of water came from the inside - it was the bathroom.

There is water in the bathroom. She must soak in cold water and take a good bath

Just as her hand touched the door handle, the door opened first, and a burst of heat with the smell of shower gel came to her face.

She had just left in such a hurry that she had no time to stop. She fell headlong towards the visitor and bumped into a bosom.

The waist was bound by a strong force.

Jane Huan first saw the bath towel around his waist, then the flat and textured compound muscle, and then up, the strong and hard Hun chamber. She slowly raised her head, and a man's face became clearer and clearer in her blurred vision.

His dark hair was wet, and transparent drops of water trickled from the tip of his hair, flowing through the bridge of his tall dragonfly's nose, thin lips and beautiful chin towards the protruding Adam's apple. Jane Huan stared at him in a daze. The face in front of her slowly overlapped with the cold handsome face in her memory

Huo moting looked at the unconscious Jian Huan, subconsciously hugged her waist, and then frowned.

When did he have more people in his room? Still a unkempt woman!

He was just about to push away the woman who was paralyzed like soft mud on his body and called to ask Jingxing how to do things. A burst of fragrance unique to women surrounded him. He was stunned, but the woman in his arms had surrounded his neck and called him low: "husband..."