CEO's Forced Love

Huo nianyan stood on the bench beside the desk. Little fat grabbed the ruler and turned around in the inkstone. His round eyes kept aiming at the door, and a pair of small ears stood up. He listened to every move outside, and then got a hit on the back of his hand, "Ouch!"

Huo Zhanming squinted at Huo nianyan's wrinkled little face: "if you don't concentrate on things, you have the same virtue as your father when he was a child!"

Huo nianyan pursed his mouth and glanced at the rice paper. He found that he knew an idiom. He pointed to the word and said, "Grandpa, you wrote it wrong!"

"Where?" Huo Zhanming put on his glasses and took the post for comparison. He was said by a child that he had written the wrong word, which was a little embarrassing.

Huo nianyan moved the bench to Huo Zhanming, stood up again, and drew on the rice paper with a ruler. The terminally ill paste was beautifully circled. The little guy lay on the rice paper and seriously wrote a word "high" next to him: "Grandpa, that's right."

Huo Zhanming: "

Huo nianyan was hit again on the forehead. The little guy let out a cry and covered his red forehead with his little hand.

Huo Zhanming called him in, but he didn't really want him to sharpen his ink. When he saw it, he wrote and asked casually, "do you often contact this teacher Jane?"

Huo nianyan nodded and remembered what his father had told him. He knew what to say and what not to say.

Huo Zhanming glanced at him: "your father knew this teacher Jane before?"

"I sometimes go to little Jane... The teacher's house, and my father comes to pick me up."

With the family background of the Huo family today, I don't know how many women are willing to marry in, even for widowers with children like the third, so I'm still not sure about this Jane teacher Huo Zhanming. What can I do if I get married and abuse his grandson? It's too late to regret.

Huo Zhanming put down his brush and looked a little serious. "Read, if your father wants to marry this teacher Jane, will you promise?"

"Yes," Huo nianyan answered almost without any thought. "Although she is a stepmother, she is still very good to me."

Huo Zhanming didn't ask anything after hearing this. After a while, he waved to Huo nianyan: "go out."

Huo nianyan skillfully put the ruler on the edge of the inkstone, jumped off the bench, took two steps and suddenly turned back: "Grandpa, you don't want to catch up with Jane?"

The child's black and clean eyes touched Huo Zhanming's hard heart and touched his grandson's head: "grandpa doesn't rush."

Huo nianyan looked left and right into the living room. When he saw Jane Huan sitting with his grandmother, he immediately ran over, "little Jane, Grandpa calls you!"

Jane Huan instinctively looked at Huo moting sitting on the sofa next to her.

As for others, they all looked at Jian Huan one after another, including old Mrs. Huo. For a moment, they didn't understand the intention of chief of staff Huo.

Huo Mo Ting had put down his tea cup and got up: "I'll go in with you."

"That's good." Mrs. Huo was the first to raise her hand and agreed. If the old man had a sudden attack, let the little three stand in the way.

The door of the study on the second floor suddenly opened. Huo Zhanming stood at the entrance of the stairs with his hands on his back and stared at old Mrs. Huo: "what's good? Just come in alone!"

Finally, Jian Huan went into the study with Huo Zhanming alone.

The light in the study is very soft. When the door closes, Jane Huan still pestles there nervously and forgets to move.

Huo Zhanming took two steps and saw no one behind him. He turned his head and said in a hard voice, "keep up!"

Maybe Huo Zhanming's eyes are too sharp, and Jian Huan hides a secret in her heart, so Huo Zhanming feels guilty.

"What are you afraid of? Will I eat you?"

Jane Huan had to stand at the desk. Huo Zhanming had picked up his brush: "grind the ink."

"OK." Jane Huan's voice was dry. Compared with Huo Zhanming in military uniform and majesty, she only felt very small.

Huo Zhanming saw her nervousness and snorted with a smile: "how dare you stay with the third?"

Jane Huan was stunned.

"If it were me, I would slap him as soon as he took out his chair. It's not so easy to talk."

Jane Huan remembered the wound on her forehead when Huo Mo Ting called her downstairs that night. Hearing Huo Zhanming say so, she was more sure that he hurt it.

With Huo moting's temper, how could his father be a kind and amiable old man? Isn't there a saying that like father, like son?

"I thought he had to be a bachelor all his life. He had a bad temper, a bad character and an unforgiving mouth. Any girl who liked him was doomed to bad luck in his life."

How can I say that about my son? Jian Huan sees that Huo moting and Huo Zhanming are different from other father and son's coexistence mode - typical love and kill each other.