CEO's Forced Love

Next to the shoe cabinet, there is a suitcase.

Jane Huan did not expect that the original business trip would suddenly appear in the villa, pestle there for a time and forget the reaction.

Huo moting was slippering. He suddenly heard a voice that didn't belong to the family.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a slender figure at the kitchen door.

When facing Huo moting, Jian Huan had an idea of trying to win the door.

Those eyes, deep, quiet, indifferent, almost without a trace of fluctuation.

Even she didn't understand why she was restless every time she met him. Maybe he had more and richer life experience than her, or maybe he was much older than her, so she didn't dare to take it calmly in front of this introverted man.

Just like at the moment, Jane Huan felt like a little thief who broke into a private house and was caught by the owner's house.

"Little Jane, have you been waiting for a long time? But I've washed as fast as I can..."

A crisp child voice sounded from above the stairs.

Jian Huan looked back and saw Huo nianyan appear on the walking platform with a pair of white little fat feet.

But the next moment, the little guy's happy smile closed, turned around and ran upstairs.

"Huo nianyan, come down!" the voice was very low and magnetic, with invisible dignity.

A head poked out of the fence of the corridor on the second floor. A pair of black eyes were sneaky, but they just couldn't get down.

Jane Huan felt betrayed by her revolutionary comrades in arms. She blushed because of embarrassment. She didn't know how to explain to Huo moting that she was in his kitchen in the middle of the night.

While she was struggling, the door of the villa opened with a "slap".

"San Shao, aren't you coming back tomorrow afternoon?"

Aunt Li, carrying a big schoolbag, came in and saw Huo moting. She was also startled and subconsciously looked at Jian Huan over there.

Jianhuan took the opportunity to quickly say, "Aunt Li, since you're back, I'll leave first."

With that, regardless of Aunt Li's expression, Jane Huan took off her apron and kept walking to the porch to change her shoes.

"Miss Jane..." what else did Aunt Li want to say, but she shut up when she saw the cold face of her third young master. After all, she was just a servant of the family. The host family didn't speak, but what did she look like when she stood up to stay?

Besides, Miss Jane is also an innocent girl. It's really bad to be seen living with her father and son.

With this in mind, Aunt Li went to touch the money in her trouser pocket and was ready to catch up with Jane Huan later.

But Huo nianyan, who was hiding on the second floor, rushed down. He didn't care that Huo moting was still on the side. He hugged Jian Huan's body: "little Jane, you clearly promised me to stay with me."

Jane Huan has never been so eager to open the whole seam of the land and drill in.

Huo Mo Ting pulled his tie and walked to the stairs. In his ear was his low voice: "Aunt Li, prepare a guest room."

Jane Huan stared at his back in surprise and disappeared around the corner.

Even Aunt Li couldn't believe it. She looked at the stairs more. Although she told Jane Huan that the three young people were not bad, it was also a way to save face for Huo Mo ting. The three young people of the Huo family were the second most difficult to get along with. It's estimated that no one dared to claim to be the first!

But now, he actually agreed to a stranger living in his house.

Aunt Li couldn't help looking at Jian Huan next to her. She had a sudden insight. The more she saw, the more beautiful and delicious she was

Jane Huan lay on the bed in the guest room. She didn't know whether it was because the bed was too soft or changed the environment. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Thinking of the embarrassing situation she had encountered before, she covered her head with a quilt. She really felt ashamed to see people!

Her throat was a little dry and painful. Jane Huan couldn't resist it for a while before she got up and went to the kitchen to pour water.

When she passed the living room downstairs, she found that the TV was still on, and the sound set off the silence of the whole villa.

Jane Huan walked over and turned off the TV. When she turned back, she found a man lying on the sofa.

Huo Mo Ting was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The back of his left hand was on his eyes. He lay and sat there quietly. Several documents were scattered on the tea table. The light of the hole lamp covered his facial features and softened his sharp outline.

Even if he fell asleep, the aura of strangers on his body still didn't converge and was cold and difficult to get along with.

Jane Huan quietly withdrew from the living room, went to the kitchen to have a glass of water, and then went back to her room.