CEO's Forced Love

"I said, why are you so out of tune? Don't you even want to see your grandfather?"

Jane Huan was wronged and covered her arm to explain: "I don't mean that..."

Sitting aside, Huo Mo Ting pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled gently: "maybe I'm here with Nian Yan. She doesn't feel used to it."

This sentence undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Grandma stared at Jian Huan unhappily and restored the warmth of spring when she spoke to Huo moting: "she's so grumpy. What would you like to eat at night, Xiaoting? I asked Huanhuan to buy some at the vegetable market."

"Scrambled eggs with spring bamboo shoots." Huo nianyan shouted eagerly with chopsticks.

Grandma touched his furry little head and couldn't close her mouth with a smile: "I eat this every meal and don't change my taste."

Huo nianyan stuffed a mouthful of eggs and said vaguely, "Grandma's cooking is delicious. I can't get tired of it."

Huo Mo Ting sipped his tea and looked at his son, who coaxed the old man around. He noticed that there were eyes staring at him. He turned his head at will. Jian Huan had carried the dishes and chopsticks and turned out, leaving him a slender figure.

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Grandpa's tombstone is on the hillside of the mountain behind the village. It's the Spring Festival. People often go up the mountain to visit the tomb.

When Jane Huan heard that Huo moting was going to visit the grave, she was very upset because she found that her grandmother had put Huo moting in the position of grandson-in-law.

In front of the tombstone, Huo moting suddenly said to Huo: "go up and kowtow to Grandpa."

The little guy pursed his mouth and looked serious. He really knelt down on the cardboard and kowtowed to the photos on the tombstone.

Grandma's eyes turned red and turned her back to touch the corners of her eyes. When she turned back, her face was a faint smile, and the folds of her eyes glittered in the sun.

Jane Huan looked at the man who offered incense to her grandfather. No matter whether he was acting or not, she had to say that he was very good at buying people's hearts. At least her grandmother was accepted by him.

It was nearly evening when she came down from the mountain. Grandma took the initiative to ask Huo moting: "Xiaoting, when are you going back?"

Huo Mo Ting's deep eyes fell on Jian Huan. Seeing her pinned head, he took back his eyes: "tomorrow morning."

"That feeling is good. Huanhuan is just going back to Fengcheng. If it's convenient for you, take her."

"Grandma!" Jane huangang wanted to stop grandma from continuing to pull the red line, but Huo moting said a word: "OK."

"That's it!" the old man made a decision, and then warmly invited guests: "then you can sleep at home tonight."

Jian Huan: "

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After dinner, Huo nianyan watched cartoons while eating apples. Huo moting sat next to him drinking tea and didn't mean to get up and leave.

Jane Huan thought he would refuse grandma's proposal, but he didn't say anything from beginning to end.

While sweeping the floor, Jian Huan said to Huo intentionally or unintentionally, "there are only two * at home. Maybe you'll have to squeeze with me."

This proposal hit Huo nianyan's heart, but Huo Mo Ting raised his eyes and looked at her. His deep eyes seemed to see through her careful thinking.

Jian Huan was so numb that she didn't sweep the floor. She turned out of the main house and was relieved. She felt embarrassed that stealing chicken can't erode rice.

If Huo Mo Ting really stays for the night

Jane Huan went into the room to get the quilt in the cabinet. She couldn't let her * out. Since he wanted to stay, he went to sleep on the sofa.

As a result, as soon as she opened the cabinet, Jane Huan was stunned. It was empty and there was no quilt.

Jane Huan went to the kitchen to find her grandmother. The old man said carelessly while washing the dishes: "Oh, there were guests from Uncle Li's house next door yesterday. I came to borrow the quilt at night. I don't think it's necessary to put it there anyway. Let them take it all away. Why, you want to use it?"

Jane Huan looked at the old man quietly, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

The old man touched his face. "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"I'll squeeze with you tonight."

Grandma frowned and resolutely disagreed: "my quilt is so small. I'm old and in poor health. What if you catch a cold?"

Jane Huan felt that the old man was intentional, but there was nothing he could do. "Now you say, how do you sleep tonight?"

"I thought it was a big problem." grandma smiled and squinted Jian Huan. "It's good for you three to squeeze into a night's sleep."

"The quilt in my room is not big..."

Grandma was surprised: "not big? I think four people can sleep, not to mention three."