CEO's Forced Love

These days, it's better to ask others than yourself!

With a long sigh, Mrs. Huo took off her sunglasses and hid them in her bag. When a resident came out of the unit building, she hurriedly trotted up and reached out to hold the closing anti-theft door. The resident turned his head and looked at the gaudy old lady. Her eyes seemed to say, "why haven't you seen you before?"

Mrs. Huo inadvertently raised her hand and put down the silk scarf on her head: "my daughter-in-law is inside. She is coming down to pick me up."

The resident saw that her clothes were extraordinary and didn't say much. He went back to work in three steps.

Mrs. Huo took her bag, slightly tilted her jaw and stood downstairs in a reserved posture until the resident disappeared at the corner. The old lady quickly entered the unit building, turned around and didn't forget to close the door, and then walked up step by step with the wall and high heels.

As soon as she reached the second floor, the old lady was a little out of breath. As soon as she pressed her hand on the handrail, she bounced far away and looked at the thick dust in her hand in horror.

Xingyu capital is the real estate of Fengcheng in the early years. The property management is not as good as the newly built community, and the aisle is a little messy.

A stench suddenly came. Mrs. Huo turned her head and saw several garbage bags stacked at the door of a family. It happened that the door of a nearby family opened. The old lady just wanted to see who lived. As a result, a hand holding a bowl stretched out, and there was already a pool of water at the old lady's feet.

My God? The old lady couldn't believe it. Looking at the water stains on the back of her shoes, she was so angry that she couldn't help shaking. What's all this!

"What are you looking at? Can you take care of me pouring water at the door of my house?" a man of three big and five thick raised a bowl to blow her beard and stare at old Mrs. Huo.

What barbarians live here! Mrs. Huo was so angry, but under the man's fierce eyes, she pursed her mouth and turned to climb up.

Oh, I'm too lazy to argue with you!

When she reached the third floor, the old lady remembered that she didn't seem to know which floor the woman lived on.

Her eyes wandered back and forth between the two families on the third floor, thinking about whether to knock on the door and look for it. For a moment, she didn't notice. Her feet suddenly slipped and the sky whirled. The old lady cried out, and the people had rolled down like a ball

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When Jianhuan woke up, Zhiqiu had gone to work. She washed, ate breakfast, cleaned up her apartment, and then went downstairs with the garbage.

As a result, as soon as she got to the third floor, Jian Huan heard a sometimes painless chant in the corridor. She looked downstairs——

An old man lay on the walking platform between the third floor and the second floor.

There are several pieces of orange peel at the door of a family on the third floor, with footprints on it. Obviously, the old man slipped and fell downstairs on the orange peel.

"Touch porcelain" has been popular in recent years. No one can guarantee whether it will be stigmatized as the murderer who pushed her down. Jian Huan first took out her mobile phone and took two photos of the old lady's current strange posture, and took another picture of the orange peel on the ground. He recorded the crime scene before he went down to help people: "are you okay?"

"Roll down from the top and see if it will be OK!" the old lady was unkempt and had long lost her brilliance when she came.

Jane Huan helped her up: "stretch out your waist and kick your leg to see if you're hurt?"

As a result, one looked down and the other looked up. As soon as they met each other, they were startled and stunned for a moment.

Jane Huan thought, "how could it be the old lady of the Huo family? What is she doing here?" did she know about Huo moting and herself?

The old lady looked at Jane Huan in amazement. Didn't she bump into her little girl in the east palace? How does she live in such a place?

Jane Huan is impressed by the old lady because of her relationship with Huo moting. As for old lady Huo, she remembers Jane Huan purely because of her face.

"Why are you here?" Jane Huan broke the silence first.

Mrs. Huo turned her eyes upstairs, then looked at Jane Huan and asked, "do you live here?"

Jane Huan nodded, "I live on the fifth floor." seeing that the old lady's skirt was stained with a lot of dust, she took the initiative to bend down and dust the old man.

The old lady looked at her. Her extremely depressed mood improved a little, but she couldn't help complaining: "your corridor is so dirty that I don't want to say anything. Isn't it cleaned?"

"Maybe in recent days, the aunt in charge of corridor health has gone back to her hometown."

Mrs. Huo nodded seriously and stood there without saying anything. She didn't go upstairs or leave.

Jane Huan stood with her for a while and picked up the garbage at her feet: "I went down to take out the garbage."

"Oh," the old lady glanced at the garbage bag in her hand, pink: "then go."