CEO's Forced Love

There were only twelve students in the violin class. After 60 minutes of a class, Jane Huan didn't feel too tired.

Passing by the painting class, teacher Yang's gentle voice came from inside. It seems that he has lost his anger.

Remembering that she hadn't had breakfast yet, Jane Huan couldn't help speeding up her steps back to the office.

Just after two steps, she was attracted by a small figure in the corner of the outer wall of the classroom.

The red monkey's sweater and green pants are the same, with a pair of cow leather boots on the feet and a cartoon square scarf around the neck. The mushroom shaped thick black hair is slightly curled, which looks fluffy and lovely. Bai Xi's round face is inlaid with a pair of big black eyes.

Jane Huan has worked in the Art Center for two years. She can't say all the students here can call out their names, but she has more or less met them, but she really doesn't know that her head is held high like a sulky child.

At the thought of the office in the morning, Jane Huan looked at the door of the painting class and had a number in her heart.

"That child is really stubborn. He has been standing outside the classroom for almost an hour!"

After listening to Aunt clean, Jane Huan couldn't help looking at the child again.

He was holding a huge schoolbag in his hand. He didn't look at it carefully just now. Jian Huan noticed several slight bruises on his face, which should be caused by fighting with his little partner. For some reason, he suddenly drooped his head.

The sun hit him and pulled out an oblique shadow on the wall, looking lonely and lonely.

Jane Huan looked at him and couldn't equate him with the little Taisui who caused trouble in teacher Yang's mouth. What popped out of her mind was the villains at the bottom right of the "love letter". Her funny painting skills made her raise her lips.

"The boy is really energetic. He's not his opponent if he plays one of five."

Cleaning aunt happily thumbed up, and Jane Huan also pulled up the corners of her lips.

"Mr. Jane, you asked for leave last week, so you didn't see several other children being beaten by him. It's reasonable to say that their parents are all dignified figures in Fengcheng. As a result, no parents came to the art center to make trouble."

Jane Huan looked at the child with her head buried and bathed in the sun. Her heart was inexplicably soft.

"Did he fight again just now?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the child's face.

"That's not true. I had it when I came in the morning."

Aunt clean is also a know-how in the art center. She immediately opened the topic: "it's said that it's the third generation of returnees and a real famous family. Huo Zhanming knows? The familiar face in the news broadcast, his grandfather, dear! What's his father's name? The new building behind our Art Center belongs to his company. It's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Jane Huan turned to look at Aunt clean who suddenly sighed with sympathy.

Aunt clean approached and whispered, "it's a pity that my mother died early. His father is so young. How can he not ask for a wife!"

Because a "mother" died early, Jane Huan felt a trace of compassion in her heart. She had no parents since she was a child. She would have unspeakable feelings for children with similar experiences. She always hoped that they could live happily.

He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pinched it in the palm of his hand. Jian Huan stood for a while before walking towards the child.

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"Do you want to wipe?"

Huo nianyan was thinking about how to get a picture home later. Unexpectedly, he came up with an extra handkerchief.

He suddenly looked up and saw a beautiful young woman standing in front of him, with black eyes flashing.

As she got closer, Jian Huan felt more and more that she was a beautiful boy. Wen Wen stood quietly by the wall. If she didn't identify it carefully, she might be mistaken for a little girl, but the bruise on her face was really a little eye-catching.

Seeing the child standing there foolishly, Jane Huan was in a much better mood.

Even with teacher Yang's cry, she still couldn't hate the child, and even had an unspeakable love. Later, she thought about it and attributed it to a family of children who were reduced to the ends of the earth and had no mother.

Seeing that he didn't come to pick up the handkerchief, Jane Huan simply bent down and wiped the little sweat on the tip of his nose for him.

"Are you the teacher here?" the child's young voice was on guard, but he didn't push her away.

Jane Huan smiled and looked down at his bright eyes: "well, I'm the violin teacher here. What about you?"

The little guy turned his mouth and hummed twice. He didn't answer.

Jane Huan looked down and saw a cut on his chubby thumb, some deep and still bleeding. She touched his head and her fluffy and soft hair softened her voice: "I have band aids in my office. Come with me and I'll help you deal with the wound."

The little guy snorted again. Jane Huan thought he didn't want to take the band aid. After a few steps, she found a follower behind her.