CEO's Forced Love

But now the situation is different. In full view of the public, Huo moting said to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, please go next door and ask if there is a dog to read words and play for a while. If it is dirty, I'll take it to the * store to wash it for them tomorrow."

Aunt Zhang had never seen Huo moting so pleasant. She nodded in surprise and led Huo nianyan to borrow a dog from commissar Liu's house next door.

Seeing Huo nianyan jumping away, Jane Huan fell to the ground with a hanging heart, but then she was nervous again.

She was not ready for the coming moment. When the truth came from Huo moting, she couldn't imagine the expression of others.

"In fact... Nianyan is not my child with Shuyuan."

The living room was dead silent. About ten seconds later, a ceramic cup hit Huo Mo Ting head-on.

"Bastard! I knew I couldn't say anything good from your mouth!"

Huo Zhanming was so angry that there were green veins on his forehead and neck. Old Mrs. Huo was so frightened that she hurried to appease him. She turned her head and said to Huo Mo Ting, "junior, you are so disgraceful! How can you say such a thing? Nianyan is not your child. Who else can it be? What if nianyan hears it?"

"Nian Yan is my child, but not Xu Shuyuan's son."

Huo Zhanming picked up the remote control on the tea table and smashed it: "you still say?!"

Jian Huan was frightened. Huo Zhanming's face was red with anger. The old man had high blood pressure. Huo Zhongxiao had taken medicine down from upstairs and sent it to Huo Zhanming with warm boiled water. Huo Zhanming blew his beard and stared at Huo Zhongxiao: "you know this?"

Otherwise, how can the medicine be delivered so timely? It's almost ready!

Huo Zhongxiao didn't refute. The chief of general staff of Huo was so angry that he rolled his eyes. Old Mrs. Huo was very frightened: "old man, old man!"

Huo Zhanming grabbed the water cup in Huo Zhongxiao's hand and quickly Huo moting. This time Huo moting didn't hide. The boiled water sprinkled on his suit and got a large piece wet. The water cup hit his forehead and fell to the ground with a slap, breaking into glass slag and seeping a few strands of blood.

Huo Zhanming obviously didn't expect to really hit Huo moting and was stunned there for a moment.

Jian Huan saw Huo Mo Ting's forehead bleeding and clenched the sofa with both hands, but she also knew that his involvement would only make things more and more chaotic at this time.

Huo Yiwei was also frightened. My God, what did she hear! That little boy was born outside by my uncle!

She turned to talk to Yan Jingshen, but found Yan Jingshen staring at her uncle: "depth of field..."

"It's over?" Huo Mo Ting ignored the wound on his forehead and quietly looked at Huo Zhanming, who was angry opposite, "then I'll continue."

"What do you want to say? What else do you want to say?" Huo Zhanming gnashed his teeth and wanted to shoot the villain!

I knew he was a disaster since I was a child. Now I have even done this kind of thing to engage in women outside! If it gets out, how can he raise his head in front of those old comrades in arms? And the Xu family in the capital, if you know——

Huo Zhanming tried to calm his anger: "how did that Shuyuan die?"

"Air crash."

Mrs. Huo's tears have fallen. How could this happen? How could her favorite grandson be illegitimate?

"Then why did you say you died of dystocia? Now the Xu family thinks nianyan is Shuyuan's child. If they know the truth in the future, they may doubt that you killed Shuyuan and want the mother and son outside to be justified..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Huo Zhanming snapped at his wife. Can such words be nonsense!

The original warm and happy living room suddenly turned into a battlefield filled with gunsmoke. The debris on the ground and the extremely low air pressure were suffocating.

Jian Huan saw blood sliding over Huo Mo Ting's eyebrows, but he didn't even frown. He didn't want to let him face it alone. Jian Huan stood up. Almost the moment she got up, Yan Jingshen looked at her. Once some things were buried, they would begin to sprout madly.

Just as Jane Huan was about to speak, there was a rapid sound of high heels at the door and a woman's gentle voice: "what's the matter at home? Mom and Dad, what's the matter?"

"What's going on at home? Mom and Dad, what's the matter?"

The gentle and soft female voice broke the stalemate atmosphere in the room and attracted a group of people who were at war.

Including Jane Huan who just stood up.