CEO's Forced Love

She went to the second bedroom to see Huo nianyan. She hadn't seen him for a few days. She felt that the little guy was a little fatter and had more meat on his cheeks.

Jane Huan put Huo nianyan's feet exposed at the edge of the bed back into the quilt, kissed his face, and then quietly closed the door and went out.

Huo Mo Ting took off his coat, wore a thin cashmere sweater, stood there drinking water, saw her come out and said, "wash and sleep."

Jane Huan quickly cleaned it. When she came out of the bathroom, there was no one in the living room, only a coat left on the sofa.

She stood by the sofa for a moment, as if choosing, and finally turned into the master bedroom.

Huo moting has fallen asleep and occupied the bed on the left. Jian Huan quietly lifts the quilt and carefully lies in.

It was warm in the quilt. Jane Huan sighed in her heart, but the sleeping man suddenly turned around and hugged her in his arms.

Jane Huan was stunned at first, then relaxed her muscles and bones, leaned against his arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Huo moting was never Liu Xiahui, so he woke up early in the morning and held the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms. After all, he was in chaos.

Jane Huan was so sleepy that she couldn't breathe. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that it was Huo Mo ting. She closed her eyes again, as if she was used to the sport.

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Huo nianyan came out of the bedroom in his nightgown and found that he got up earlier than his father today.

He stood on tiptoe and listened at the door of the master bedroom for a while. He made sure that the people inside were not awake. He ran to the sofa and picked up the landline phone to order breakfast.

"Well... I want ten mutton kebabs, five of which are connected by flesh and blood... Um... And a large cup of milk tea... Oh, oh... Come on."

Living in a five-star presidential suite is a little good. As long as you can say it, they will try their best to buy it for you.

Hung up the phone, Huo nianyan lay on his back on the sofa, two little fat feet on the tea table, turned on the TV, searched the children's channel and began to watch cartoons.

When the breakfast was delivered, there was still no movement in the master bedroom. Huo nianyan gnawed at the mutton kebab and turned his head to look at the closed door from time to time.

Last time he watched the news report with his grandmother, a man died for no reason while sleeping, about the same age as his father

Huo nianyan felt uneasy and had no appetite for meat kebabs. He walked to the master bedroom door with slippers and knocked twice: "Dad?"

... no response.

Huo nianyan turned the knob and found that it was locked. He was more and more nervous. He knocked at the door again: "Dad, are you still alive?"

The little ear was close to the door, but there was still no movement. Huo nianyan looked around and found that there was a small potted plant next to him. He tried his best to eat milk and dragged it bit by bit. Finally, he held his breath, flushed his face, lifted his strength, shook his small body, held the potted plant and was about to hit the door. The door opened automatically.

Huo Mo Ting was naked with a strong upper body and only wearing a pair of shorts. He looked gloomy and held the door handle. It was obvious that he had just been awakened from his dream.

"Dad?" Huo nianyan held the potted plant and forgot what he wanted to do for a moment.

"What's the noise? Don't you itch?"

Huo nianyan shrunk his neck, his small mouth shriveled, and wrongly put down the potted plant: "it's not Dad."

Huo Mo Ting looked down at his son, his face softened, looked at the messy tea table: "I'm hungry. I'll order something to eat." then he closed the door.

Huo nianyan scratched his little ear and went back to the sofa step by step. I don't know why he couldn't see the cartoon. It was boring to take a few mouthfuls of milk tea. He picked up the landline and dialed the number he knew well. As a result, the mobile phone rang in the living room.

Huo nianyan holds the landline and turns to look at the single sofa not far away. There is a lady's bag on it. It looks familiar

He touched the sofa again and went to the door of the master bedroom. Instead of knocking this time, he sat cross legged at the door. He didn't know what he was thinking.

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Jane Huan woke up and looked at the alarm clock on the bed cabinet. She was shocked to find that it was more than ten o'clock.

Nearby Huo Mo Ting was still sleeping, naked, with bare arms and shoulders, thin lips tightly pursed, and a hand still on her waist.

She gently took away his hand, then lifted the quilt out of bed, picked up her clothes and put them on.

In fact, even she didn't expect that one day when she woke up, the man next to her was not Yan Jingshen, but there was no panic.

When she got dressed, Jane Huan sat back to the bed and enjoyed the man's sleeping face. Before she got up, she couldn't help kissing the beauty tip under his messy black hair.

When she opened the door, Jane Huan was about to step out, but she was blocked by a small lump sitting at the door.