CEO's Forced Love

The little guy folded back again, with a big schoolbag on his back, lay down at the door and shouted "Dad" to Huo moting.

Although Huo moting thought his son was a little annoyed, he got up and walked to the door: "what's the matter?"

Huo nianyan felt that he and his father were allies in the United Front. He grabbed the schoolbag belt, glanced into the ward and smiled shyly: "Dad, can you lend me 50 yuan first? After school, I want to buy a bunch of flowers to surprise little Jane."

Huo Mo Ting frowned. His cold facial features made him look very difficult to get along with.

"If not fifty, a hundred dollars will do."

Huo nianyan saw Huo moting raise his hand and thought he was going to put on a wallet. He couldn't help laughing more brightly, "thank you, Dad!"

The door slammed in front of him.

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The old man was in poor spirits. After a lively conversation, he fell asleep again.

Huo Mo Ting closes the door / turns around and sees Jian Huan dozing off on the sofa.

The sun came in through the window behind her and shrouded her in the golden light.

She closed her eyes, frowned and her eyelashes were wet.

Huo Mo Ting's deep eyes rested on her peaceful sleeping face. For a long time, quietly, it seemed to be looking at her, but it seemed to be looking farther through her.

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Jane Huan fell asleep. She seemed to have a long, long dream.

She dreamed of a young woman with beautiful and exquisite facial features, just like the woman in the black-and-white photo she had sandwiched in the book. She smiled gently at her, mom... But the next moment she turned away from her.

The picture suddenly turned and she saw Yan Jingshen, 22.

Perhaps it was because the time had passed so long that she could not see his face clearly, but the warmth of the palm remained unchanged.

He pulled her across the snow in the streets and alleys, and there was his own urgent gasp in his ears. Instead, she clenched his hand and didn't ask him where to go. She just wanted to follow him closely, hoping that the road would never end.

That year, the Yan Family encountered great changes. He suddenly changed from the favored son of heaven to a poor beggar prince. He moved from Fengcheng senior villa area to the dilapidated demolition house, but that period was the happiest time in Jian Huan's life.

He ran around for the Yan family, and she took care of her elders at home. At that time, the Yan Family's savings were almost spent. In order to save money, she went to the farmers' market to buy cotton thread and asked the aunt next door to teach her how to knit sweaters, scarves and gloves.

In winter, her hands were covered with chilblain because of washing bed sheets and clothes. He would sit by the bed and hold her hand and breathe in the palm.

In the snowy night, he took her over the iron gate of the amusement park and persuaded the security man that the slowly rotating Ferris wheel was flashing colorful lights in the night. He suddenly bowed his head and kissed her. She could feel her disordered and intense heartbeat.

He said, "have you heard the legend of the ferris wheel?"

Lovers who ride the ferris wheel together will eventually end up breaking up. But when the ferris wheel reaches the highest point, if you kiss / kiss your lover, they will go on forever

The sound of fireworks rising into the sky and blooming in my ears, cluster after cluster.

Jane Huan opened her eyes. In her hazy sight was the white wall. She found her head resting on a shoulder.

She looked up along the black suit. The goal was a sharp and angular handsome face, mean and tight lips, smooth jaw, high Dragonfly nose, alternating back and forth with the fuzzy face in her memory. Her raised hand unconsciously stroked his side face.

I don't know when those deep sleeping eyes have opened.

When he lowered his head, Jane Huan seemed to be possessed, held his face and kissed his thin lips.

The hot temperature spread between lips and teeth.

Huo Mo Ting's dark eyes were so deep that they seemed to wring out ink drops. He let her kiss himself without pushing her away

"Seriously?" he pressed her hand and leaned forward, close to her red ears.

Jane Huan's half closed eyes leaned against his arms, her long and dense eyelashes trembled, and one of her hands touched the cold belt buckle.

Huo moting looked at the old man on the bed, his throat slipped, suddenly picked her up and strode to the bathroom.

The narrow space, the locked door, and Jian Huan's back suddenly hit the cold ceramic tile. Her closed lips gently whispered a few words, making the man in front of her suddenly stop all his actions.

Depth of field... Depth of field

Huo Mo Ting heard these two words clearly, and his eyes were as cold as the forest after the hurricane.

His eyes staring at her are vicious but hot. Men in high positions like him have a bottom line that others can't challenge. How can he tolerate women shouting the names of other men at this time?

He was originally a cold-hearted man. Mrs. Huo had counted his fortune for him. The fortune teller said that he was born cold and thin. Although he was rich and noble, his life was too hard. In the future, it was inevitable that he would kill his wife and son. At that time, the old lady kicked the fortune teller out.

The result really got the stick right.