CEO's Forced Love

"Just in time, I also have something to tell you, Huanhuan, where do you live? I'll pick you up."

"Don't bother so much. Just say it on the phone."

Su Manrong listened to her, and her voice became more and more urgent: "Huanhuan, count your mother, please, will you see your mother?"

Mom

When Su Manrong said this title, Jane's eyes were red with joy, but she tried to restrain her emotions: "it's not necessary."

"As long as you come out, your mother will tell you what you want to know."

There was a rapid trot of high-heeled shoes and a greeting from others from the receiver, but Su Manrong was tired of coping and fell on Jian Huan at the other end of the phone: "Huanhuan, things are not what you think..."

"So what? Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin your peaceful life, and I won't tell anyone you have another daughter."

Jane Huan hung up without waiting for another explanation.

The cell phone bell rang in the living room, again and again, again and again.

Jane Huan threw the phone aside, got up and went back to the bedroom. She closed the door and leaned against the back of the door. Her nose was sour and her eyes were red.

She went to the bedside cabinet, took out a thick book from the bottom drawer, and took out a black-and-white photo from it.

Looking at the beautiful woman with two pigtails in the photo, Jane Huan was suffocated. She had never complained so much in her life.

Why do you show up when you're gone? Or in this capacity?

When she saw Su Manrong, she didn't even dare to think more. When Huo moting wanted to say about her surrogacy, her inner fear was unbearable. Su Manrong was brother Huo moting's wife. If she was... What kind of existence should nianyan be?

Thinking of Huo nianyan and the picture of those fleshy little hands covering her face to warm her, Jane Huan took a deep breath and returned to the living room. When the mobile phone rang again, she picked it up. There came Su Manrong's surprised and happy voice: "Huanhuan, will you listen to me..."

"Address." Jane Huan interrupted her.

Su Manrong was stunned.

"Didn't you tell me everything I wanted to ask? Tell me the address and I'll find you."

Jane Huan didn't want to say any more irrelevant words to her. She said the name of a coffee shop and put down the phone.

Su Manrong's voice "Huanhuan" seemed to linger in her ears.

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When Jianhuan arrived at the cafe, Su Manrong was already in the card seat. When she saw her, she immediately stood up.

"Huanhuan..." Su Manrong got up in a hurry and accidentally bumped into the waiter passing by with a drink.

In a hurry, the drink splashed Su Manrong's clothes, but she didn't know it. She just eagerly looked at Jane Huan coming.

Jane Huan doesn't open her eyes and pretends not to see the tears under her eyes.

The waiter wiped Su Manrong's clothes: "madam, would you like to go to the bathroom to scrub?"

Su Manrong shook his head and refused to remove his eyes from Jian Huan. "No, order me two glasses of oranges... Huanhuan, what do you like to drink?"

Jane Huan said to the waiter, "a cup of boiled water, I'll go right away."

Su Manrong's face flashed past, and her hands folded together revealed her uneasy and messy mood at the moment.

"Sit down," said Jane Huan lightly.

Su Manrong nodded hurriedly. He wanted to sit down and stand up again. He looked at Jian Huan eagerly: "Huanhuan, there is sunshine here. Why don't you sit here."

Jian Huan looked at the self-centered woman opposite and couldn't compare her with the image of abandoning a young girl. She ignored Su Manrong's hospitality and sat down directly in the card seat. Su Manrong sat down with him, and a burst of silence filled between them.

The waiter who brought the drink broke the awkward atmosphere.

Su Manrong holds the drink cup in both hands. Because she holds it too tightly, her fingers are almost white. She looks up at Jian Huan: "how have you been these years?"

Jane Huan's opening remarks are not new. She also wants to ask herself how she's been these years?

Su Manrong is wearing a Korean sweater, black pencil pants and a pair of milk white slope heels. Her long hair is neatly pulled up. Jian Huan can't find a white hair on her head. She can only see one or two fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she looks closely on her properly maintained face. She exudes the unique temperament of an artist. She is such a gentle and elegant woman, It's hard to imagine the schizophrenic Madwoman in grandma's mouth.

If Su Manrong is crazy, who else is normal in this world?