CEO's Forced Love

When Jianhuan saw that there was no porridge in his bowl, he got up to help him fill it, but he suddenly turned his head and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Wait until I'm done."

"I'll do it with you." Huo Mo Ting looked at her mysterious appearance and wanted to see through her.

Jane Huan looked at the bedroom, then bowed her head and kissed his thin lips in an attempt to divert his attention, but she was hugged by him and sat on his lap. The mellow baritone sounded in her ear: "what's so shady? Is it going to date a young man behind my back?"

Jane Huan was amused by him. She just wanted to reply, but she found that although his tone was playful, his eyes were very serious, not like joking with her.

She leaned in his arms and held the back of his hand on her waist: "I asked Zhiqiu to accompany me."

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Huo moting sent Jian Huan to the gate of Xingyu capital. She didn't let him drive in. When he got off, Huo nianyan instinctively climbed out.

Huo nianyan slammed the door and stood beside Jane Huan: "let's go."

Looking at his posture, Jian Huan knew that the man in the car didn't tell Huo nianyan that he couldn't take care of him today. In other words, Huo moting deliberately wanted Huo nianyan to "monitor" her. She knocked on the front passenger's window, and soon the window fell, and Huo moting looked out.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and no one spoke. Finally, Huo Mo Ting first moved his eyes and said to Huo: "get on the bus."

Huo nianyan climbed back into the car, and the father and son drove away.

Jane Huan entered the community. When she went downstairs, she saw Yan Jingshen get out of the car. It was the suit she wore last night.

He came over, his face was not good, and his eyebrows frowned: "where did you go last night?"

Jane Huan glanced at him, didn't answer, opened the security door and was ready to go upstairs.

Yan Jingshen took a long step forward and was about to follow him upstairs. Jian Huan blocked the stairs: "what do you want to do?"

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" even if she stood on the steps, he was still a little higher than her, and his eyes looked at her a little aggressive.

"No."

Yan Jingshen: "I have something to tell you."

"That's your business. It's up to me. Now I don't want to hear it. Please leave."

"Were you with Huo Mo Ting last night?"

Jane Huan frowned. He stared at her and laughed: "Huo nianyan, are you and his son?"

"Don't you know?" Yan Jingshen chuckled, but his eyes went straight to the bottom of her eyes: "there are clues to the things a few years ago."

Jane Huan heard a fire: "Yan Jingshen, why didn't I know you were so keen on gossip? Did your fiancee know you were here all night?"

Sure enough, his face was more gloomy: "do you want to marry Huo Mo Ting so much?"

"He thinks I'm good. It happens that I like him very much. Naturally, I came together. Do you think I'm going to die alone after I got divorced? I won't bother you to intervene in my affairs in the future. I don't owe your family any more, and I don't want to have anything to do with you."

With that, Jane Huan turned and went straight upstairs.

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Back in the apartment, Jane Huan seemed to hold her breath in her chest and sat for a while before she remembered what she was going to do today. She turned out the number she got last night from her mobile phone and hesitated for a few minutes before she dialed it. Soon there was a connection, and there came an elegant and gentle female voice: "Hello, who?"

"Hello, I'm Jane Huan." Jane Huan tried to keep her voice calm.

There was a moment of silence. Jian Huan heard footsteps. Su Manrong should get up and walk to a corner. She didn't want others to hear the phone.

Jane Huan clenched her mobile phone. Even if she had already been prepared, she still felt bad when she heard Su Manrong's taboo.

"Huanhuan, are you still there?" Su Manrong's eager voice sounded in the receiver.

Jane Huan gave a gentle "um".

"Huanhuan, what's the matter with you calling me?" Su Manrong's heart pounded and forgot to ask her how to know her number.

Jane Huan pulled a paper towel in her left hand. When her fingers curled up, the paper towel was rubbed out of shape. Listening to Su Manrong's voice, it was like an afterlife. She had dreamed of her mother's voice countless times in her dream. Unexpectedly, she really heard it, but she had no imagined joy and excitement.

Jane Huan went straight to the subject: "there's something I want to ask you."