CEO's Forced Love

"What kind of people have come to our house to play rogue! He! It's really the same!"

When Jianhuan returned to the villa, she heard the loud voice of old lady Yan throwing her cup on the tea table.

The words full of contempt, even if they had been used to listening, would still penetrate into her heart like a thorn.

"Huanhuan, has your uncle and aunt gone?"

Seeing Jian Huan at the entrance, Jiang Yingmei quickly grabbed the conversation and stopped her mother-in-law from saying worse words.

And old Mrs. Yan tilted her eyes, Jane Huan, and gave a heavy cold hum.

Jian Huan chuckled at the gentle Jiang Yingmei, then changed her shoes and went in to the old lady Yan who didn't start. Even if she didn't know in advance, she was still surnamed Jane and couldn't erase her identity as Jane Qiuhua's niece.

"I'm sorry about today. They won't bother you again in the future..."

"Ah... Mom, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yingmei cried out with her mouth covered. She couldn't believe her mother-in-law would do this.

Mrs. Yan put down the empty tea cup and stared coldly at Jian Huan with water dripping from the tip of her hair and tea on her cheeks: "next time? Listen to me. Don't bring your poor relatives to our Yan's house all day. It hasn't been enough autumn wind for 20 years. Now you still want to join our Yan family. It's a big smile!"

The door of the villa suddenly opened with a "click".

"Young master, are you back?" Aunt Xue greeted her as if she saw the Savior.

Jane Huan clenched her hands and the tea went into her eyes. It was so bitter that she turned around and saw a tall and slender figure standing there.

Yan Jingshen stood at the door, holding the key in his hand. The sun came behind him. His cold and fierce outline became more and more clear.

Jane Huan looked at Yan Jingshen in a charcoal gray suit, raised her hand, wiped the water off her eyelashes, and walked out.

"Look, look, what kind of education and attitude!"

Old Mrs. Yan rose angrily. Why did their Yan Family spread this lost star?!

Jiang Yingyang quickly held the angry old lady Yan: "Mom, you calm down. Huanhuan didn't mean to..."

"She didn't mean it. She meant it. She wanted to annoy my old woman so that she could move into this house!"

Jane Huan stopped at the door of the living room for a while. She suddenly turned back and looked at Mrs. Yan angrily. "If I really couldn't wait to move in, I wouldn't go that year. Don't forget, I'm the granddaughter-in-law of the Yan Family appointed by my grandfather."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Yan raised the volume, harsh and out of control.

Jane Huan gently pulled up the corners of her lips, "it's not interesting, but to tell you a fact."

"You... You... You..." old lady Yan turned her eyes and almost fainted.

Jane Huan didn't want to stay in this suffocating place. Ignoring the more and more unbearable scolding of Mrs. Yan, she turned around and walked to the door with her bag. She didn't stop for a moment even after passing through Yan's depth of field.

"Britain and the United States, look at her. How can there be such a shameless woman?" old Mrs. Yan pulled her daughter-in-law's sleeve and was angry: "our Yan family is a big family with a head and a face in Fengcheng. Such women from the mountains must not enter the Yan Family!"

Jiang Yingmei stuck there in embarrassment. It was neither helping this nor that. He couldn't help looking at his son.

Yan Jingshen was tall and tall. His straight suit set off his extraordinary temperament. His thin lips under the bridge of Junting's nose closed in a straight line. He stood by the door with the bag in one hand and the car key in the other, without saying any words of comfort.

Mrs. Yan also turned her attention to her grandson and thought that her excellent grandson was tied to the marriage certificate by the mediocre woman of Jian Huan. She hated Jian Huan a little more and couldn't help complaining with Yan Jing again.

"Depth of field, you're back! The woman just now..."

"If I remember correctly, grandma and grandpa made a fortune from collecting junk when they were young."

Yan Jingshen's words made Mrs. Yan's face suddenly change. I can't believe that her grandson would help the woman run on her. Yan Jingshen has turned out of the door under her stunned gaze, and didn't even change the cotton mop.