CEO's Forced Love

Regardless of his naked body, Jane Huan laboriously hugged and dragged him to the bedroom. Huo moting didn't open his eyes all the way. Put him on the bed. Jian Huan's clothes were also stained with water. He covered the quilt for him. He was going to have a simple wash. A mobile phone rang in the apartment. It wasn't her. Go to the bathroom and take out the mobile phone from the trousers changed by Huo Mo ting. Not the number in the address book.

This point is a break time. Generally, no one calls for no reason.

He took his cell phone back to his bedroom and asked Huo Mo ting to pick up the phone. He didn't respond to many calls. The cell phone rang nonstop. Jian Huan hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button: "Hello, who?"

"... who are you?" there was a clear female voice.

Before Jian Huan opened her mouth, she said to herself, "am I wrong?"

Then the phone was hung up.

Jane Huan just put her cell phone on the bed cabinet. Another phone came in. It was the same number just now.

The other party heard that Jane Huan still answered the phone and asked, "this is Huo moting's mobile phone. I didn't dial the wrong number. Who are you and others?"

The tone of almost questioning was uncomfortable in her ears. Jane Huan frowned, held her mobile phone and said lightly, "he's drunk and asleep."

The other party was silent for a long time and didn't say anything. There was a beep on the phone.

Jian Huan stood by the bed and looked at the dark mobile phone screen. At this moment in the dead of night, to tell the truth, she was in a bad mood.

She has seen such a dog blood plot in TV dramas countless times. She didn't expect that it would happen to her one day. She took a long breath. She stared at the sleeping man in bed for a while, then turned off her cell phone to wash. When she came back again, she saw Huo Mo Ting frowning and stroking her forehead, which seemed very uncomfortable.

Jane Huan poured him a cup of warm water and couldn't help complaining: "didn't you say there was nothing else *, lied to me? Otherwise, why did you call you in the middle of the night? I always talk about him when I ask you. Do you know how embarrassed I am..."

A glass of water soon bottomed out. Jane huangang was about to put him back to bed, but Huo Mo Ting suddenly opened his eyes and took her hand.

He stared at her and looked at her very seriously. His black eyes were very bright. He didn't look like a drunk person.

"Sleep well, I'll put the water cup away," said Jane Huan.

But he stubbornly refused to let go of her hand, squeezed it tightly and wrapped it in his generous palm: "what did you say just now?"

His voice was a little hoarse and told Jane Huan that he was drunk, even if his brain had recovered a trace of clarity.

"Nothing." some words, like vexatious, were her complaints. She longed for him to hear, but was afraid to be heard by him.

When he asked her to repeat it again, Jane Huan didn't have the thick face to say, "stop talking, isn't it a headache? Close your eyes and go to bed."

Huo Mo Ting shook his head. After drinking too much, his head seemed to explode. He looked at Jian Huan who was half kneeling by the bed, clenched her fingers and pinched her gently. His vision began to be a little hazy again, but he still didn't close his eyes: "I didn't raise *, just you."

As soon as this came out, Jane Huan knew that he had heard her muttering just now. She was embarrassed: "aren't you drunk?"

Huo Mo Ting leaned against the head of the bed and had a splitting headache. After a while, he said, "I was drunk, but I didn't die."

“……”

Jane Huan wanted to stand up. He said, "I don't know today is * day."

She looked at him in amazement. How could there be people in the world who didn't know the * Festival?

Besides, he was married. Didn't he ever have a * festival with his wife?

Thinking of his wife, Jian Huan inevitably gets bumps in her heart. Even if the other party has passed away, Jian Huan's feelings for Xu Shuyuan are complex. On the one hand, she blames Xu Shuyuan for stealing eggs from herself, and on the other hand, she appreciates her for doing so. Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a lovely son.

More importantly, she will not meet such a man for the rest of her life.

Huo Mo Ting buckled her five fingers: "this is my first * Festival."

He said it sincerely, so that Jane Huan couldn't judge the credibility of this. She couldn't help asking, "what about your wife? Haven't you ever talked to her?"

Huo moting shook his head.

"How is it possible?" from others' mouth, Xu Shuyuan is a romantic violinist, a romantic person and likes romantic festivals.

"...." Huo Mo Ting still shook his head.

Jane Huan's heart beat faster: "don't you send your wife flowers on * day?"

"The first woman I sent flowers was you."