CEO's Forced Love

"Who else is at home?"

Jane Huan recovered: "there's still grandma left. She doesn't have a good relationship with her uncle's family."

Huo Zhanming turned to look at her, but he was sincere, and then continued to write slowly.

The study was filled with a faint smell of ink, and it was very quiet. Huo Zhanming didn't speak, and Jian Huan didn't dare to disturb him. He just polished the ink calmly.

"If I ask you not to have children after marriage, will you promise to marry the third?"

Jane Huan always felt that things were a little out of her expectation. She just sent the old lady back today. Why did she come to the point of talking about marriage?

Huo Zhanming saw that she didn't answer, and then his face was cold: "I said, which stepmother really hurts her son!"

"... whether I have a child or not is different from painful reading words. If I don't like him, I will abuse him even if I don't have a child."

Although Jianhuan promised to read to Huo that she didn't want children, she didn't agree with what Huo Zhanming said, and couldn't resist refuting for a moment.

Huo Zhanming snorted and stopped talking.

When Jian Huan saw Huo Zhanming write down the last stroke of the word "mining", she couldn't help reminding: "that stroke should be light at the end."

Huo Zhanming glanced at her faintly. Jian Huan realized that he was talkative and pursed his lips, eyes and nose.

But Huo Zhanming seemed to have spent time with her. He repeated the word "mining" ten times. When he wrote the twentieth, he coughed. Jian Huan thought his throat was uncomfortable. He took one side of the tea cup and was about to turn around. Huo Zhanming frowned: "what are you going to do?"

"Pour you a glass of water." Jane Huan raised her teacup. There is an electric kettle in her study.

Huo Zhanming glared at her again, put down his brush and sat down on the chair. An already dignified face became even more frightening.

"Don't you write?" Jane Huan put the tea cup back to the table.

Huo Zhanming glanced at her and hummed, disdaining to talk to her.

Jian Huan looked at the rice paper on the table and saw the whole "Cai" character, but the last stroke was a little stiff, which was not as good as the first word.

Seeing that there was still a space in the lower left corner of the rice paper, Jian Huan picked up the brush, stained it with ink, and added the word "Cai" in the last space.

Almost as soon as her last stroke fell, the rice paper was taken away. Huo Zhanming stared at the word "Cai" she wrote, and compared the calligraphy notes. He found that the words written by Jian Huan were not as good as those calligraphy masters, but the last stroke was really brilliant. It was a finishing touch!

Jian Huan looked at Huo Zhanming's face and asked anxiously, "are you all right?"

Huo Zhanming pressed down his excitement and looked at Jian Huan. His tone was very calm: "I can't see that he is still a master of calligraphy."

"I haven't practiced for many years." Jane laughed.

Huo Zhanming hummed, "hypocrisy!"

Jian Huan: "

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Before long, the door of the study was knocked, and Huo moting came in.

Huo Zhanming glanced at the standing posture of Jian Huan around him. The outward moving toes clearly wanted to rush over, but they still stood here. Hypocrisy!

Huo moting had come over and looked in a good mood: "what did dad say to teacher Jane?"

Among Huo Zhanming's sons, the one who disliked most was the little one. He didn't give himself less anger: "do I have to report to you?"

"Of course not. Who dares to let you make a report at home." Huo Mo Ting pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled a little falsely.

Huo Zhanming didn't care about him either. He took a hairy pen and pointed to Jian Huan: "you take him out to me. It's annoying to look at him!"

Huo moting: "Dad, don't you come down together? I have something to announce in front of the whole family."

Jian Huan rattled in her heart and felt uneasy. She vaguely felt that what Huo moting wanted to say had something to do with herself

And it seems that the only thing related to her is——

Huo Zhanming sneered: "still announce it in front of the whole family. Are you going to propose today and register tomorrow?"

"Almost that."

Jian Huan suddenly looked up at Huo Mo ting. Huo Zhanming's brush had been thrown out with a "whoosh" and attached a word: "get out!"

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Despite that, Huo Zhanming went downstairs, but he kept a face to show that he was unhappy.

Several other people in the living room were watching cartoons on TV. Huo nianyan sat cross legged on the plush carpet and ate potato chips.

Yan Jingshen looked at Jian Huan walking at the end. His eyes were secretive and unpredictable.