CEO's Forced Love

Huo nianyan sipped the corners of his mouth stained with ice cream, turned his eyes, and never gave directions.

Jane Huan lost her smile and almost cleaned up. She went back to the desk and saw that he was doing an arithmetic problem with a pencil. His small mouth bit the pen head and twisted his small eyebrows. He was serious and thought hard. It was estimated that he would not do it. She looked up and asked her, "how much is the answer to this problem?"

Jane Huan flicked his forehead. As soon as the little guy's eyes turned, she knew what he was up to: "don't think of getting something for nothing."

Huo nianyan covered his forehead and wept in his heart. Sure enough, his stepmother's nature was exposed and became more and more fierce to him!

Jane Huan patted his ass and said, "sit over."

Huo nianyan moved and gave half of his space to Jianhuan. Jianhuan took a pen and began to tutor him on problems he couldn't do.

The little guy's big black and bright eyes fell on her face. As for the topic she talked about, it went in the right ear and out the left ear. Jian Huan's mouth was dry. He returned the pen to him. He still shook his legs, scratched his ears and cheeks, and didn't work out a problem.

"Didn't understand?" Jane Huan thought she was very easy to understand.

Huo Nian said vaguely. When Jian Huan planned to tell him again, he said, "school will begin in two days."

Jane Huan also glanced at him and continued to explain to him.

Huo nianyan wriggled around in his chair, which was his usual irritability.

Jane Huan looked at him sideways. He wrinkled a small face and looked at her with some resentment. She couldn't help asking, "are you feeling sick?"

Huo nianyan snorted, put down his pencil, climbed around the quilt, and stared straight at the ceiling.

Unspeakable sadness and listlessness.

"Did you eat enough?" Jane Huan touched his face. It wasn't hot. It shouldn't be a fever.

Huo nianyan seemed to have suffered a major blow. He didn't move and wrapped himself like a silkworm baby.

Jane Huan sat beside the bed and said, "what's wrong? Can you tell me?"

After a long time, Huo nianyan turned his head and looked at her with complaints and discontent in his eyes: "school will begin the day after tomorrow."

Jane Huan understood the implication of his words and pinched his tender cheek: "have you bought all the stationery? If not, I'll take you to the mall tomorrow and buy two more clothes by the way. I think you seem to grow up again recently."

Huo nianyan's face was better. He tilted his eyes. Jian Huan said, "I'm very busy tomorrow afternoon..."

"I'll come in the morning. How about nine?"

Looking at the little guy struggling to cope, Jane Huan straightened out his messy curls: "go to bed early, or you won't get up tomorrow."

Jane Huan turned off the light in her bedroom and was about to turn off the desk lamp. Huo nianyan looked at her and asked, "how about going to grandma's house tonight?"

"Can I take this sentence as that you care about me?"

Huo nianyan rolled his eyes, and a cerebellar bag shrank in the quilt: "who cares about you, you have betrayed me."

Jane Huan bowed her head and kissed him on the face. The little guy blushed, put his head into the quilt, turned over, and a childish voice sounded stuffy from the quilt: "let's go, let's go, I'm going to sleep!"

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Jian Huan came out of Huo nianyan's room. "Meat balls" sprang out of some corner and swayed their tails around him.

Squat down and touch his fat body: "meat balls, you should lose weight!"

"Rouyuan" is a very spiritual bulldog, or it is thought that the topic of weight loss has been mentioned by too many people. After listening to Jian Huan, it immediately fell to the ground and couldn't stand up. Its four short legs retracted and pretended to be dead. Jian Huan patted its head and got up to go downstairs, but he noticed the yard from the corner of his eye.

Huo Mo Ting turned his back to the window of the corridor on the second floor, his slender body shrouded in the night, and pulled out a long dark shadow on the ground.

Jianhuan noticed sparks flickering on his side. It should be a cigarette sandwiched between his fingers.

She didn't know who called, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Huo moting downstairs seemed to notice that there were eyes staring at him, holding his mobile phone and looking up at the window. Even though the light was dim at night, Jian Huan still smiled at him, then turned and went downstairs. As soon as he reached the slow platform, he had hung up the phone and entered the house.

"Ready to go back?" Huo Mo Ting naturally saw the bag in Jian Huan's hand.

"HMM." Jane Huan's eyes fell on his right hand. There was no smoke. She probably twisted it out and threw it away before she came in.