CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan sneezed in the car. Huo Mo Ting looked at her and said, "have you caught a cold?"

He held the steering wheel in one hand and her left hand in the other. When he said this, his strength increased slightly.

"No." Jane Huan pulled two paper towels, sucked her nose, not a cold: "maybe someone spoke ill of me behind my back."

Huo moting changed the car. Just now, when she saw this huge range rover out of the alley, Jane Huan didn't come back for a moment.

Compared with the Bentley Continental before, the range rover has a lot of space. Jian Huan looked back and should be able to sit down side by side for five and a half Huo said. Thinking of the little guy's head sticking to gauze and greedy for egg tarts, Jian Huan couldn't help bending her lips and looking at Huo moting's driving: "where are we going?"

“……”

Huo Mo Ting still refused to tell the truth, and only replied perfunctorily, "I'll know then.".

"It's so mysterious..." Jane Huan couldn't guess. It's not dinner time, so it can't be taking her to a candlelight dinner.

Jane Huan thought of one thing: "grandma said she didn't want to live here."

Huo Mo Ting raised his eyes to look at Jian Huan with eyelashes hanging in the rearview mirror and a little depressed. He said, "find a trustworthy nanny and take care of the elderly."

Grandma didn't want to come to Fengcheng, and she didn't trust the old man's body. Huo moting's suggestion is undoubtedly a good compromise.

Jane Huan leaned against her seat and squinted at the road view outside. Gradually, she was sleepy, her head hung down, and finally she really fell asleep.

When her head was about to tilt to the side of the window, a large hand with elegant bones stretched out and gently stuck to her right face. Huo Mo Ting slowed down the speed and took her head to herself. Jane Huan frowned, but also fell to the left along with his action, and finally leaned on his broad shoulder.

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Near dusk, warm sunshine fell in through the window.

Jane Huan was sleepy. There was a slight movement in her ears. She felt a hand caress her cheek and sink gently, as if clothes were covering her.

I don't know how long later, she slowly opened her eyes and found that the car had been parked in a remote place.

In the car, she was alone, bowed her head, covered with a man's suit and coat, and breathing was her most familiar taste.

As soon as Jane Huan got off the bus, she saw Huo moting coming out of a nearby room, making a phone call, seeing her, hanging up and coming over.

"Awake?" he lowered his eyes and looked at her. She looked ruddy after waking up.

She was still not used to this Huo Mo ting. No matter her eyes, tone of speech, or actions, they were deliberately gentle, which surprised her.

Just being watched by him, her heart beat faster inexplicably.

Jane Huan just woke up and was a little sleepy. She just forgot to look at her mobile phone and found that it was a little dark: "did I sleep for a long time?"

"Not long." Huo Mo Ting took her shoulder: "just right, I finished talking."

"What's up?" Jane Huan turned her head and asked.

Huo Mo Ting answered directly with his actions. He took her into the two-story cabin he had just come out.

As soon as she entered, there was a smell of calligraphy and ink. Jian Huan looked up and looked at the rotating escalator. Huo Mo Ting's fingers knocked on the bar. The voice of a young girl "coming, coming" sounded on the second floor. Then a burst of footsteps. Jian Huan saw a girl dressed in fashion and wearing a headscarf coming downstairs.

The other party took the initiative to bow and greet Huo moting: "Hello, Mr. Huo!"

Jian Huan looked at Huo moting puzzled. She also found that it seemed simple, but it was actually a bookstore with exquisite layout and personality.

"Go up and have a look first." Huo moting took Jane Huan to the second floor.

When the shoes step on the wooden steps, they will make a creaking sound, which has an ancient feeling, but Jane Huan likes this tone.

On the second floor, near the window, there is a row of card seats, and on the other side, there are several rows of bookshelves.

Jane Huan walked around and liked it more and more. She wanted to have such a small book nest when she was a child. She didn't need too many guests. Every afternoon, she carried a cup of green tea, nestled in the card seat and read in the sun. Any book is OK. Foreign famous works are still childish animation books.

Huo Mo Ting went to a door, twisted the door handle and said, "if you are tired at ordinary times, you can go inside to sleep. There is also an independent bathroom."

Jane Huan used to be a small bedroom with complete furniture and appliances.

From his words, Jane Huan vaguely thought of something. For a moment, she had mixed feelings and looked at him: "did you buy it?"