CEO's Forced Love

"I asked you to surrogate. You took my money. In the end, even my husband and son had to take it away!"

I don't know when Mrs. Huo with tears on her face appeared on the sofa: "teacher Jane, in fact, you are the daughter of Zhengdong. You and the third can't be together."

Xu Shuyuan, who had stood gently on one side, suddenly turned into a python, opened her mouth and jumped at her.

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I don't want to rob your husband. Nianyan is my son

Jane Huan wanted to argue loudly, but her throat was blocked and she couldn't make a sound. It seemed that someone was calling her name in her ear.

In the dream, Su Manrong suddenly walked towards her with a ferocious face, raised a hand and slapped her down: "ask you to hook / lead my little brother-in-law!"

Jane Huan only felt a faint pain in her cheek, not a dream, but a real pain. It seemed that someone was really patting her face, but her strength was much lighter than Su Manrong in her dream. A low and powerful male voice sounded through the fog: "Jane Huan, Jane Huan..."

Her eyelids were heavy. She tried to open her eyes and saw Huo moting squatting at her feet, frowning and patting her cheek.

He still had the car key in his other hand, the leather shoes on his feet had not been changed, and the hem of his coat dragged to the ground, looking like a dusty man.

The light in the restaurant fell on Huo Mo Ting, which was so real that she couldn't believe it. She looked at him stunned, but her fear dissipated a lot.

"What did you dream of?" Huo Mo Ting's low voice was very gentle, and his fingers rubbed the corners of her eyes.

Jane Huan Ben's lax eyes gradually focused and noticed that the door of the apartment was still wide open, and the lights in the aisle lit up the porch.

She shook her head, her face was a little pale, and there was sweat on her forehead, but she gently said, "it's all right. Are you hungry?"

Huo Mo Ting didn't say anything. He picked her up at the waist, sent her back to the master bedroom, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt: "sleep."

Jane Huan looked up at his slightly tired eyebrows and eyes: "didn't you have dinner?"

Huo Mo Ting did not eat dinner, but looking at her eyes like a Jian, she said, "I've eaten."

"Then I'll make supper for you." Jane Huan was about to get up.

Huo Mo Ting held her and sat down beside the bed without taking off his shoes. His slender legs were resting on the edge of the * edge, in an uncomfortable position.

There was only one bedside lamp in the bedroom. The light was soft but dim.

"What did you dream about just now, crying and shouting?"

He asked casually, but Jian Huan's heart was like being pressed by a boulder: "nothing. I dreamed of a snake trying to eat me."

"Then you'll let it bite you?"

Jian Huan had lingering palpitations, and Xu Shuyuan's question in her dream was still clear and audible.

She leaned against Huo Mo Ting, smelled the smell of tobacco on him, and said stuffy, "I can't beat her again."

The living can never fight the dead

Huo Mo Ting looked down at her, looked down at her eyelashes, hugged her shoulder and leaned in his arms: "if it's okay, just teach me to read and do my homework. Don't think all day."

"I didn't think about it." Jane Huan couldn't help retorting. She didn't think about it, but those people and things pestered her.

Huo Mo Ting let go of her: "I'll take a shower. Go to bed first."

Watching him go out and hearing the closing of the bathroom, Jane Huan curled up in the quilt. In fact, she was still a little afraid.

It is said that she thinks deeply every day and dreams at night. She doesn't think much, but she still dreams of these. Is it a bad omen?

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Huo moting took a bath and came out. There was a bowl of freshly cooked dumplings on the table, steaming hot.

He stood at the table and wiped his hair with a bath towel. Then he turned his head and looked towards the bedroom. The people inside were asleep.

He stared down at the bowl, slept for a long time, and turned back to the room.

Jane Huan may have been exhausted by the nightmare just now, lying on her side wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly.

Huo Mo Ting sat down beside the bed, quietly looked at her tired sleeping face, slowly bent down, gently printed her thin lips on the corners of her eyes, lifted her hair when she got up, took the mobile phone, cigarette and lighter in her coat pocket, went to the balcony, didn't forget to turn around and pull the sliding door between her master bedroom.

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When Huo Zhanming received Huo moting's phone call, he was dreaming of attacking Fang Qiu on the Sino Vietnamese battlefield when he was young.

But I was woken up in the middle of the night, especially when I picked up the landline and heard Huo Mo Ting's voice. Without saying a word, I directly put down the phone, pulled out the phone line, lay back in bed and scolded: "bastard, if you don't annoy me, you have to toss me to death!"