CEO's Forced Love

Jian Huan didn't expect that he was still thinking about it: "Huo Mo Ting, you are in your thirties. How can you still quarrel with a child."

"...." Huo moting said in a tough tone: "I'll just argue with him. What's the matter? Don't go."

Jian Huan repeatedly promised: "I don't see anyone else, just Zhiqiu. I have an appointment with her..."

"We'll ask her out for dinner tomorrow."

"... did anyone say that you are sometimes as childish as a child?"

Huo Mo Ting looked down at her for a few seconds and spit out a sentence: "don't you like childish children?"

Jian Huan is speechless. Huo moting is often unreasonable at this time. After a while, she looked up and wanted to talk, but he suddenly bent his head and the familiar smell of men came. Her brain buzzed. I didn't expect him to do so casually. He kissed her at the door of the small room, or at the door of the Huo family's small room!

"Oh ~" for fear of being seen, Jane Huan put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away.

The more she struggled, the more emotional he was. He pried open her teeth. The man's thin and powerful lips pressed her. The probing tongue attacked the pool and swept the ground in her mouth and entangled with her tongue. The crisp sensory stimulation made her lose herself for a short time, and her hands instinctively grabbed his shirt.

Huo Mo Ting held the back of Jian Huan's head in one hand and her waist in the other. He looked at Huo Zhongxiao who had just come downstairs.

"..." Huo Zhongxiao opened his mouth. After all, he didn't make a sound and turned back.

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A cough sounded nearby.

Jian Huan glanced at old Mrs. Huo standing at the entrance of the stairs and immediately pushed Huo Mo Ting, who released her.

Different from the embarrassment that Jian Huan was caught on the spot, Huo moting remained calm as much as he wanted.

Mrs. Huo looked at Jane Huan's rosy cheeks with a complicated look. She knew that she was forced by her son. When she went downstairs, she heard Jane Huan call her "aunt". The old lady went out of the house with a hum. Looking at the servants who were still busy washing dishes in the yard, the old lady sighed heavily.

Thinking of the words that her eldest daughter-in-law begged her to persuade Xiao San upstairs just now, Mrs. Huo was also sad and pitied the parents all over the world!

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Huo moting took his mobile phone to answer the phone outside. Jane Huan covered her red hot cheek, turned and saw old Mrs. Huo: "aunt."

"Well... I asked Aunt Zhang to make Tremella red dates and bring you some?"

Jane Huan hurriedly said, "no, I'm not hungry."

"Then eat with me," added Mrs. Huo.

Jane Huan nodded. She saw that old lady Huo might have something to say to herself. She couldn't help looking at the door. Huo moting hasn't come back yet.

Sitting in the living room, Jane Huan didn't touch tremella and red dates. The old lady ate two mouthfuls but tasted the same.

"Huanhuan, I have a few words to tell you..."

"We just want to talk to mom too." Huo moting's voice suddenly rang out and interrupted Mrs. Huo.

Mrs. Huo saw Huo moting coming: "have you made a good call so soon?"

Just as Jane Huan was about to turn back, Huo moting had sat down beside her. He held her hand, as if he didn't see the old lady's guilt, and said, "today I brought Jane Huan mainly to see my father, but now I think I shouldn't hide something from mom."

"What... What's up?"

Jane Huan probably knew what he wanted to say and couldn't help holding his hand.

Huo Mo Ting looked at Mrs. Huo, rolled her throat and said, "in fact, Jian Huan is the biological mother of Nian Yan."

The spoon in Mrs. Huo's hand fell on the tea table. She couldn't slow down. She pointed to Jane Huan, tied her tongue and said something bad: "she... She?"

Jane Huan opened her mouth at the right time: "I'm sorry to have kept it from you for so long, aunt."

Huo Zhongxiao came down from upstairs and saw his mother walking around in the living room, chanting words in his mouth, as if he had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation.

Seeing him, Mrs. Huo immediately asked, "second, where's your father?"

"... in the study." old Mrs. Huo went upstairs in a hurry before she said anything.

Before long, Huo Zhanming's angry roar came from his study: "I said you're an old woman. I haven't said a word yet. What are you yelling about!"

The door of the study opened. Mrs. Huo came out and stood at the door and said, "Huo Zhanming, I've put my words here. Don't tell me that I have no son. I can't let my grandson have no mother anymore. You can do it yourself!"