CEO's Forced Love

Like a kind of psychological induction, Huo Mo Ting also looked over here. After seeing her, he came over and said, "it's time to get off work?"

Jane Huan stood there and looked up at him. He didn't wear a shirt, but a thin V-Neck Sweater. It was a casual dress outside. Because she was close, she smelled the smell of shower gel on him. She should have just taken a bath.

Huo Mo Ting stretched out his hand, took the bag in her hand and pulled her hand: "get in the car."

Jane Huan suddenly had a sour nose and wanted to ask him, where have you been? I'm worried about you, but looking at them holding hands, she couldn't say anything.

After getting on the bus, Jane Huan turned her head and looked at him: "Secretary Jing said, did you go to the capital on business?"

Huo Mo Ting gave a sound, started the car, waited for the traffic light at an intersection, and then he said, "I met Yang Xi this afternoon?"

"Well." Jane Huan's right hand finger pulled at the edge of the car window, thinking about all kinds of bad things that happened one day: "she also brought me medicine."

Huo Mo Ting's eyes glanced at her and found that she was distracted, but her eyes stayed on her bulging chest. Because the temperature in the car was relatively high, Jian Huan took off her coat and only wore a bottomed T-shirt and slim suit. She was bound by the seat belt and protruded the lines in front of her.

Jianhuan naturally noticed that he had been staring at himself. He looked up and saw his straight eyes. He bowed his head. It was his chest——

"What are you looking at?" Jane Huan blushed slightly and muttered in her heart, "stink *..."

The red light jumps to green, and Huo moting starts the car again.

Jane Huan grabbed the seat belt with both hands. She didn't know which thing to mention first. She might be pregnant, or Liang Huizhen came to the door, or tell him about Jane Qiuhua and his wife. When she couldn't think which to say first, she heard him say, "it seems bigger."

"..." Jane Huan was stunned and reflected what he said. Embarrassed, she took her coat and covered her body.

But when he said this, Jane Huan remembered that she was originally cup B. later, after giving birth to the speech, her body recovered, and her chest became cup C after secondary development.

"I'm worried that I can't get through to my cell phone?" he asked endlessly.

Jian Huan found that he looked at himself in the rearview mirror, his face still red: "just a little worried." Seeing that the atmosphere in the car still lingered with a touch of embarrassment, she turned away from the topic: "didn't you say bad? Why did you come back that day?"

"It's done." Huo Mo Ting always talks simply. He seldom says a series of words at once.

Jane Huan turned her face sideways, looked at him and flashed her eyelashes: "are you tired by plane?"

While driving, Huo Mo Ting put his right hand on the steering wheel, suddenly grabbed her left hand, clenched it and put it on his leg.

The dry temperature of his palm conveyed to her palm.

Jane Huan held him back and looked at his side face with some unconscious infatuation in her eyes. In fact, sometimes she still didn't believe it. Even if she wakes up in the middle of the night and sees the man lying next to her, she can't help lying on her side, staring at his sleeping face, and stroking his facial features with her fingers.

It's like a dream. There's a big gap between this man and her, but she belongs to her alone

Jane Huan's hand caresses her lower abdomen. There, there is likely to have been pregnant with a child belonging to both of them.

That feeling is very subtle. It is different from the feeling when reading words with arms. In addition to nervousness and uneasiness, there is also a touch of joy.

I don't know when to stop. It's a more remote Boulevard on the side of the road.

Jane Huan looked around. There were few people coming and going. Only one or two cars passed by occasionally.

"How did you park the car here?" said Jane Huan, turning her head to look at him, but her lips were blocked——

Huo Mo Ting pulled off his seat belt with one hand and lowered the co driver's seat with the other. When he covered himself, Jane Huan was startled and put her hands against the solid chest under his sweater: "hey... It will be seen." in the daytime, she glanced at both sides from time to time for fear of being seen by others.

Huo moting's action is a little urgent. He has no scruples about doing things. He only wants to do it or not.

Moreover, a film was pasted on the window glass, and even someone outside couldn't see the situation inside, but he suddenly didn't want to tell Jane Huan.

In fact, Jane Huan didn't know it, but she was suddenly frightened and forgot it.