CEO's Forced Love

"When it happened in Hengzhou, you misunderstood brother Jingshen. You blame me for my bad idea, and you'll be fine every few days, but you didn't expect..."

"..." Jane Huan said faintly, "I'm going to bed. You should rest early."

Li Jing suddenly said, "sister-in-law, are you alone?"

Jian Huan didn't deny it. Li Jing laughed twice, with a farfetched smile: "a little unexpected..."

"Hang up." Jane Huan put off the phone, pinched her cell phone in her palm, stood in front of the window and breathed out slowly.

I don't know how long she stood. From a distance, she saw two car lights coming. She immediately turned and left the room.

Running downstairs, Jane Huan opened the door of the villa.

It happened that Huo Mo stood outside the door and took out the key to open the door. When he saw her, he was surprised: "why, not in the room?"

A chill came to her face. Jane Huan was wearing thin clothes and couldn't help shivering. She looked at the man close at hand. She was uneasy and had a moment of peace. She took a half step forward, stretched out her hand, clenched his coat sleeve with her fingers, gently pulled it, and didn't say a word.

Like a wronged animal, it is seeking comfort from its master's house.

Huo Mo Ting took her to the house, closed the door with his backhand, bowed his head, and his eyes fell on her face: "what's the matter?"

When he asked her what she wanted to say, she didn't know how to speak.

He pinched her hand: "my head hurts a little. Go and make me a cup of honey water, like last time in Jindi art scene."

Jane cheerfully brought out a cup of honey water. She saw Huo Mo Ting sitting on the sofa, pulling his tie and looking down at a fashion magazine on the tea table. She went over, looked at his angular face and asked softly, "is your head very uncomfortable?"

Huo Mo Ting looked up at her and sat down beside her. It was obvious that Jian Huan sat down next to him.

She took the honey water to him and found that he had been staring at the magazine. She couldn't help looking at it: "what are you looking at?"

This magazine was bought by Mrs. Huo when she lived here.

Jian Huan saw a cross page picture in the magazine. On it was a foreign female model wearing a very chic wedding dress, tall and beautiful.

"Do you like it?" the man next to him suddenly asked.

Jane Huan didn't react for a moment: "huh?"

"Order one if you like," he added.

"..." Jian Huan glanced at the words next to the eye picture. This wedding dress is a new work of a French wedding dress designer this year.

Huo Mo Ting pulled her hand, clenched it, took a water cup in the other hand, drank a mouthful of honey water, and his throat stirred. Jian Huan looked at him sideways. He didn't turn his head to look at her, put down the cup, read a few pages of magazines with great interest, and finally returned to the page with wedding dress.

Although she didn't speak, Jane Huan didn't feel a little embarrassed. On the contrary, she enjoyed such silence.

She shook his big hand gently. "Shall I give you a massage?"

Huo Mo Ting looked at her sideways. Maybe he didn't expect that she would massage.

Jane Huan took back her hand, knelt down on the sofa and said to him, "you turn your side first. It's inconvenient for me to work hard."

He didn't move, but his eyes seemed to stick to her face. No matter how long, his eyes still made her feel palpitating.

Jane Huan's cheeks were slightly red and her hair was gathered around her temples. She had just taken a bath. There was a faint fragrance on her body. Her dark long hair was a little wet. Huo Mo Ting stretched out his hand and put it on her waist. His thin lips opened: "it's so troublesome. Sit up."

"..." that posture is too much - besides, it's not good to be seen in the living room.

I think so, but the final result did not change. She took off her slippers, sat across him and massaged his temples.

Jian Huan learned her massage skills from a professional masseur many years ago. Jiang Yingmei had a headache and didn't like to go to the massage shop all day. On a whim, she spent a month observing and learning, but later, it didn't come in real use many times.

Huo Mo Ting closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. Jian Huan whispered, "is it still uncomfortable?"

He didn't make a sound, but his hand was raised, holding her wrist, and his slightly thick fingers rubbed the connection between her palm and wrist.

Jane Huan didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at this moment, but she still said her uneasiness: "did your parents know that I was married?"

“……”

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jane Huan thought for herself. She shouldn't know yet, otherwise it wouldn't be so calm.

But Huo Yiwei knew it was true. With her big miss temper, she couldn't swallow it.