CEO's Forced Love

When arriving at the restaurant and getting off the bus, Jane Huan asked me for confirmation: "is what she said true?"

"How was your childhood?" Huo moting asked her instead of answering.

Jane Huan recalled that when she was a child, she basically didn't do anything to worry about, and her situation didn't allow her to cause trouble like other people's children.

Thinking of the two love letters found in Huo nianyan's schoolbag the day before yesterday, Jian Huan sighed that the little guy has a restrained temper and is actually pursued by girls.

Huo nianyan ran into the restaurant early. He was familiar and obviously came often.

Jane Huan took Huo moting's arm, told him about the love letter, and asked him, "do you like girls like this when you read?"

"What about you? Are there many people who like you at school?"

Jian Huan found that Huo moting always prevaricated her with questions. In fact, he didn't answer a question himself.

Just about to say that he was cunning, he looked up and found the eyes of the man next to him on his face, as if he were going to roast her.

In an instant, she thought of Zheng Qi. Jian Huan thought that Huo moting must have deliberately blocked her speechless with her words.

They didn't continue this topic. They went into the restaurant, ordered the menu and came out after eating. It was almost 7:30 p.m.

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When she got home, Jane Huan wanted to wash her hair. She didn't have the habit of blowing in the salon center. In her opinion, these things can be done by herself.

The man who was going to the study saw her take off her head rope, go in and out with a towel and say, "I'll help you."

Jian Huan was a little surprised and looked at the bathroom. Huo moting had grabbed the towel in her hand and took the lead in dragging cotton in.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom. Huo moting was collecting water from the basin. He squatted there with his shirt sleeves raised high, but he really couldn't see that he was helping people wash their heads. Jian Huan walked over and said, "I'd better wash it myself. Aren't you still busy?"

No matter what she said, Huo Mo Ting was determined to wash her hair, drain the water, take the bench and let her sit down.

Jane Huan sat down, bowed her head and cooperatively soaked her long hair into the washbasin, but she was a little nervous. She always thought it would be a tangled process.

Huo Mo Ting wetted her hair, poured some shampoo into her palm, and then kneaded it on Jian Huan's hair, moving gently and carefully.

After a while, the water entered Jane Huan's eyes. She was very uncomfortable and her collar was wet. She stretched out her hand and said, "give me a towel."

Huo Moting looked at his hand full bubble. He did not love what was interrupted in the middle. He washed his hair and frowned. He didn't want to wash his hands specially for a towel. He shouted "Huo Yan Yan" out of the way. Soon, the little boy ran in. "What is it?"

Huo Mo Ting made his son wake up, just like the subordinates in the company, handing towels and pouring water.

Huo nianyan also cooperated particularly, standing next to him with a shower head on standby.

Jane's coat was wet most of the time, and her eyes were very painful because she had gone into the shampoo. In the end, she could not help it. "Help me to flush the foam off my head and my eyes are very painful."

As soon as she shouted pain, Huo Mo Ting was angry and said, "how do you manage the water?"

The little guy hurriedly opened his hair and said, "wow", the water gushed out and poured everywhere. Jian Huan couldn't see it and overturned the washbasin.

Finally, Jian Huan's cry came from the bathroom: "did your father and son have a grudge against me in their last life and treat me so badly in this life?"

When Jian Huan was held out of the bathroom by Huo moting, her eyes could not be opened, and her whole body was wet, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Huo nianyan took a bath towel, followed him step by step, and turned his eyes guilty.

"Where's the bath towel." Huo Mo Ting put Jian Huan on the chair. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the little guy immediately sent the bath towel to him: "here."

Jane Huan reached out to rub her eyes. Huo Mo Ting grabbed her hand, clenched it, and whispered, "if you rub anything blindly, you're not afraid of more serious."

"... if it weren't for you, would I be like this?" Jane Huan thought she shouldn't be soft hearted. How could she expect a big man to wash people's hair.

Huo moting's face showed a trace of embarrassment, but soon covered it up. Jian Huan missed this rare expression because she closed her eyes.

"Little Jane, do you want to drink first?" Huo nianyan ran to the tea table, poured a cup of boiling water and ran to Jane Huan.