CEO's Forced Love

Yan Jingshen loosened his tie and his voice was a little impatient: "how do you explain the picture you sent?"

"I just took a picture of myself. As for the ring, I didn't say anything. It was all their own guess."

"I don't care what method you use, delete the photos immediately and make it clear to the media."

Young model is a little unhappy: "Mr. Yan, you are not a person who has not been on the page. This kind of groundless news... Besides, it can also increase the exposure rate."

Before she finished, Yan Jingshen cut off directly, and asked the company's public relations department to deal with the online reports. He hung up and left his mobile phone in the co driver's seat. He was vaguely upset. In fact, he didn't even understand why he cared about these fancy news. It's not that I've gone too far before.

When he came up from the underground parking lot, the elevator door opened on a certain floor, and Yan Jingshen saw Huo moting.

Huo moting was standing with the boss Hongyuan. When he saw Yan Jingshen in the elevator, his expression was very flat, and then said goodbye to the boss Hongyuan.

One in and one out, two men passed by, and no one paid attention to anyone.

When the elevator door closed, the boss of Hongyuan patted Yan Jingshen's shoulder: "come? The people in the project department are waiting. Let's go."

But Yan's depth of field didn't move. His eyes stared at the tightly closed elevator door for a moment.

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Huo moting picked up the car in the underground parking lot and left Hongyuan. Soon, he found the following vehicles in the reflector.

It's not a reporter paparazzi. He knows the license plate.

Huo Mo Ting held the steering wheel in his right hand, lowered the window, put his left arm on the window edge and drove slowly, as if he hadn't found anything strange.

The car stopped in a remote open space, next to the mountain road.

Huo moting got out of the car, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. He didn't smoke. It was windy in the middle of the mountain and there was much dust in the air. He heard the whistle and squinted at it.

The Lexus has arrived.

When Yan Jingshen got off the bus, Huo moting also stood up straight and looked at him with a smile: "what did you want to say when you followed me?"

Huo moting, Yan Jingshen heard of him when he was young. He is definitely not as human as he looks. He hasn't thought about it before. Now he is calm. He has been trying to find him to verify some things. For example, he is very curious. When did Huo moting fall in love with Jian Huan?

In the dead of night, he would even think that he and Jian Huan have reached this point today. Is Huo Mo Ting innocent or the pusher in the war?

Because I am unwilling, I can't turn a blind eye to these speculations.

"I have been wondering about some problems, so I want to ask you." Yan Jingshen's face was not modest.

Huo moting doesn't mind Yan Jingshen's attitude, but he does mind him. After all, Yan Jingshen was Jian Huan's ex husband.

Almost 20 years of feelings can't be wiped out.

Men should be careful. I'm afraid even women are ashamed of themselves. Huo Mo Ting's mind is not big. On the contrary, he never shows his face.

Huo Mo Ting flicked the smoke in his hand and dropped a large section of soot on the ground. There was no expression on his face. He just said faintly, "what do you want to ask, ask directly, don't beat around the bush."

"I want to know what role you played when I divorced Jane Huan."

Huo Mo Ting looked up at him. After a long time, he said, "it's better to ask yourself this question than to ask me."

“……”

Yan Jingshen held his hands in his trouser pocket, with a sarcastic smile in his mouth: "don't you think it's false to say this?"

"What kind of person are you Huo San? Jane Huan doesn't know. I've heard others talk about one or two."

Huo moting smiled carelessly. He smiled thinly. Obviously, there was no too much expression, but Yan Jingshen still felt the irony. He heard Huo moting say, "you're right. I've never missed anything I like if I want. Women are the same."

Yan Jing looked at him coldly, because his voice was inevitable, his eyes were bloodshot, and his anger was entrenched in his chest.

Holding his fists in his trouser pocket, his joints giggled. He said coldly, "Huo Yiwei will return home. Are you the one who arranged it?"

"Why, I regret it now, so I want to push all my mistakes on me?"

"Yes, I regret it." Yan Jingshen directly admitted, and his eyes fell on the cluster of dandelions not far away. "I regret it." he said again.