CEO's Forced Love

There was a steady stream of traffic on the road.

Jian Huan didn't care that it was a red light. In order to prevent Huo nianyan from rushing over, she had to cross the road first in a whistle.

"Little Jane!" as soon as her feet settled opposite, she bumped into a soft and hot ball in her arms.

Jane Huan subconsciously lowered her head, and Huo nianyan was reflected in her sight by a small frozen red face.

"Little Jane, why don't you go home so late?"

Little Jane? Jane Huan was stunned, and then realized that the little guy was calling himself.

"I..." before she could speak, Huo nianyan's soft and hot little hand gripped her hand.

He wrapped her hands around his little palm, and then looked at her with some blame: "why don't you wear gloves in such a cold day? Look at you, you're frozen!"

"Why don't you wear gloves on such a cold day? Look at you, you're frozen!"

Huo nianyan held her hands, took a breath of heat into her closed palms, and then rubbed her slightly cool hands.

The heat from the thick and soft little hand continuously spread to the back of her hand.

Jane Huan looked at the child who lowered her head and focused on helping her keep warm. She blinked, and the corners of her eyes felt moist.

How long has it been since she was taken care of so carefully?

"Is it still cold?"

Huo nianyan looked up and saw Jane Huan's red eyes. He immediately said anxiously, "what's the matter, little Jane? Is it frozen?"

His little face was flushed with worry.

Jane Huan squatted down, shook his little hand, looked down at his beautiful eyes, bent her lips, and said softly, "the teacher is just moved."

Huo nianyan breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed: "I thought you were crying!"

"It's windy at night. I'm a little dazed.".

"Shall I blow it for you?"

Jane Huan pinched his thick little hand board and said with a smile, "it's all right."

The little guy pinched, "but my grandmother said blowing would be better."

Jane Huan heard the loss in his voice, and then realized that her refusal might have hurt the child's enthusiasm to help others, so she pretended to squint and rubbed with her hand: "it seems that there is sand again..."

"Really? I'll blow it for you."

"OK." Jane Huan narrowed her eyes cooperatively.

Pangpang's little finger held her face, Huo said while blowing a few tones, and then returned: "OK."

The warm, milk scented breath brushed her cheek like a soft little feather sweeping her heart. Itching, Jane Huan opened her eyes, looked at the child with black eyes flashing on her back hand, and smiled: "read the words, thank you."

The little guy scratched his hair, turned his eyes awkwardly, and his ears were faintly red.

"Young master... Young master!"

When Jane Huan went, a fat woman came panting. It was Huo nianyan's nanny.

"Young master, how can you run so fast? Aunt Li can't catch up with you!"

Aunt Li noticed the young woman squatting next to Huo nianyan and was surprised: "are you..."

Jane Huan got up and introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Jane Huan. I'm a teacher of nianyan Art Center."

"Oh, so you are Miss Jane!" Aunt Li suddenly realized and smiled kindly: "our young master often mentions you!"

Although Huo nianyan didn't return home for long, his naughty character is famous, but now at home, he doesn't mention Xu Meimei anymore. He doesn't even play with the toys he couldn't put down before. He talks about Xiao Jian all day.

Several times when Aunt Li passed Huo nianyan's room, she saw him occasionally sitting by the bed with his head down in a daze.

Aunt Li is responsible for taking care of Huo nianyan. Naturally, she will wonder who this little Jane is. She has asked him many times. Finally, she pried open his mouth and knew that little Jane was originally a teacher in his art center.