CEO's Forced Love

Outside the fitting room, in front of the floor mirror occupying the whole wall, Huo Yiwei was wearing a simple pink wedding dress, and the bright light shone on her. Her hands were inserted into her waist, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her dimples were like flowers, and it was difficult to hide her happy look in her playfulness.

"Really good-looking?" Huo Yiwei turned around again and seemed not very satisfied.

Two staff members bent over to take care of her wedding dress. One of them smiled and looked at the sofa next to her, "what do you say, madam?"

"This wedding dress is suitable for the banquet after the engagement ceremony."

The middle-aged lady on the sofa stood up, gentle and elegant, with her long hair in her arms, looking at Huo Yiwei with loving and happy eyes.

Jian Huan looked at Yan's mother who was finishing Huo Yiwei's skirt. Over there, Yan's mother also noticed something. She turned her head and looked over. When she looked at Jian Huan's eyes, Yan's mother's look changed. Panic, embarrassment and shame flashed through her eyes one by one. For a moment, she didn't know how to deal with it.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" Huo Yiwei looked at her in surprise, but she was suddenly held by Yan's mother.

"I think the one you tried on just now is also good. Otherwise, Yiwei, will you show it to me again?"

Huo Yiwei entered the fitting room suspiciously. Almost as soon as the door was closed, Jiang Yingmei immediately looked at Jian Huan standing not far away.

Jane Huan didn't want to go to the waiting area again. Before she could turn around and leave, Jiang Yingmei shouted to her anxiously and quietly, "Huanhuan!"

The once kind cry now sounds particularly ironic. Jian Huan doesn't respond and raises his feet to go. Jiang Yingmei has come and stood in front of her. He doesn't forget to look back at the fitting room. After confirming that Huo Yiwei didn't come out, he looks at Jian Huan and says, "why are you here?"

Jane Huan is not a fool. Naturally, she heard the tension and uneasiness in Jiang Yingmei's words, and probably guessed what she thought.

"I'll help my friend get the dress."

Jiang Yingyang smiled bitterly, "really? I happen to know the manager of this store. Shall I help you?"

"No, I'll just wait a minute," said Jane Huan, crossing Jiang Yingyang and walking back.

Walking around the corner, Jane Huan's steps slowed down. She looked at the model wedding photos hanging on the wall, and her eyes were a little warm.

I thought I could deal with this kind of scene freely, but it's still uncomfortable to see it.

"Excuse me, miss. Maybe there were too many dresses sent yesterday. Would you wait a little longer?"

The staff who had received Jane Huan came down from the second floor without a dress in their hands. They explained with an apologetic face.

Jane Huan didn't embarrass her, but she didn't wait long. Jiang Yingyang took his handbag and was led by a staff member to pay.

When Jiang Yingmei saw that Jian Huan had not left, she looked a little bad. Jian Huan knew she should have misunderstood again, but she was too lazy to explain it again.

Some things are often the more you explain, the more you are suspected of covering up, but if you don't explain, the other party will hold you nervously.

Jiang Yingmei paid the money, but he didn't go back to find Huo Yiwei. Instead, he looked at Jian Huan next to him with a complicated look.

"Mrs. Yan, do you know this lady?" the staff looked at Jane Huan curiously.

Jiang Anglo-American pulled the corners of his lips and smiled quite far fetched. Then his eyes fell on Jian Huan, eager to talk and stop.

Jane Huan asked the staff about the location of the bathroom and turned to the room opposite to the fitting room.

However, Jiang Yingmei followed her and came forward to hold Jian Huan's hand where no one was, so that Jian Huan had to stop: "what else are you doing?"

Looking at Jane Huan's polite but alienated expression, Jiang Yingmei loosened her hand, calmed down for a few seconds and asked, "listen to depth of field say you're back to Liyang?"

Jian Huan automatically understood this sentence as "what are you doing back in Fengcheng", but Jiang Yingmei was always euphemistic. How could he be so straightforward?

"Huanhuan, are you still blaming your mother?" said Jiang Yingmei, his eyes red.

Jian Huan opened her eyes and Jiang Yingmei continued, "Jingshen and Yi Wei are going to get engaged. Today they are here to try on the dress, and their relatives and friends have also notified."

"Huanhuan, you have been a good child since childhood. It's depth of field. I'm sorry for you. Our Yan family doesn't have this good luck."

If Jiang Yingyang's previous sentence ripped away her old wound, it was like a handful of salt smeared on her wound.

"Huanhuan, mom hasn't begged anyone in her life. I know all the grievances you've suffered for Jingshen in recent years. If you hadn't ignored your innocence to help others surrogate, Jingshen wouldn't have done so now, but since you... If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to Mom."

Jane Huan looked at Jiang Yingmei and felt a dull pain. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yingmei actually knew about her surrogacy. When did she know?