CEO's Forced Love

"You can't wait for a car at this time," Yan an got off the bus and enthusiastically wanted to help Jane Huan carry things: "get on the bus!"

Yan Jingshen held the steering wheel in both hands and looked at the front. There was no too much expression on his face. Instead, he seemed to be the hypocritical Jane Huan who had been prevaricating.

After looking at a crowded bus, Jane Huan finally sat in the back seat: "please."

"It's all right. Anyway, my brother is all right." Yan'an said and pulled Yan Jingshen, "do you say, brother?"

Yan Jingshen gave a light hum and started the car.

Jane Huan thought carefully. In fact, Yan An'an was present. There was nothing wrong with her taking this free ride. There was still a fare left.

If she saw Yanjing deep diaphragm, it should be more uncomfortable for Yanjing deep to see her now.

My ex-wife became the sister of my fiancee. If it were her, I would have to toss and turn. I'm afraid one of them will be exposed accidentally.

"Where do you live now?" Yan An'an turned back to talk to Jane Huan from time to time.

Jane Huan looked up from her mobile phone and replied, "Jindi art scene."

"Is that the newly built rich community? I heard that the land price in that area is the highest in Fengcheng. Brother, does your company have a real estate there?"

Yan Jingshen glanced at the "lively" Yan an, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "when did you care about the company?"

"Why don't I care? It's natural for my sister to care about my brother..."

Yan An'an answered back, and then asked Jian Huan, "did you buy a house over there? How much is it? I also want to buy it."

"I didn't buy it. I don't know the specific house price over there. It's about 4 million."

Yan'an was shocked and looked at Yan Jingshen: "just because you local tyrants exist, you will fry the house price so high!"

This time, Yan Jingshen didn't talk to her again, and even the smile on his mouth restrained.

The atmosphere inside the car was a little depressed for the moment.

Yan An'an looked at Yan Jingshen, who was silent, and Jian Huan, who was taking care of his mobile phone in the back seat, also leaned powerlessly against his seat.

What if she could suck up the parties?

Jane Huan lowered her head and brushed her microblog. She saw a message in the square: "if a serious and arrogant man is willing to tell you jokes and lower his file, marry him." today, with the proliferation of Internet language, such a sentence is not uncommon.

She texted Huo moting and asked him what he was doing.

Soon there was a reply: "just finished the meeting, ready to go back, home?"

"On the way." after three words, Jane Huan hesitated and wrote the last sentence: "tell me a joke!"

The cell phone didn't vibrate until the car got off the overhead.

Yan An'an looked at Jian Huan from the rearview mirror: "texting with people?"

Jane Huan didn't deny it. She was going to put away her mobile phone, but a text message came in.

"In order to win the honor of being an energy-saving model, a child stayed in the bathroom and didn't allow his family to flush the toilet all day. As a result, the toilet was blocked."

She looked at the jokes on the screen, then put her mobile phone in her bag, turned her head and looked out at the gray sky, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

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Yan Jingshen drove the car, but his mind fell elsewhere. He couldn't control his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Jian Huan's long hair rose at random, revealing Bai Xi's slender neck and side face, like a beautiful white swan overlooking the distance.

His fingers clutching the steering wheel, his joints protruding, a little white.

In the rearview mirror is her upturned lip corner, and the pear vortex on her cheek is looming.

Were you texting Huo moting just now?

The information revealed during the conversation between Jian Huan and An'an constantly reminds him of one thing - Jian Huan lives in the house under the name of Huo moting.

When did Huo moting start to care about her so much?

Yan Jing looked deeply at the crowded road ahead and suddenly felt very upset.

The memories that he had neglected in the past became clear. He remembered those old men and upstarts who looked at Jian Huan with lustful eyes in the business field. At that time, he just looked on coldly. Now he remembered that he was unable to calm his anger. He couldn't even say why he was so angry.

Is it jealousy? Or heartache? There is no way to prove it.

He still remembers that when Yan had just started again, the last director of the Land Planning Bureau in Fengcheng invited him to dinner once. Accompanied by Jian Huan as an assistant, as soon as he arrived at the dinner table, director Zhu, who was over 50, asked Jian Huan to sit next to him. He didn't look at Jian Huan's eyes for help, but just raised a glass and smiled at Director Zhu.