CEO's Forced Love

As soon as Jane Huan turned and went down the steps, there was a loud cry of pain from the old lady behind her. She was frightened to hear Jane Huan. Where could she leave at ease? She went back: "where are you hurt? I'll take you to the hospital right away."

When Mrs. Huo saw her turn back, she was smiling, her face was still sad, and her tone was quite complaining: "what do you say?"

Then he helped him down and said, "maybe he was pushed down the stairs last time and broke it."

Jane Huan sighed secretly, with some helplessness, "what do you want to do?"

When the car drove to the gate of the military region compound, Jian Huan asked driver Liang to stop the car and turned to look at the old lady next to him, "I won't go in."

The old lady glared at her angrily. Jane Huan said to driver Liang, "I'll take the old lady in."

When she got to the Huo's yard, Jane Huan held the old lady carefully. As a result, her feet just fell to the ground. The old lady shouted back pain again.

The orderly and the nanny noticed the movement at the door and came out one after another: "madam, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Huo didn't say much, but she glanced at Jane Huan. The angry eyes would think that Jane Huan pushed her. Even if Jane Huan was wronged, under the judgment of so many eyes, she couldn't say to leave, so she had to go in and see the old lady's situation.

The old lady was carried into the bedroom by the serviceman. From time to time, she turned her head and looked at Jane Huan as if she was afraid of her running away.

The nanny took Jane Huan to the living room and poured a glass of water: "my old lady has a childish temper. Don't be serious with her, miss."

"No, the old lady is very cute." Jane Huan's words also come from her heart.

The sound of high heels stepping on the ground came from the door, and a delicate voice came: "Aunt Zhang, I'm having dinner with Jingshen at home today. Can you cook more dishes?"

At the same time, in the bedroom, Mrs. Huo lay on the bed and called Huo moting. As soon as she answered, she said, "junior, I'll help you take your future daughter-in-law home!"

The old lady saw the meaning of hanging up at the other end and hurriedly said, "this is different. You will like it!"

"Although he is one year younger than Qian Yue, he is beautiful. You also know the violin teacher nianyan."

Mrs. Huo immersed herself in joy. She thought of the indifferent fart when Huo Mo Ting entered Jane Huan's house yesterday. She kindly taught: "I don't care about the previous things with you. No matter what attitude you used to have towards other people's teacher Jane, you have to be more enthusiastic tonight!"

"About what time does dinner begin?" Huo Mo Ting only replied.

As soon as Mrs. Huo heard this, she knew there was a play. She couldn't wait to say, "come earlier and have a chat with others."

"By the way, go to Shengyi gallery and get me the lily painting before you come here!" the old lady asked before hanging up.

The old lady estimated that she was going to give the painting to Jian Huan. Huo moting was happy to see its success. He put down the phone and Jingxing knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Huo, are you still going to dinner tonight?"

In fact, Jingxing had been standing at the door for a while and didn't knock until Huo moting hung up.

Mr. Huo seems to be in a good mood. I guess it should be Mrs. Huo who asked Mr. Huo to go home for dinner.

"There are some important things at home tonight. Let Lin Qian and President Liu deal with them."

Jingxing was a little surprised by Huo moting's friendly attitude. He immediately nodded and replied, "OK... OK, I'll arrange it right away."

As soon as he turned to leave, Huo Mo Ting asked him, "what gifts do you usually give your girlfriend except flowers?"

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When Jane Huan heard the sound of "depth of field", she knew that she had been bitten by the old lady of the Huo family again.

When the old lady relied on her and asked her to help her get on the bus, she clearly said that the family were busy tonight and would not come back for dinner.

Otherwise, Jian Huan would not have come to Huo's house so blatantly and sat in other people's living room drinking tea.

The aftertaste of the tea at the entrance is a little bitter around the tip of the tongue. Looking at the Figure shaking on the floor at the door, Jane Huan thought: it's really fate!

The nanny had run to the door, took several shopping bags and put her slippers in the porch: "miss."

Huo Yiwei changed the cotton and dragged it up. She smiled Yan Yan, just like a Phalaenopsis in full bloom in winter. It was bright and clean, but it was pitiful.