CEO's Forced Love

Huo nianyan opened the door, calmly retracted his neck, took his two small hands off the door frame and carried them behind his back: "I wanted to ask you whether you want to eat sugar fried chestnuts, but I think you should not." then he swaggered downstairs.

Huo nianyan's pace slowed down when he turned over the slow platform. When he returned to the living room, eating chestnuts tasted like chewing wax.

Little Jane is the daughter of his big aunt. His father said he would marry little Jane as his wife. Will he call big aunt's later grandmother or later grandmother?

What a serious question!

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Huo moting received a call from chief of staff Huo on his way to the company.

The opening was a deafening roar: "what else can't you do, even your sister-in-law's daughter?"

"I didn't know at that time."

"Don't know? You don't know. How old was she when she was 17 or 18?"

Huo Mo Ting's taste was careless: "no matter how old, I'll give birth to my grandson for you."

Referring to the Huo family's little jinsun, Huo Zhanming's roar suddenly disappeared, only a gasp of anger.

After a while, Huo Zhanming said, "you've been raising her outside all these years?"

If so, then this Jane Huan is really a thoughtful woman and coaxes the old woman around!

"I just met her again recently. Don't impose your subjective judgment on her. She's not that kind of woman."

"What kind of woman is she?" Huo Zhanming was angry again. "A good girl will have a baby with you at the age of 17 or 18? I know you're married!"

Huo Mo Ting didn't answer and let Huo Zhanming vent: "how did I give birth to such a thing as you? Ah? Good don't learn, but bad!"

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." Huo moting is going to get a Bluetooth headset.

"Wait a minute!" Huo Zhanming stopped drinking in time and spoke again. His voice was a little dry. He was really old: "you brought Yiwei to me on the day of her engagement."

"I'll see what kind of woman she is!"

——Patter! Put the phone down.

Huo moting didn't immediately take off his headphones and dialed Yang Xi's phone: "help me prepare a yellow skirt for the engagement banquet."

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At the appointed time in the afternoon, Jane Huan walked into the tattoo shop.

The people inside have tattoos and dyed hair more or less, which has the smell of youth.

The woman who washed Jane Huan's tattoo was a woman in her early thirties. She had a gentle personality that didn't match the fashion dress. Pointing to the Datura tattoo on Jane Huan's ankle, she asked her, "are you sure you want to wash it off? If you regret it, don't come to me again."

Jane Huan lay on the table and said, "wash it."

It's like giving up a relationship. Although there will be short-term pain, it's better than leaving a cancer as a hidden danger.

Even if it hurt when she stabbed the Datura, now she has to endure the same pain when she washes it off, but she doesn't regret it.

When the tattooist turned on the laser pen, Jane Huan shrunk her left foot. When she was about to start, Jane Huan suddenly stopped.

"Regret?" the tattooer smiled and planned to finish work.

Jane Huan sat up on the table and said to the tattooist, "can you help me with my bag?"

He took the bag, thanked him, took out his mobile phone, hesitated, and finally ordered Huo moting's number and sent a text message.

"Will you go home for dinner tonight?" in fact, it's just looking for courage.

She was not brave since childhood. In order to get part of the contract for Yan Shi, she was taken advantage of by some people in the business field these years. It was not that she was not afraid, just because she had a belief to support her at that time.

Huo moting's reply was not a text message, but a phone call: "where?"

"Outside, I'll go shopping later."

"May have to go back later."

"OK." even the little uneasiness at the bottom of my heart dissipated.

After hanging up the phone, the tattooist smiled vaguely at Jane: "boyfriend?"

Jane Huan didn't deny it. She lay back and said, "go on." she was still holding her cell phone tightly in her hand.

When the laser hit the skin, even if she bit her teeth and endured it, tears still slipped out of the corners of her eyes, and the pain was extremely numb.

The tattooist glanced at Jian Huan, who was sweating but didn't cry. He spent a lot of time washing the tattoo, and a small piece of the pillow had been wet.

When it was done, Jane Huan looked down at her bloody ankle and had an illusion of rebirth.

The tattoo artist explained some precautions to her.