CEO's Forced Love

"By the way, why are you here?" asked Mrs. Huo.

Jane Huan was struggling whether to confess honestly or lie. A crisp child voice sounded not far away: "grandma?"

Mrs. Huo and Jane looked back happily. She saw Huo nianyan rubbing against them with his jeans, and a pair of big bone rolling eyes looked at them curiously.

Huo nianyan walked over and saw grandma and Jane standing together, their black eyes rolling around.

Jane Huan and Mrs. Huo were silent at the same time. They both felt empty, but the reason for the emptiness was just the opposite.

The whistle of a car broke the short strange atmosphere.

Huo nianyan blinked and looked at the old Mrs. Huo dressed strangely: "grandma, didn't you go to play cards?"

"This..." old Mrs. Huo put her glasses into her bag, and then pulled over Jane Huan: "I met a friend on the road."

"Grandma, do you know little Jane?" Huo nianyan stared at a pair of round eyes in surprise. Then he remembered his father's warning the night he came back from the capital. He couldn't gossip in front of his grandparents. He quickly covered his little mouth and looked like I didn't know anything.

"Little... Little Jane?" Mrs. Huo pointed to Jane Huan and didn't return to her mind for a moment.

Jane Huan saw that she couldn't hide it, and didn't want to argue. She was about to explain, but old Mrs. Huo suddenly realized it on her face, and then said with surprise and joy: "so you are the violin teacher? Do you remember when we talked on the phone?"

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Mrs. Huo said with a smile, "it's really fate! The art class hasn't started recently?"

Jane Huan looked down at the hand held by the old lady and pulled her lips: "not yet. She won't start going to work until early March."

The old lady smiled and looked at her grandson: "this child often mentions you in front of me."

Huo nianyan's two little fat hands grabbed his pants and looked at this and that. He didn't dare to say anything easily after saying a wrong sentence.

"Really?" Jane Huan smiled hard, but she was surprised at the change of the old lady's attitude towards herself.

Under normal circumstances, when you know her identity, shouldn't you be cold-blooded and warn her not to approach Huo Mo Ting again? But the old lady seems to be more enthusiastic.

"Nian Yan, where's your father?" Mrs. Huo found something strange after a while.

Huo nianyan glanced at Jian Huan and said, "he has gone to work."

"Work?" Mrs. Huo seemed to have guessed something. She took her little grandson's hand with concern and blame: "did you run out again?"

As she spoke, the remaining light in the corner of the old lady's eyes was suddenly attracted by the schoolbag in Jane Huan's hand. This is not

Jane Huan also looked at her schoolbag. The old lady opened her mouth first: "in the afternoon, teacher Jane is with Nian Yan?"

Jane Huan was stunned and nodded. Before she spoke, Huo nianyan hurriedly replied, "we're going to eat KFC!"

"So Miss Jane sent you back?"

The little guy sometimes paid attention to Jian Huan's expression. Facing the old lady's quite ardent inquiry, he vaguely answered and added in his heart: "Dad's car."

Mrs. Huo looked at Jian Huan standing on one side with a smile: "since they are all here, Mr. Jane, go in and have a seat."

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Jane Huan sat on the sofa, uncomfortable all over. The old Mrs. Huo opposite had been staring at her for a long time, still staring at her with mixed feelings.

Just now, the old lady invited her to sit in Qinyuan. She refused without thinking. However, the old lady was very persistent and forced her to come for a cup of tea.

The old lady looked at her without malice, even very kind. Jian Huan couldn't guess how the old lady planned to "persuade" herself to leave Huo moting.

Because Mrs. Huo watched closely, she had no chance to inform Huo moting.

While Huo nianyan sat on the sofa swinging his legs, slowly pulling a banana and occasionally glancing at the two people sitting face to face.

"Madam, the tea is ready." Aunt Li brought two cups of green tea. She looked at Jane Huan from time to time and was very curious.

Is the old lady against Miss Jane now? Is there going to be a negotiation? Would she like to avoid it?

"Jane Huan..." the old lady said Jane Huan's name, then looked up: "can I call you Huanhuan?"

The heat of green tea made Jian Huan's chin condense a thin layer of water. She nodded: "yes."