CEO's Forced Love

Although it was Jian Huan who asked Huo moting to hide their relationship, she was not happy to see him really like this at the moment.

"Isn't it? It's rare to come home. Huanhuan. You see, since Xiao San is here, let Xiao San take you back after dinner?"

Mrs. Huo took Jane Huan's arm to prevent her from leaving. She enthusiastically asked Aunt Zhang to bring all the dishes to the table. She turned her head and winked at Huo Zhanming who was still standing at the entrance: "this is what I told you, Mr. Jane, the old man."

Huo Zhanming didn't say anything. He looked at Jian Huan silently, changed his slippers and entered the room.

"My old man is like this. He likes bluffing. Don't be afraid." Mrs. Huo said and pulled Jane Huan back.

Jane Huan looked up at Huo moting who was still standing outside the door and found that he was staring at himself.

His eyes added a lot more content than the indifferent one just now, and he was not afraid of being seen.

Fortunately, after Huo Zhanming went in, the people gathered at the door also dispersed.

Huo Mo Ting quietly took back his sight, changed his shoes, and then took the oil painting to the nanny. He went upstairs first.

Mrs. Huo patted Jane Huan's hand: "my junior is the same to everyone."

Jane Huan pulled her lips and was dragged back by the old lady. As soon as she turned around, she saw Yan Jingshen standing not far away.

I don't know how long he stood there and how many he saw. Not everyone is as nervous as the old lady.

Yan Jingshen's eyes were heavy. A handsome face was shrouded in a hazy halo under the light, which made people unable to see his expression at the moment.

"Oh, my waist..." the old lady suddenly remembered her sprained waist and hissed.

Jane Huan quickly held her, ignoring Yan Jingshen's eyes: "I'll take you back to your room and apply some medicine."

"No?" the old lady looked at her sadly.

Jane Huan nodded. Mrs. Huo immediately took her upstairs: "that's right. If it's too late, I'll let Xiao San see you off."

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Because we have loved each other, we can't be enemies. Because we have hurt each other, we are doomed not to be friends.

Yan Jingshen thought about the enemy and friends in the dead of night these days. He found that he didn't mind making friends with Jian Huan.

He couldn't deny the idea in his heart that made him despise: he wanted to always know how Jane Huan would live after her divorce?

Only friends can understand her life and social circle.

Huo Yiwei answered the phone and looked at the second floor. She skimmed her lips and returned to Yan Jingshen: "this woman really dares to stay!"

Yan Jingshen drooped his eyelids and couldn't see the mood at the bottom of his eyes. He sat down on the sofa in the living room and took a sip of the tea cup. The water was cold.

"This woman really has means!" Huo Yiwei sat down next to him: "she actually urged grandma to introduce her to my uncle!"

Huo Yiwei saw Yan Jingshen had no big reaction and said disdainfully, "my uncle's eyes are so high. How can he see her?"

Huo moting has a high vision?

Yan Jingshen didn't know, but he didn't forget the look at Jian Huan by Huo moting at the door just now. It was a man's love for a woman.

"Are you unhappy when I say that?" Huo Yiwei asked tentatively, observing Yan Jingshen's face.

No matter how simple and naive a woman is, she will also have a little plot, especially in matters of men and women, which is much better than men.

Yan Jingshen drank cold water again without expression, then turned his head and stared at Huo Yiwei with deep eyes. When he saw her guilty expression, he leaned over with a slight smile on his mouth and a low voice: "do you want me to be jealous? Or do you want to slam the door with a calm face?"

This is the first time Yan Jingshen showed such a frivolous smile to himself at home.

Huo Yiwei's face was hot, pretended to be angry, stared at him and circled his arm: "dare you!"

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Jian Huan stood at the stairs on the second floor and looked at the two of us kissing me in the living room. After standing for a while, she didn't go downstairs to get a cotton swab.

He turned around and wanted to go back to the old lady's bedroom, but he met Huo moting, who was leaning against the door of his room. He looked at her quietly. Her eyes were not clear.

Jane Huan opened her mouth. Before he made a sound, he had turned into the room and left her with the closed door.

Huo moting was in a bad mood tonight. He thought of his more than a dozen unanswered calls, and now the door is closed. Hasn't he calmed down from the old monk's words? The gentle look in the door just now seemed to be an illusion of her own.