CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan looked sideways at the wall next to her, and a small dark shadow followed her shadow.

She didn't stop or look back. She still walked forward, but subconsciously slowed down her pace.

After entering the office, what Jane Huan did first was to pick up the remote control and turn on the air conditioner.

The temperature in the room gradually picked up. Jane Huan turned and looked at the child standing at the door: "why don't you come in?"

Huo nianyan looked inside and made sure that no other talent went in gently.

"Sit here." Jane Huan patted her chair and took a disposable cup out.

When she came in with a cup of warm water, she saw that the little guy was already sitting in her position, holding his big schoolbag and looking at the office strangely. Because he was small, his empty feet shook one after another.

When he found her back, he immediately withdrew his eyes and sat there solemnly.

Jane Huan smiled, drew two paper towels, dipped some warm water in the cup, "put your right hand out."

A fat, white and tender hand spread out before her eyes.

As soon as the wet paper towel touched the bleeding wound, the little hand trembled and shrank back.

"Very painful?" Jane Huan stopped and looked up at the child with a small mouth and a solemn expression of generosity.

The little guy moved around in the chair and pouted, but he didn't shout pain.

Jian Huan found one thing. She hasn't said a word since the child came in with her. Compared with other crying and cute children of the same age, Huo nianyan, who is "gloomy and surly", no wonder he won't be liked by teacher Yang.

After finishing the band aid for Huo nianyan, Jane Huan got up and poured the glass of water. The corner of her eye caught him staring at her bag of breakfast.

"I haven't touched those breakfasts yet. If you're hungry, eat them."

Huo nianyan didn't expect to be seen through. He thought carefully and snorted awkwardly, but his little face was red and lovely.

Jane Huan looked at Huo nianyan. A gap in her heart was filled with cotton wool. It was soft and warm. She could whisper to other children before, but no child touched the string buried deep in her heart like Huo nianyan.

"Miss Jane, why are you here?"

A female voice interrupted Jane Huan's wandering thoughts and turned to see teacher Yang after class.

"Throw something away." Jane Huan threw the paper cup into the dustbin and went back to the office with Mr. Yang.

"That Huo nianyan was so troublesome that he was assigned to my class. Just like him, he still studied painting. Teacher Jane, you don't know. He hasn't been quiet when sitting on the stool. I just said him, and he didn't go back with his schoolbag."

Jane Huan thought of the child sitting in the office and smiled: "maybe he just has a lively personality."

Miss Yang sighed and reached out to push the door of the office, but the door was ajar. "Why didn't the door close?"

Jianhuan was about to tell teacher Yang that Huo nianyan was inside, but when the door was wide open, there was no one inside. She looked around the office and couldn't find the little guy. When she noticed the two fried dumplings wrapped in paper towels on her desk, she couldn't help laughing.

"Miss Jane, what's the matter?"

"It's all right." Jianhuan sat down, holding the two fried dumplings, shaking his head and laughing.

The little guy has a conscience. He didn't forget to leave two for her before taking the whole bag of breakfast. Is he afraid she's hungry?

At the gate of the military area command compound, the armed sentry looked straight and did not get angry.

A car with a military license plate slowly drove in. Through the half lowered window, you can see the children sitting alone in the back seat.

As soon as the car stopped in front of a three story villa with a large courtyard, the door of the back seat was pushed open. Huo nianyan, with a big schoolbag on his back, jumped out of the car and rushed into the door under the worry of the driver's voice of "be careful, young master".

He threw his boots at the porch. Huo nianyan was about to run upstairs, but he stopped when he saw the figure in the living room.

At the same time, a low, cold voice sounded, "come here!"

Huo nianyan hesitated, but he moved over reluctantly and shouted, "Dad."

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a man with pure black trousers and straight trouser lines. He was wearing a white shirt without a tie. He untied three buttons at the collar, which could vaguely see the chest line with clear texture hidden under his clothes.

On weekdays, people who see the dragon head but not the tail suddenly sit in their own living room in the daytime, which makes Huo nianyan feel uncomfortable all over.

Huo Mo Ting saw his son standing there twisting around and frowning slightly, especially when his eyes locked Huo nianyan's small bag containing fried dumplings and barbecued pork, and his face sank: "where did you come from?"