CEO's Forced Love

Jian Huan woke up with a start from her dream. Her breathing was a little short, and her breathing was especially clear in the dark.

Her forehead was covered with cool sweat. She bent her knees and hugged her hands. She sat on the bed without turning on the light.

She forgot what she had dreamed. Yan Jing pulled her braid and called her child's daughter-in-law uninhibited, or he hugged other women to lie in bed and enjoy Yu, and the fragmented fragments could no longer be put together.

After turning on the light and getting out of bed with slippers, Jane Huan went to the kitchen to pour a cup of cold boiled water.

What lingers in her mind is the phone call from Qin Shisheng.

"Jian Huan, why did Yan Jingshen take your little cousin to heaven and earth? Even if you want to socialize, you should accompany him! What's all this?"

The night wind rustled. Jian Huan stood by the window and looked at the distant lighthouse.

In fact, she was also curious. What's the matter with her husband and her cousin?

Jane Qinli has only been in the company for a short week and has become Yan Jingshen's private secretary, but people with a clear eye know what's going on at a glance. Without a secretary, she doesn't have to knock at the door to get in and out of the president's office, and no Secretary can get in the president's limousine.

"Jian Huan, a man who gets the word chicken and dog rise to heaven, is talking about your family."

"Jane tezhu has become president Yan's in laws in the future. Don't forget everyone!"

Jane Huan didn't know her expression when she heard these sour and envious jokes, but she was sure it wouldn't be a smile.

The raised hand pressed on her left chest and felt the steady heartbeat. She closed her eyes. It turned out that her heart had not died.

……

Ye Zhiqiu came out of the room yawning and saw Jane Huan changing shoes at the porch.

"The Art Center didn't go to work so early?" Ye Zhiqiu looked at the time. It was only 6:30 in the morning.

In addition to working at Yan's from Monday to Friday, Jian Huan also found a job at the weekend.

She teaches a group of children to play the violin in an art center. The salary is good, 3500 a month.

At first, ye Zhiqiu couldn't understand her. Later, she learned that in addition to the daily expenses and the rent paid to her, Jian Huan also had a grandmother who was far away in Liyang's hometown to take care of. The old man suffered from heart disease and had a lot of medical expenses.

"There's a box of spaghetti in the fridge. You can't go until you're hot and full!"

"No," Jane Huan picked up the violin beside the shoe cabinet. "Go back to sleep. Bye!"

The security door slammed shut.

Ye Zhiqiu shook her head and said who would believe that Mrs. tangtangyan still had to make money to live on her own?

……

Instead of going directly to the Art Center, Jian Huan first went to the bank to remit money to grandma, and then casually bought some breakfast before going to work.

She had a class at nine o'clock. She took the subway first and then changed to the bus. She didn't arrive at the art center until eight thirty.

As soon as she entered the office, Jane Huan was acutely aware of something wrong with the atmosphere.

Mr. Yang, who is in charge of the painting training class, is sitting there, wiping his tears with a paper towel and sobbing in a low voice.

There are two young female teachers nearby.

"What do you care about with a child? On the surface, there are many beautiful teachers in our art center. They teach high-ranking children and the rich second generation, but who dares to offend these little Taisui, who is picked up by a high-grade military car at the age of five!"

"His family is powerful, but they can't bully people like this. How can I say I'm also his teacher!"

"What's the matter?" Jane Huan walked over.

When Miss Yang saw Jane Huan, she cried more and more wronged.

"It's not the little ancestor who just came to the painting class last week!"

The piano teacher Zhu's tone was very helpless. "I fought with my classmates just last week. It intensified this week. At a young age, I wrote love letters first and then contradicted the teacher. It's too bad!"

"Teacher Jane, come and have a look. Is this... What a five-year-old should say!"

Mr. Yang's voice was crying. He took out a crumpled paper ball from his pocket and threw it on the desk.

"What 'I was fascinated by you at the first sight' and 'I wanted to touch you...'" teacher Yang couldn't go on and said angrily: "I didn't learn well at a young age, and I don't know what I'll look like when I grow up!"

These words are hard for adults to say, and we can't imagine what it is like to say from a five-year-old child.

"Do children who grow up in foreign countries have such precocious ideas?" Zhu interrupted.

Jane Huan spread out the paper ball, the words on it were crooked, and there was no wrong word.

Her eyes moved down and landed on the two little people drawn in pencil in the lower right corner, holding hands, and her name was written on her clothes.

"Huo nianyan?"

As soon as Mr. Yang heard the name, the fire that finally disappeared went up again.

"Is it great that grandpa is the head of the general / Senate? My grandpa is also a world hero!"

Jane Huan cried and laughed at teacher Yang's angry words. Seeing that the time was almost up, she went to class with her violin.