CEO's Forced Love

Listening to lyrical English songs, Jian Huan always felt strange. Looking at him lowering his head and lighting the red candle on the candlestick, he finally knew what was wrong. His focused eyes and a series of behaviors just now. These trivial disappearances were not like what the cold hearted man would do before.

At the moment, Jian Huan sat there and looked at the busy Huo Mo ting. At the end of the day, she was absolutely more surprised than happy.

When he handed her a glass of champagne, Jane Huan remembered her pregnancy, took it over, put it down and said, "pregnant, can't drink."

Huo Mo Ting may have forgotten too. Hearing her say so, he got up and went to the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a box of milk.

Seeing his blunt action to open the milk box, Jane Huan hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself."

Huo moting didn't let it go. The dismantling process was a little tangled. Jian Huan couldn't help pointing out: "just pull off the circle next to you."

"..." Huo Mo Ting looked up at her.

Jian Huan took the cup, Huo moting poured the milk, returned to his position and watched her sip the milk.

Just now he took it out of the fridge and put the milk in hot water for a while.

He leaned against the chair, took the cigarette box and pulled out a cigarette. Just holding it in his mouth, the lighter also lit a fire. It seemed that he thought of something. After all, he didn't light the cigarette. He put the lighter aside. The cigarette was also put on the cigarette box by him, picked up the goblet and drank champagne to alleviate his smoking addiction.

Jane Huan put down the milk cup, raised her eyes and looked at the man opposite, "today, I'm very happy, thank you."

“……”

Huo Mo Ting picked up the milk box and filled her cup again: "thank me for what?"

"... thank you for taking me to the library, for taking me to church, for giving me a ring, and for this candlelight dinner."

Jian Huan is really grateful to him. From small to large, although Yan Jingshen has also done romantic things, somehow, she always feels that those can not be compared with what Huo moting is doing now. Perhaps it is because of different ages. At that time, young and frivolous, even if it is an oath of alliance, she lost a sense of stability and ability.

Huo Mo Ting looked at her and smiled: "how are you going to thank me?"

Jane Huan lowered her head, raised her hand, leaned over slightly and put it on his hand on the table: "as long as I can do it, it's OK."

The cell phone rings destructively.

It was Huo moting's phone. Jian Huan took back his hand, watched him get up, took his cell phone and went to the window to answer it.

After a while, he hung up.

Jane Huan drank milk, saw him pick up his suit coat and asked, "is there something urgent?"

"I'll go out for a while." Huo Mo Ting put on his suit, walked to her, leaned over and kissed her forehead: "I'll be right back."

"OK." Jane Huan nodded, smiled and watched him close the door of the suite and leave.

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Huo moting walked out of a way, took out his mobile phone again and dialed a phone: "wait on XX Road, I'll go."

Picked up the car in the parking lot and drove out of the hotel with the black Range Rover.

Halfway down the window, Huo Mo Ting lit a cigarette, holding the steering wheel in one hand and putting the other hand by the window. The faint smell of smoke diffused in the air. In the night, the scarlet sparks of cigarette butts were sometimes brighter and sometimes darker. There is also a book on the co driver's seat, the perfect plan for 40 weeks of pregnancy, which Jian Huan brought from the bookstore.

In less than five minutes, the range rover stopped at the intersection of XX road.

Huo moting took the book and turned to two pages. He didn't quite understand. There, the whistle of a car sounded.

Looking up, I saw a very ordinary black car.

Put the book back on the co driver's seat. Huo moting pushed open the door. The car stopped slowly by the side of the road. The light of the lights came, and the driver had got off.

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Huo Yiwei sat in the back seat of the car, looked at Huo Mo Ting coming from a distance, bit her lips and angrily tightened the train on her knee.

After the driver got off the bus, he walked away for some time.

Huo moting didn't give her a chance to get off. The back door was opened. He got on the car and sat next to her: "say it, what's up."

In a very cold tone, Huo Yiwei turned her head to her niece and looked at him sarcastically: "do you talk to Jane Huan in the same tone?"

Huo Mo Ting frowned and looked at her with unfriendly eyes.

Huo Yiwei sneered: "uncle, why don't you tell me about your marriage registration?"

"Why, are you going to give a big gift?" Huo Mo Ting said faintly.