CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan remembered later that there was another person in the suite. It was too late for her to return to the room: "read words."

Huo nianyan turned his head and looked up at her. His eyes were a little sad: "little Jane, why did you come out of dad's room?"

"There is good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to listen to first?" a low male voice sounded behind Jane Huan.

Huo Mo Ting came out while tying the band of his nightgown and stood on the side of Jian Huan.

Jane Huan turned her head and looked at him. Her cheeks suddenly turned red. She thought of what she had just kissed him. Is he awake?

Huo nianyan is a smart child. Looking at his father and little Jane standing together, he vaguely noticed something, but he is still unwilling to admit it.

He lowered his head, raised his head after a while and looked at Huo Mo Ting: "what's the good news?"

Huo Mo Ting glanced at the woman around him and said calmly, "you'll have a mother soon."

"What's the bad news?" Huo nianyan didn't look at Huo Mo Ting this time, but looked straight at Jian Huan.

"Haven't you guessed?"

Huo nianyan flattened his mouth, got up from the ground, stared angrily at Huo Mo Ting, turned and ran into the second bedroom and closed the door heavily.

Watching the bedroom door slam shut, Jane Huan subconsciously chased past, but found that the door was locked.

"Read!" Jane Huan called him as she knocked at the door, "open the door first."

"No!" Huo nianyan shouted angrily across the door like a wounded little beast: "liar, you are all liars!"

Huo moting went to Jian Huan: "Huo nianyan, if you don't open the door again, you'll stay inside all your life."

Jian Huan turned to look at him. Huo Mo Ting stretched his face and said nothing to persuade the child. Sure enough, Huo nianyan cried loudly after being quiet for less than three seconds. "You're not my father, you liar, I hate you. Little Jane is mine and mine!"

When Huo nianyan cried, Jian Huan felt uncomfortable: "nianyan, open the door first and I have something to tell you."

"Don't open, don't open!" Huo nianyan punched and kicked at the door: "you're with him now, together!"

Jian Huan looks at Huo moting for help.

Huo Mo Ting said coldly, "I don't have your patience, teacher Jane. I count to three, you come out and we'll have lunch."

It's not appeasement at all, it's adding fuel to the fire!

Huo nianyan cried, "I'll starve to death. You go and eat enough with your son. I'm the oil bottle no one wants!"

Jane Huan heard a child's panic from the word "oil bottle". She didn't know why a five-year-old child knew the word "oil bottle". She found Huo nianyan sitting on the ground through the crack of the door and squatted down close to the door: "nianyan, do you really ignore little Jane?"

"You're not my little Jane. Little Jane won't want me. Little Jane won't rob my father with me!"

"I didn't, don't read..."

Huo nianyan's loud cry interrupted her. He got up and threw himself on the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt and kept wiping his tears.

"You don't want me anymore, and I don't want you anymore. I'm going to find grandma. My surname is Huo. I want to follow my mother's surname!"

Jane Huan's eyes were sour and knocked at the door: "do you really don't like little Jane?"

Keep the cry down inside.

"That little Jane is gone. Hello, you know?"

The cry suddenly disappeared, only a low sob.

Jian Huan is a little helpless in the face of this situation. She can't help wondering if she and Huo moting are too fast to ignore the child's ideas?

She is not ready to tell the truth to her children. How can Huo nianyan be ready to accept her as a mother?

"Go wash and eat." Huo Mo Ting said and went into the bathroom.

Jian Huan followed him in. Different from her worry, Huo moting was like nothing, whatever he should do.

"Will something happen to him like this?" Jane Huan said and looked at the second bedroom again. "Why don't I go back first."

"Where are you going?" Huo moting looked at her in the mirror, then spit and began to brush his teeth.

Jane Huan looked at his back. He had a white nightgown, a strong moon and Hungary, short black hair hanging, a tall and straight figure, a thin skeleton, a light on the top of the mirror, and his eyelashes were long, dense and warped. They were more beautiful than ordinary girls, but they grew on a man's face.

In her memory, there are also such a pair of eyelashes, like two fans