CEO's Forced Love

Such a childish remark is better than any sweet words.

Jane Huan's heart was as sweet as honey. She touched his face: "then I'll read the speech and cook and wash clothes for you."

Huo nianyan bowed his head and grinned. Only then did he have a little appetite, but after two bites, he stopped and looked at Jian Huan.

"Little Jane, I don't want to go to grandma's house. Will you tell Dad for me?"

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Huo nianyan finished his noodles, washed and fell asleep in Jane's arms.

Jane Huan hugged him and thought of his sentence "I don't want to go to grandma's house". She was sleepless. After all, she got out of bed and took her cell phone to the balcony of the living room.

When I dialed the phone, I picked it up as soon as it rang, but I didn't speak, only a slight breath.

Jane Huan was silent for a few seconds before she whispered, "did you sleep?"

"Just came out of the bath."

"Have all the guests left?" he told her on the phone just now that there were guests at home, "have you been drinking?"

"... well."

Jane Huan suddenly didn't know how to speak about it. She should be drunk after listening to his voice. After a while, she whispered, "then go to bed."

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"Then I'll hang up."

"Miss me?" when Jane Huan was about to press the hang up button, his deep and mellow voice came from the receiver.

A gust of night wind blew, but Jane Huan couldn't feel the cold. Her ears were red. She held her mobile phone and didn't know how to answer his straightforward question.

The twists and turns between the two still made her a little uncomfortable.

Without waiting for her to speak, Huo Mo Ting's heavy baritone sounded again: "have breakfast tomorrow. Now go and have a rest."

After hanging up the phone, Jane Huan stood for a while before entering the house. When she turned around, she saw a small face reflected on the glass window and a pair of beautiful pear vortices on her lips.

Huo Mo Ting hung up the phone and drank the wine in the glass. Looking out of the window, he was a little drunk. Everyone was drunk. Jane Huan's soft voice seemed to linger in her ears.

Suddenly there was no sleep. He lay on the couch by the window, folded his hands on the back of his head, and looked at the ceiling.

The curtains were not closed, and the moonlight through the glass window darkened the sofa.

Huo Mo Ting changed his lying position and still couldn't sleep. He simply sat up, took a pack of cigarettes, just planned to smoke one, and paused according to the action of the lighter.

When he was driving and smoking, the picture of Jane Huan curling and frowning suddenly appeared in his brain.

Huo Mo Ting threw the lighter back with the cigarette in his mouth. He got up from the recliner and stood by the window.

In Huo's yard, Huo Yiwei stands next to a holly, and Yanjing Shenmei stands under a oleander peach tree with withered branches and leaves.

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Yan Jingshen was sensitively aware of the eyes on his back. He turned and looked at the second floor, but only saw the drifting curtains.

The curtain shows a figure turning away, tall and straight.

Huo Yiwei's eldest lady's temper had passed and took Yan Jingshen's arm: "I really want to go back with you."

Yan Jingshen took back his sight, smiled and raised his hand to touch her cheek. With pity, he didn't answer.

Huo Yiwei cooperatively rubbed the back of his hand with her face, and her expression was a little wronged. A pair of bright eyes like cat's eyes looked straight at him: "otherwise, you can take me away secretly!" it seemed that she was joking and coquettish, but her eyes were waiting for hope.

"It's cold outside. Go in quickly." Yan Jingshen didn't seem to hear the hint in her words and kept a faint smile.

Huo Yiwei skimmed her lips and felt bored, but she kissed him on the cheek: "then pay attention to safety on the road."

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After driving out of the military compound, Yan Jingshen took off his mask like smile and was in a bad mood.

The car went around the second ring road and finally stopped at the gate of Xingyu capital.

The street light hit the windshield and lit up half of his body. He leaned back on his seat and looked at the brightly lit apartment building in the community.

In recent days, he always thinks of Jian Huan intentionally or unintentionally. It seems that he has never thought of Jian Huan so often before, especially tonight.

Also tonight, Yan Jingshen found that he really didn't like Huo moting. It was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.