CEO's Forced Love

Huo nianyan, a small man, stood at the desk and looked at Huo Mo Ting who looked through his homework book. He was a little confused.

Holding the wrong homework book, Huo Mo Ting frowned and looked sideways at his restless son. "Huo nianyan, what did you learn in school? Even the black words of crows can be written as birds?"

Huo nianyan rolled his eyes. "When you were a child, you were no better than me..."

"What are you muttering about?"

"No." Huo nianyan immediately sold out and leaned over: "Dad, I know I'm wrong. I'll study hard in the future."

Huo Mo Ting's face eased slightly and threw back his homework book: "go back and do it again."

Huo nianyan twisted his tender facial features into a ball and obediently picked them up, but he didn't leave immediately, but hesitated to stand in front of the desk.

"What's the matter?" Huo Mo Ting glanced at him obliquely.

"Dad, can you tell me uncle Lu's mobile phone number?"

Huo Mo Ting ignored him and hit the keyboard skillfully.

"Dad, I want to call Grandpa. Will you lend me your mobile phone?"

"You don't have a telephone in your room. Go back and call yourself."

Huo nianyan was not discouraged by his father's lack of oil and water: "that's different. If Grandpa's correspondent saw your number, he would immediately transfer it to Grandpa. Dad, are you right?"

Huo moting looked up from the computer screen and stared at him with deep eyes: "tell the truth."

"That... That's it..." Huo nianyan grabbed his hair and saw Huo moting leaning back on the seat. He said slowly, "little Jane's grandmother is ill. I want to let uncle Lu show her."

"It's getting late. Go back to bed."

"I told you the truth. Why don't you lend me your cell phone?"

Huo moting has completely ignored his existence and continues to bow his head.

"Dad, you can't do this!" Huo nianyan felt that he was deeply deceived by Huo Mo ting.

Huo Mo Ting glanced at the document next to his eyes, and his slender fingers kept saying, "go back to sleep."

In the past, Huo nianyan must be losing his temper and throwing pots and pans, but this time he just stared at Huo moting standing there like a stubborn cow, trying to influence the cold-blooded and ruthless man with his eyes.

After turning off the computer, Huo moting got up and looked at his son who hadn't left yet, "what else?"

Huo nianyan didn't speak and lowered his head. It was like saying: if you don't promise, I'll stand here all the time!

"Since you like the study, sleep here tonight."

Huo Mo Ting said faintly, copied the bag with both hands and went back to the room. However, he had just taken off his cashmere sweater to take a shower. The door was knocked. He went to open the door. Huo nianyan was looking up at him.

"Dad, actually I'm not your own, am I?"

As soon as he had finished, the door slammed impolitely in front of him.

Huo nianyan rubbed his almost crooked nose and walked back to his room step by step.

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"Grandma, I cooked it this morning. Have a drink!"

Before Jian Huan opened the door of the ward, there came the sound of the child's intimate milk gas.

In the ward, Huo nianyan stood on a small bench, opened the thermos cup he brought on the bed cabinet, held a small bowl, tiptoed and carefully scooped the porridge into the bowl with a spoon, and did not forget to gently blow the hot air with his small mouth.

He was wearing a three piece suit of light yellow sweater and a pair of snow boots. Looking at his back, he completely mistook him for a little girl.

"Grandma, do you want some sugar?"

Huo nianyan said, put down the bowl, stepped down the bench, ran to the sofa and took out a bag of unopened sugar from the bulging big schoolbag.

"I bought it from the supermarket on my way to the hospital just now. I heard from my aunt that this sugar is imported."

The old man who leaned against the bed had a smile on his face. His haggard face was much better. When she heard the sound of opening the door, she turned her head and saw Jane Huan coming in with fruit. Her smile expanded, "coming?"

"Well," Jane Huan just went in, and a chair had been moved to her feet: "little Jane, you're tired. Sit down for a while."

Huo nianyan's bright big eyes were filled with a flattering smile. Jane Huan said that it was false not to be moved. She sat down in the chair, pulled his little hand, and asked softly, "why don't you tell me when you come here?"

"I was worried that grandma couldn't take care of me, so I asked Uncle Liang to send me."

"Thank you for reading." Jane Huan sincerely thanked her, even though she was only a five-year-old child.

Huo nianyan's little face was red, pretending to be calm and said "well", and then ran back to the bed cabinet and brought the porridge to grandma. "Grandma, the porridge should not be hot. Drink it."

Looking at the children who feed their grandmother porridge, Jane was relieved and got up to tidy up the ward.

"Huanhuan, what about the depth of field? Didn't you say he would come to see me?"

Jane Huan folded her clothes, and behind her was the old man's worried guess: "are you really..."