CEO's Forced Love

Huo moting's words and deeds virtually provoked his deepest taboo, whether it was the phone call or the local specialty brought into the house later.

Zeng geometric Xu, he also carried a large bag of specialty products into his house. Jian Huan ran all over the market to buy them so that he could bring them to his family.

Since ancient times, men have been unlucky, but every man has a woman in his heart, not a mother who gives birth to his own mother, not a white headed wife who holds hands with him, nor a woman who brings him a moment of passion, but the one who has witnessed his most embarrassing and humble years.

Yan Jingshen thought that the reason why he couldn't let Jane Huan go was that she had become a pimple at the bottom of his heart. Her existence always reminds him that he is stepping on a woman to this step. As long as he still stands in this position, he can't erase the embarrassment branded by Jane Huan on him all his life.

For a long time, Yan Jingshen took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, picked it up there and said, "are you still willing to marry me now?"

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Jane Huan woke up and opened her eyes in a good spirit. She didn't have any dreams all night.

Huo nianyan put his calf on her stomach, put a small hand around her, and buried a small face in her neck. He slept soundly.

Jane Huan got up gently and tucked in the quilt for him. Then she put on her coat and went out to wash.

While brushing her teeth, she remembered what Huo moting said on the phone last night. It seemed that he said he would have breakfast together.

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When preparing breakfast, Jane Huan received a bunch of roses, white roses in bud, without card or signature.

She looked at the wall clock. She didn't know which flower shop opened at 7:30 in the morning.

"Early in the morning, the suitor rushed to the door?" Ye Zhiqiu came out in his nightgown and saw Jian Huan holding flowers standing at the door. "Who sent it?"

Jane Huan touched the petals with her fingertips. She was in a good mood: "didn't say." but she can be sure she didn't send it wrong.

Ye Zhiqiu turned to go into the bathroom. Jian Huan looked up and shouted to her, "later... Huo moting may come."

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At about eight o'clock, Jane Huan woke Huo nianyan. The little guy sat up with his eyes closed and his small arms open to her.

After getting dressed, Huo nianyan lay on Jane Huan's shoulder and asked her to hold her to the bathroom.

While brushing his teeth with a small grin, Huo nianyan suddenly ran to the door and asked Jian Huan, who was preparing breakfast, "is dad still coming?"

Jane Huan looked at the breakfast for three on the table, then looked at Huo and said, "I didn't call him."

"Then I'll call!" Huo nianyan quickly ran to the living room and took out his small mobile phone from his schoolbag.

Jane Huan didn't listen to him on the phone. When she came out of the kitchen again, Huo nianyan sat at the table and ate with his hand holding the small cage bag: "Dad said he would be here soon."

Huo nianyan finished this sentence for no more than ten seconds, and the doorbell rang tacitly.

Jianhuan went to open the door. Huo moting stood at the door. When he came in, Jianhuan subconsciously squatted down and took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at his feet.

Huo moting stood at the porch without changing his shoes. Jian Huan looked up. He was looking down at her with four eyes. Her heart beat a little disorderly.

His eyes were gentle and contained some other feelings.

I don't know if it was the good mood brought by the early morning bouquet of flowers. Jian Huan felt that Huo Mo ting in front of him was as gentle as jade and looked very talkative.

"Dad, you're here?" Huo nianyan poked out half a small head from the restaurant.

Huo Mo Ting opened his eyes to his son by mistake. Well, he changed his shoes, entered the house and took off his coat.

Before throwing it on the sofa, the coat was picked up by a pair of hands as white as jade onions.

Huo Mo Ting turned and looked at her. Jian Huan was uncomfortable by him and hung his coat on the hanger in his bedroom.

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Jane Huan hung up her clothes and was startled when she turned around. Huo Mo Ting came in with her silently and was standing behind her.

"Why not have breakfast?" said Jane Huan, glancing out the door.

"Did you get the flowers?"

Jane Huan looked at him with a look of surprise, and then a little surprised. Her face was a little flushed.

Huo Mo Ting looked back at her with eyes like water and tenderness: "do you still like it?"

Jian Huan's heart beat faster than before. She couldn't stand Huo Mo Ting looking at her like this: "the flowers are beautiful."