CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan nodded frankly, "I'm afraid, so we'll keep this secret."

Don't say it until you die.

Yan Jing felt a pain in his heart, but he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't move the corners of his mouth. He looked at Jian Huan's white and beautiful facial features, like a piece of jade covered with dust. Now someone has cleared the dust on it, and the jade again exudes the warm and shining light of the past, charming and attractive.

Jane Huan reached out to break his fingers, but Yan Jingshen made a sudden effort. She stumbled and was locked in his arms.

"Yan Jingshen, what are you doing!"

Yan Jingshen put his arms firmly around her, lowered his head, and his lips almost touched the tip of her ears: "what if I don't get engaged to Yi Wei?"

Jane Huan struggled.

Yan Jingshen held her tighter. The once familiar breath seemed to drown her. He repeated, "what if I don't get engaged?"

If he's not engaged, will she come back to him?

Jane Huan let him hold her, but her eyes were red, and a burst of warmth poured into her eyes.

It was not shaking, but a kind of sadness. In the dead of night, she had humbly prayed that he could come back to her.

Now he said he was willing to come back, no matter how sincere or fake, but she couldn't afford his turn.

Moreover, it is hard to guarantee that he is not unwilling to say this now. How can he afford to lose if he refuses to admit defeat like that?

Yan Jingshen saw that Jane Huan didn't respond for a long time. He loosened his arms and put his hand on her shoulder: "are you willing to come back to me again?"

Jane Huan looked back at him for a long time and shook her head, "do you think we can go back?"

How could the harm he planted in her heart be easily erased? Even if we are together, we can't go back to the original place.

He pushed her out to be convicted. He handed her over to the kidnappers for Huo Yiwei. His mother knelt down and begged her not to destroy them

These pains, she doesn't say, doesn't mean she doesn't mind, but they are too painful to describe.

"Are you in love with Huo Mo Ting?"

Jane Huan looked at him. When his breathing became heavier, she smelled the smell of alcohol: "you're drunk. Go back early."

When you ask a person solemnly, she is the most embarrassed to.

Yan Jingshen looked at her calm and light look, and he was like a poor beggar, pleading for her alms. His fingers were clenched, and Jian Huan's shoulder seemed to be crushed by him. She ate pain, "Yan Jingshen, let me go, and then get in the car and leave..."

Jian Huan's skin is white and red, and the dim yellow road light sprinkles dots in her black and white eyes. She carries the fragrance after bathing and the familiar taste, just like countless nights in the past. After a busy day, he can sleep with her in his arms.

Before Jian Huan finished, a shadow suddenly covered her. She never thought that Yan Jingshen would fiercely kiss her.

"Oh... Let go!" Jane Huan struggled not to start, but she couldn't push him away: "Yan... Depth of field... You... Oh... Crazy!"

Yan Jingshen, as if consumed with her, forcefully clamped her, trying to pry open her closed lips.

The next moment, a fierce fist wind blew, and his right face hurt severely.

Jane Huan regained her freedom. Just as she wanted to escape, she had been dragged and pasted with a solid and warm chest.

She turned her head——

Huo Mo Ting was already standing beside her. He had a calm face, a pair of dark eyes looking at Yan Jingshen, and his hand on her waist was very strong.

Yan Jingshen's thumb slipped over the corner of his mouth and there were a few strands of blood. He looked at Huo moting holding Jian Huan in a possessive attitude and sneered.

Jian Huan is in a complicated mood. She doesn't know how to explain. When did Huo moting come down? And how much did he see and hear?

Think of the cold war between the two before, will the situation be worse now?

Huo Mo Ting beat Yan Jingshen's hand hanging on his side, clenched it, loosened it, and clenched it again and again. He tried to restrain his emotions repeatedly. His eyes were terrible. Yan Jingshen saw a man's paranoid possessiveness and anger. It happened that Huo Mo Ting restrained all his anger when he looked down at Jian Huan: "are you okay?"

Oh, what a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Jane Huan thought Huo moting would drag himself away. After all, with his temper, he could definitely do such a thing, but——

Before he took her away, he said to Yan Jingshen, "my woman never allows others to touch."