CEO's Forced Love

Obviously like him, but also say those words against their conscience. Women are duplicity and like to play hard to get.

If other women had played these tricks with him now, he would have thrown them out of bed.

Jane Huan didn't see any movement from the man for a long time. She couldn't help struggling again, but she was pressed hard by him and couldn't move at once.

Huo Mo Ting frowned, his voice was low, like a reprimand, but with a warmth: "like is like, what is hard? I won't laugh at you."

Jane Huan was stunned and spent five seconds to aftertaste the meaning of Huo moting's sentence.

Huo moting felt that she was too direct and hurt her self-esteem, but he was so direct in his work. He hasn't met anyone who can make him learn euphemism in recent years. Look at her again. In her early twenties, he is the age who wants to be respected by others

When I was her age, I couldn't allow others to question me.

Huo moting's right hand let go of Jian Huan and raised it to touch her stunned little face, "reading words is as stupid as you..."

Before he finished, Huo Mo Ting felt a hot pain in the corner of his right eye. Jian Huan punched too fast. When he reacted, the man had been overthrown by Jian Huan on the bed. The latter sat on his waist, picked up a pillow and hit him hard: "who likes you! Who likes you! Call you narcissistic and call you stinky!"

As usual, Jian Huan would never dare to do this to Huo moting, but now she is angry and her hands and feet are out of control.

Since I don't like her, why do I always come to annoy her? How dare you make fun of her now!

The initial grievances turned into resentment, and Jian Huan started more and more seriously, from the initial refutation to anger.

Huo Mo Ting was just punched by Jian Huan, and she couldn't believe it. For a moment, she took advantage of the loophole and crushed him on the bed. He didn't know the boudoir fun of men and women playing in bed, but Jian Huan's action now is obviously not to flirt with him, but to beat him to death.

He is not a man with a good temper. On the contrary, he is gloomy and most people can't stand it.

He was severely hit several times. When Jian Huan hit her head again with a pillow, he put his hand on her wrist, held her waist with the other hand, and easily leaned over to press Jian Huan back under himself. "Enough?!" his action was a little confused, and Jian Huan's head knocked on the bed cabinet.

"Bang!" a heavy muffled sound echoed in the bedroom.

The violent impact came from her forehead. After Jane Huan's brief dizziness, there was unbearable pain. The pillow in her hand had already fallen to the ground. Her hands were clamped by Huo Mo ting and held over her head. The extremely heavy strength of her wrist and the swelling and pain of her forehead made her tears fall like broken pearls.

Huo Mo Ting stopped, gasped and looked down at Jian Huan's weeping face. For a moment, he was a little overwhelmed and impatient.

This kind of crying, plus this time, Jian Huan cried twice in front of him. The other time... Was the morning in Qinyuan villa.

"What are you crying for? Such a big man still cries!" the first half of the sentence has not changed, but the second half of the sentence is the opposite difference, with unconscious tenderness.

Jane Huan was hurt by him and cried even more. Just now she cried silently, and now she cries "wow".

The whole bedroom was her uncontrollable sobbing, wantonly and with endless sadness, as if she was venting something.

Huo Mo Ting was upset by her crying, but he didn't know how to appease him. He just said in a hard voice, "cry again and throw you out of bed!"

Instead of being frightened, Jian Huan cried louder and louder, and the whole person trembled slightly because of sobbing.

Her long hair was in a mess because of the fight just now. Her forehead was red and swollen, her nose was red, and tears kept sliding out of the corners of her eyes. With each drop, Huo Mo Ting's heart was more impatient, but she had to stretch out her hand to rub the wound on her forehead, "it hurts?"

The woman who was still crying faintly suddenly grabbed his hand and accurately bit his little finger to palmar muscle.

Huo Mo Ting frowned. She bit a little hate. He even felt that sharp teeth pierced into the skin and flesh, but he didn't slap her away. Instead, he lowered his head and quietly looked at her little ruthlessness that wanted to bite his hand off.