CEO's Forced Love

When Su Manrong came to the door, Jian Huan was getting up from the sofa and preparing to go to the kitchen to make Huo nianyan a plate of fruit salad.

"Grandma, are you coming?" Aunt Li opened the door and warmly entertained.

Entering the kitchen, Jane Huan took the fruit from the refrigerator, washed it and cut it with a knife. Su Manrong didn't know when she had stood behind her: "Huanhuan..."

Jane Huan cut strawberries by herself, as if she hadn't heard her shout.

Su Manrong was sad and tried to keep his voice as usual: "did you sleep well last night?"

“……”

Su Manrong stood there for a long time and looked at Jian Huan almost making a fruit salad. Her eyes were red. "I apologize for Yi Wei for what happened yesterday."

"What's the apology? She said that yesterday, which also made me proud at Yan's house."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. I didn't tell you who your father is because I was afraid you couldn't accept it." Su Manrong tearfully said, "I never wanted to say it in this way, let alone hurt you..."

"These are no longer important to me. My life will not change because of any of you. If there is nothing else, you can go."

What else does Su Manrong want to say? Huo nianyan's crisp cry came from outside: "little Jane, where's my fruit salad?"

Jian Huan picked up the plate, didn't look at Su Manrong, walked straight past her and went out of the kitchen.

Huo nianyan holds the plate and quickly buries his head in the fruit salad. Jane Huan looks at him and doesn't squint. She still glances at the person coming out of the kitchen.

"Grandma, it's almost noon. Why don't you go after lunch."

"No." Su Manrong looked into the living room, took his bag and went to the porch to change his shoes: "I'll go first."

The villa door slammed shut, but the indifference on Jane Huan's face suddenly faded. Don't start. Just through the window, she saw the departing champagne car.

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Aunt Li is going to make lunch. Jian Huan calls Huo moting and asks him if he will come back for lunch.

"I have something to do at noon. I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Jane Huan urged him to remember to have lunch and hang up. Instead of putting down the landline microphone immediately, she called Li Yang's hometown.

It was Huo moting who answered the phone. He hired a nanny to take care of his grandmother last time. He spoke a Liyang dialect and was very polite.

The phone soon reached grandma.

Jianhuan didn't say anything about Xu Jingyan and Su Manrong. She just told the old man that she was going to Las Vegas with Huo moting and nianyan.

"It's good to go abroad. Increase your knowledge. Go and remember to take good care of their father and son."

Jane Huan thought of what the old man would do when she went abroad to settle down. She couldn't help saying, "grandma, please go abroad with us."

"Why do you say stupid things?" grandma smiled. "I'm an old woman. What are you doing there? It's good to play and take some photos for me?"

"... I'm not sure I'll leave you here alone."

"What's wrong? Now, I have little sister-in-law Wu at home with me. Don't mention the excitement. You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."

The grandparents and grandchildren said something again. Grandma said she was still cooking soup and urged her to hang up the phone and hold the microphone. Jane Huan's chest was stuffy and her eyes were uncomfortable.

Huo nianyan suddenly put down his spoon, got up from the carpet, sat next to Jane Huan and looked at her with concern: "little Jane, tell me if you feel bad."

"No." Jane Huan pulled her lips and raised her hand to rub her eyes: "maybe her eyelashes fell in..."

The little guy quickly took her hand: "you can't rub it. Let me blow it for you. It won't be uncomfortable."

Then he tooted his small mouth, came up to Jane Huan and shouted to her eyes. His thick soft little hand was close to her cheek: "how's it going?"

"It's not uncomfortable." Jane Huan hugged him tightly, and the bitterness in her heart was replaced by warmth.

The little guy patted her on the shoulder: "don't be sad, don't be sad. In the future, with my father and I, we will take good care of you."

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Huo moting finished his lunch at noon, drank some wine, rubbed his temples with his slender fingers, and Jingxing reported the project discussed today.

Sitting in the car, Huo moting looked at his watch. It was still early, so he reported an address to the driver.