CEO's Forced Love

"... I can't tell you."

Jane Huan really wanted to go. The next moment, she had been held in the arms of a man. His arms surrounded her body. She moved: "let go."

"Why are you so small? You turn your face when you say it?"

Jane Huan heard his unreasonable words and thought that her mind was smaller than a pinhole. She always compared Yan's depth of field and said to me. But she also knew that she could not refute like this, so she had to mutter in a sullen voice, "if I tell you the business, you will know to talk nonsense to me."

"You want to tell them you were married, did I stop you?" Huo Mo Ting asked her.

Jane Huan was silent. He said, "wait a minute. If you make a mess, I won't take it."

"I didn't ask you again. If you don't want to, I'll solve it myself. Also, let go of me." Jane Huan was stubborn and refused to be soft.

Huo Mo Ting dragged her directly behind the nearby rockery and trapped her between herself and the stones. The bottle of soy sauce had long been forgotten on the ground. His thin lips printed her neck all the way from her cheek and along her jaw. Jane Huan shuddered and shrunk her neck: "don't mess --"

"You said, do you owe to clean up?" Huo Mo Ting's right hand had poked into her sweater.

Jane Huan pressed his hand across her sweater, trying not to make her breath messy and afraid to make a sound.

Huo Mo Ting looked at her flirtatious eyebrows and eyes. He was still in the big hand in her sweater. His fingers swept above her heart and below her clavicle. He was moved, and his voice was very low and slow: "next time, tattoo a butterfly here."

"No lines."

For a time, they ignored each other, as if they were angry with each other.

Jane Huan was held on the rockery by him and wanted him to retreat. However, he suddenly said in a strange way, "you were so pretentious when you tattooed the Datura on your feet?"

“……”

Jian Huan felt that Huo moting's ability to find fault was first-class. She took a deep breath and said, "it's not good for children to have a tattoo with children."

"Then wait until you have a baby."

……

When they got home, the meals had been served and the people were seated, so they sent them. As for soy sauce, they went to the house next door to borrow it.

"If we rely on your bottle of soy sauce, we probably don't have to eat this meal tonight."

Huo Zhanming's face was solemn and his tone was also very hard. As soon as he finished, old lady Huo kicked him severely under the table, and the chief of general staff immediately concluded.

"Back?" Mrs. Huo smiled and turned to Aunt Zhang in the kitchen. "Aunt Zhang, now bring out the soup."

Huo Mo Ting opened the chair on the left. Jian Huan sat down. Opposite, Huo nianyan, sitting next to Mrs. Huo, looked at her with a small face and unhappy eyes. Jian Huan immediately handed over two lollipops: "specially bought for you, your favorite mango taste."

The little guy snorted. When he washed his hands and came out, he couldn't find them at all!

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two lollipops in Jian Huan's hand. He wanted to take them, but he felt too spineless. He hummed, picked up a spoon and took a bite of rice.

Jian Huan saw that he didn't answer, and that his hands had been horizontal on the table. In particular, everyone didn't move their chopsticks. He took back his hands and put the lollipop by the table. Over there, Aunt Zhang had come with a bowl of fish head fungus soup: "the fish head was washed by the old lady in the afternoon, and the soup was stewed over a warm fire for more than two hours."

"Thank you, mom." Jane Huan heard Aunt Zhang say so, took the soup, put it on the table and thanked the old lady.

"Look at this child..." Mrs. Huo liked Jane Huan more and more. What a polite child. Then she thought of her eldest daughter-in-law, "man Rong hasn't come back yet?"

Aunt Zhang said, "grandma just called. I'm afraid I can't come back today."

"When she can come back, she hasn't," Huo Zhanming snorted heavily. "The two mothers and daughters have become two sisters in law. If I were you, I would be embarrassed to come back."

The atmosphere in the restaurant was a little awkward.

But no one in this room is more embarrassed than Jane Huan.

Mrs. Huo glared at Huo Zhanming, turned and looked at Jian Huan gently: "that's how your father talks. It's because he eats too much garlic on weekdays."

Huo Zhanming: "

In fact, Su Manrong is really wronged this time, because she wants to take care of Huo Yiwei. She is afraid that Huo Yiwei will cause something again and will come back for dinner.

Jane Huan pulled the corners of her lips. Under the table, Huo Mo Ting's hand rested on her leg and stroked her face back and forth. Her face gradually burned.