CEO's Forced Love

"Who? Is there a wrong number?" Jane Huan was about to hang up. A familiar low voice came: "it's me."

Jian Huan was stunned for 0.5 seconds, and then asked in a flat tone, "what's the matter?"

Yan Jingshen heard her distant and indifferent tone, looked at the street lamp beside the apartment building outside the car, and suddenly couldn't find a suitable reason to answer.

"If it's all right, I'll hang up."

"The court has worked on the eighth day of junior high school. Lawyer Wen said you need to go there in person for divorce."

After that, he found that his voice was a little anxious. He didn't know whether he was anxious to divorce or didn't want her to hang up? Even what he said made him regret. He wanted to save something, but his throat was dry and uncomfortable. His throat moved and didn't say a word after all.

"You choose a time and let me know at that time." just about to cut off the phone, Yan Jingshen said again: "where are you now?"

Jane Huan didn't understand his intention to ask, but his slightly cold voice came from a few seconds of silence: "I didn't know you liked not to go home at night."

"Do you care too much?" Jian Huan said impolitely: "I don't need you to worry about my business."

"You've found someone who can worry about you?"

Jane Huan heard that he didn't laugh angrily in his tone, and his chest was like a fire: "I found it. Do you want to say congratulations to me?"

Yan Jingshen's heart became more and more agitated, and his voice also rushed: "Jian Huan, how old are you? Do you have any brain? Women like you catch a lot of high-end clubs in Fengcheng, do you really think people will live with you?" he almost added "who do you think you are" at the end.

"Don't worry, even if one day I find myself cheated, I won't ask you Yan Jingshen to cry."

Yan Jingshen threw the beeping mobile phone aside, tore open the button at the collar of his shirt, and smashed his hand on the steering wheel.

Jane Huan, who hung up the phone, was in a terrible mood.

Recalling Yan Jingshen's words just now, I just felt angry and funny. What qualifications did he have to teach her that way? Should she hide at home crying and stay at home after divorce? Why blame her life? Just because she had to follow the tragic route he had imagined?

Divorced, should she never recover and become a disgusting Xianglin sister-in-law, and then cry wildly every day to beg him not to abandon herself?

Jane Huan was so angry that she had to wash her face in the bathroom. She looked up and found that her eyes were red.

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Jane Huan calmed down her mood before she went back to the ward.

The door of the ward was open. Jane Huan walked in quietly and found that the quilt on the bed was in a ball. The little guy woke up.

"Read the words, are you hungry?"

The quilt moved, but the little man lying inside didn't make a sound.

Jane Huan sat by the bed and touched the arched quilt: "are you asleep?"

Huo nianyan suddenly the quilt and glared at her fiercely, "why, why!" then wrapped in the quilt, he turned around and took his ass right at Jane Huan.

Jane Huan was amused by his small appearance. She sat closer and poked him with her fingers.

Huo nianyan didn't turn back. He shrank to the other side, as if he didn't want to pay attention to her.

"I don't know who told me that he won't separate from me all his life." Jane Huan said to herself while paying attention to the movement in the quilt, "but it's only a long time since people don't want to pay attention to me. Forget it, I'd better go."

Huo nianyan was lying in the quilt. After listening to Jane Huan's self pity, he rolled his eyes. No matter how good she said, he would never forgive her!

But after a while, I didn't hear her say anything. Huo nianyan quietly turned his head and opened a seam in the quilt.

It's not bad. He jumped out of bed with anger at the sight. He looked around. The ward was very quiet. Where else was Jane Huan?

No one is so wrong! He hasn't said he'll forgive her. Why did she leave so kindly?

Huo nianyan leaned against the head of the bed and became more and more angry, but after he was angry, he was slightly depressed. He lifted the quilt, slid out of bed, naked his fat little feet, walked around the ward, went to the toilet, and then unconsciously shook to the door.

He gently opened the door and poked out half his head, resulting in a pair of smiling eyes.

Jane Huan stood outside the door, looking at him with a smile in her mouth, as if she had expected him to come out.