CEO's Forced Love

"Take it. I'm in Fengcheng. I can't care about it here. I want you to take care of my grandmother on weekdays." Jane Huan stuffed the money into aunt Xu's pocket and didn't let her take it out again: "if you think it's bad, I'll leave it with you for my grandmother's urgent use."

Aunt Xu didn't refuse.

Grandma sent her to the stop sign. Jane Huan got on the bus, sat in her seat and looked at the figure farther and farther away from the roadside.

Suddenly, she felt like a duckweed swaying in the sea. She couldn't find a point to balance her, and her heart was inexplicably empty.

The cell phone suddenly rang. Jane Huan picked it up and heard him ask, "are you back?"

Jane Huan looked at the backward rows of houses outside and gave a gentle hum.

"What's the matter?" Huo moting found something wrong in her voice: "what happened in Liyang?"

"... nothing, just a little thirsty." Jane Huan's eyes were uncomfortable, like sand.

Huo Mo Ting was silent. She didn't speak. She held her mobile phone. After a while, his low voice slowly came: "what's the matter?"

His gentle voice made her nose sour, tried to press her emotions, and blinked back to the water mist at the bottom of her eyes: "really..."

"... crying?"

Jian Huan was almost in tears when he said it. For fear that he might hear something different again, he cut off the phone in a hurry.

She just felt a little sad suddenly. She didn't want him to worry, and she didn't want to expose her embarrassing side to him too much.

The mobile phone rang again. Jian Huan didn't answer, hung up and sent him a text message: "get off the bus. It's inconvenient to answer the phone. Don't read it."

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Perhaps because she was thinking about things, Jane Huan felt that going back to C city was just dazzling.

At the station, Jane Huan packed up her things, took a deep breath, calmed her mood and got off with other passengers.

Just out of the parking lot, she saw the familiar beach golden Bentley Continental, parked on the roadside.

Huo Mo Ting leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, frowned, squinted slightly at one place, and slowly spit out a blue and white smoke ring.

There are already several cigarette butts at his feet.

Jane Huan looked at him from a distance and forgot to walk over for a moment.

"Get out of the way!" behind him, a passenger shouted and pushed Jian Huan standing in the center.

Huo moting heard the voice and looked up. The purpose was Jian Huan's staggering voice. He frowned and strode over.

Jane Huan was suddenly pushed. As soon as she stood firm, her right arm was grabbed by a force.

The cuffs of the black suit and the sleeves of a small white shirt. Jane Huan looked up, and Huo Mo Ting was tightening his eyebrows and staring at her unhappily.

"Give way..." there are passengers coming from behind.

Huo moting looked at the crowded crowd, simply pulled Jian Huan to the side and subconsciously protected her in his arms.

"What happened just now?" he asked, looking down at her face.

"... it's all right," Jane Huan muttered softly.

"Don't you dare look at me?"

Jane Huan raised her head and met his deep eyes, but took one look away: "it's just a little reluctant to give up grandma."

Huo Mo Ting heard her pinching words, his locked eyebrows stretched out, and his voice was gentle: "get on the bus, you are not allowed to stop here."

"Do you still park here?" sure enough, there was a no parking sign on the roadside.

Huo Mo Ting didn't say anything, so he took her and opened the door to let her in. She saw a ticket under the windshield wiper.

After closing the co driver's door, Huo Mo Ting took the ticket when he bypassed the front of the car, got on the bus and threw it into the storage compartment.

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Jane Huan looked out of the window for a while, took back her eyes, looked at the man next to her, hesitated and said what she thought.

"I want to take grandma to Fengcheng to live together."

Grandma has always had heart disease. Since she had such a serious disease last time, she was always worried about letting the old man live alone.

Moreover, the old man is old.

She was really afraid. She woke up that morning and heard bad news that she couldn't accept.

The hand on his leg, with a warm feeling on the back of his hand, was firmly held. Jian Huan bowed his head. It was his slender and good-looking big hand.

"Let Jingxing run to Liyang again tomorrow." Huo moting drove the car and looked at the road ahead: "he should know what to do."

Jane Huan backhanded and clasped his fingers. Still, she couldn't help saying "thank you".