CEO's Forced Love

Huo moting promises Jian Huan to have dinner with Ye Zhiqiu. It's not how generous he is, but someone broke into his office.

In the sofa area, Huo moting overlapped his long legs, picked up his coffee cup and sipped. He was in a much better mood than Su Manrong opposite.

After a long silence, Su Manrong took out the newspaper in his bag. Huo Mo Ting just put it back into the coffee cup, and the newspaper just fell in his hand.

Huo moting looked at the picture in the newspaper and looked like a light cloud.

Su Manrong finally lost his temper: "I asked people's newspapers why they published such a groundless report. Guess what people said?"

“……”

"The executive editor of the city daily just said to me that this is the age of national entertainment. Let me not mind too much!"

Su Manrong took a deep breath: "how can I not mind? It says my daughter!"

"Mo Ting, tell me honestly, did you let the newspaper publish it?"

Huo Mo Ting's action of drinking coffee was sluggish. He raised his eyes and looked at Su Manrong deeply. He was not angry. He said in a very light tone: "since my sister-in-law has determined that I did it, no matter how I explain it, you won't listen."

"I'm afraid I can't afford it." Su Manrong looks bad and has a green halo in the bottom of her eyes. She thinks huoyiwei is still crying in her room when she goes out. When she thinks about Jane Huan, her palm clenches her palm. "If you still know that you are an elder, you shouldn't do these things!"

"Which uncle will touch his niece? Even if it's not his own, everyone with a little conscience knows the code of ethics."

Su Manrong looked at Huo Mo ting and blushed: "who don't like her? How old was she when she gave birth to a child? How old were you then!"

Huo Mo Ting didn't say anything, even frown, and let Su Manrong scold.

Su Manrong suddenly began to cry. Thinking of what happened these years, Jian Huan and Huo Zhengdong, she was overwhelmed with grief.

"Mo Ting, even if I beg you, as long as you are willing to nod, I will take Huanhuan abroad immediately. She is still so young and is not suitable for you. Maybe now she is infatuated with you. You are so different. There are great differences in life experience and values. It is difficult to guarantee that she will not regret one day."

Huo moting finally opened his mouth: "she is already an adult and will be responsible for her decisions."

"How should she be responsible? If Zhengdong is still alive, Huanhuan will be your niece growing up. How can you bear..." Su Manrong choked, but finally looked at Huo Mo Ting firmly: "I also told you that I won't agree with you when I die!"

Huo Mo Ting got up and looked down at Su Manrong who was still sitting there. His eyes were a little cold, but his voice was low but hard: "I can't control the life and death of others. As long as she said she wanted to stay with me, even if you jump down from here now, my eyes won't blink. If you don't believe it, you can try."

With that, he took the lead out of the office.

Su Manrong listened to his words, paralyzed on the sofa, and his fingers trembled gently.

Just as ye Zhiqiu drove to the door of a Chinese restaurant, Huo nianyan's phone came, and the little guy secretly used his cell phone again.

The moment she picked up the phone, Jane Huan was considering whether to temporarily confiscate the little guy's mobile phone to avoid his wandering in class.

Huo nianyan said on the phone that he would have lunch with Jane Huan in the school canteen because he had to have class in the afternoon.

"You've changed a lot now," Ye Zhiqiu said as he turned around.

Jian Huan looked at a toy store on the side of the road outside the window. There was a small yellow plush toy hanging at the door: "maybe the mentality is different."

"I think it's because of a different man."

"..." Jian Huan didn't deny Ye Zhiqiu's joke, but just smiled with her lips.

At a small door, Jane Huan saw Huo nianyan in the car. The little guy was looking around.

When the car stopped, Jian Huan got down from the co driver's seat: "read!"

When the little guy heard the familiar voice and looked over, he suddenly changed his anxious expression, put his hands behind his back and came over: "coming?"

"Cold or not?" Jian Huan saw that he was not wearing gloves, squatted down and grabbed his little hand and covered it in his palm.

Huo nianyan looked faint and said.

Ye Zhiqiu, who had just got off the bus, saw his fart and laughed: "the hair hasn't grown yet. What's old?"

Huo nianyan glanced at her and calmly said to Jian Huan, "go in. There will be no food in the canteen later."