CEO's Forced Love

The last sentence of President Hong contained a lot of information. Jian Huan got into Huo moting's car, pulled his seat belt and asked, "when will Donglin cooperate with Hongyuan?"

"It has just been determined recently and has not been announced in time."

Jane Huan bit her lip, and Huo moting saw her mind: "it has nothing to do with you. The east of Lanyuan project has long wanted to find a partner."

"Then why not other real estate companies?" it's Hongyuan she just entered?

Bentley Continental drove out of the parking lot, merged into the vast traffic flow, and stopped at an intersection. Huo moting's index finger tapped the steering wheel: "Hongyuan has strong strength in Fengcheng real estate. Don't you want me to find Yan?"

Jane Huan pursed her lips and explained, "I didn't say that."

"The real estate industry in the past two years is not as good as in previous years. Lanyuan has a huge investment in this project. Finding a cooperative investor can share the risk. This is a decision made by Donglin's internal senior management through a meeting, not a decision I can make alone." his implication is that Hongyuan is Donglin's partner no matter where she works.

Whether it's her affectation, amorousness or wishful thinking, Jane Huan always feels that she can't get rid of her relationship.

Her fingers pulled the seat belt, turned and looked at him: "Huo moting, although there is a great gap in economic and social status between us, I always want to be with you in an equal relationship. I don't want you to make any compromise because of me, either in life or in life."

Huo Mo Ting didn't look at her. He held the steering wheel in one hand and put her hand on his lap: "you think too much."

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After delivering milk tea on the * day, Jian Huan found that the employees on the floor of Huo moting's office smiled when they met their own.

When she entered the office, Jane Huan saw the bunch of red roses at a glance. She looked at Huo moting, who took off her coat in surprise: "do you really put it in a vase?"

She thought... She thought he would laugh it off and throw it into the dustbin.

Huo Mo Ting looked up at her and seemed to say, "didn't you let me plug in? What's the fuss now?"

Jane Huan really didn't expect that the president and the Huo family would listen to her so much. She fiddled with a dying Rose: "the flowers are going to wither and hinder the landscape in the office. If you want to like it, I'll order another bunch."

Huo Mo Ting ignored her. Jian Huan looked at him and said, "what's the matter with you calling me here?"

Just then, Yang Xi came in with a yellow skirt. When she saw Jian Huan, she smiled friendly and said to Huo moting, "Mr. Huo, here are your clothes."

Jane Huan guessed that it was for herself. When Huo moting asked her to try it on in the lounge, she took it in obediently without saying a word.

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Yang Xi looked at Jane Huan's ponytail shaking gently when she walked. When she closed the door of the lounge, she couldn't help sighing: "it's nice to be young."

"You're not old either." Huo moting answered casually. He kept looking at the documents.

"Old!" Yang Xi said with self mockery. Looking at the man sitting behind the desk, years left only a deep introverted and steady on him. Thirty four is the best age for a man, but for a woman, her youth is gone. She is arm in arm, a little less respect, and more like a conversation between friends.

"The guy in Las Vegas called me today and asked me if you had a woman outside."

Huo Mo Ting paused and looked up.

Yang Xi shrugged: "she said she called you last night. It was a woman who answered."

"How did you answer?"

"... what can I say? I didn't know anything at all. She also complained to me that after the Spring Festival, she deliberately went home without telling her family and wanted you to spend her birthday with her. As a result, she guarded outside the Qinyuan villa and didn't see you go to the door. I know. You stayed in Shoudu for a few days."

The door of the lounge snapped open, Yang Xi closed her mouth, and Huo Mo Ting also looked at the lounge.

Jane Huan covered the back of her skirt and half a zipper. She couldn't reach it. She looked to Yang Xi for help. The latter was just about to pass——

"You go out first." Huo Mo Ting suddenly said.

Yang Xi understood what he meant, closed the door with a smile and went out.

Jian Huan saw Huo Mo Ting back from his chair, got up and walked to her: "turn around."

Next to the transparent toughened French window, Jian Huan's side head, can vaguely see the man behind her zipping her little by little. When she pulled to the end, Huo Mo Ting suddenly took off her head rope tied with horsetail. In a moment, her smooth and straight black hair spread out and fell on her shoulders.