CEO's Forced Love

His voice was as gentle as trying to squeeze out water, and he held her firmly. The corners of Jian Huan's mouth inadvertently bent down, but he still kept a straight face. Huo Mo Ting coaxed her to say two words. Jian Huan raised his hand to get the umbrella. He avoided her hand, suddenly bowed his head and kissed her, sealing her slightly open lips.

Jane Huan pushed him twice without pushing. He held an umbrella in one hand and her back in the other.

Between the lips and teeth, there was the smell of a man after smoking. Jian Huan put one hand against his warm and strong chest. Across his shirt, he felt his steady heartbeat. The current from the tip of his tongue was transmitted to the limbs of his body. I didn't know when he had stopped pushing him.

Jian Huan likes Huo Mo Ting kissing herself very much. The feeling of her body can't deceive people. Their clothes are wet by the rain and stick to her body.

She didn't even know how she got back to the car.

Jian Huan saw that his face was very red in the rearview mirror. Huo moting started the car. His Adam's Apple moved: "do you want to go outside?"

"No, go home," said Jane Huan.

Huo Mo Ting made a noise. The car drove a little fast. When the car reached Qinyuan, the rain stopped outside.

Jane Huan glanced at the man around her, lowered the window and said two words to the security guard solemnly. She couldn't see the urgency on the road just now.

At home, the car just stopped in the garage. As soon as they got off the car, they didn't go out and kissed each other in the garage.

He pulled off her coat and threw it on the hood of the range rover.

Sometimes, Gu owes hope for no reason.

Jane Huan was wrapped around his waist with one hand and closely attached to his body, as if to be rubbed into his body. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled down his head. The palm of her hand was his neck. She clearly felt his protruding and beating arteries, kissing, getting more and more intense, and each other's body temperature getting higher and higher.

They kissed fiercely. When they finally got out of control, Huo moting pushed her to the door and the kiss spread down her earlobe.

Jane Huan's hand on his belt buckle moved slowly. Across some wet trousers, she tightened her fingers not light or heavy. When she heard him frown and groan, her breath became more and more hot and heavy, holding her disorderly hand.

The hot breath of the nose sprayed on one side of her bright red cheek and asked her in a dumb voice, "do you owe to clean up? You say, do you owe to clean up?"

Jane Huan's breathing also became messy and heavy. She lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "you don't have to clean up..."

Huo Mo Ting smiled, some frivolous smile, pressed the next switch, closed the garage door, carried her back to the car, pushed her back to the back seat, and had no time to take off her clothes. She heard the sound of zipper opening, and he looked into her eyes.

Jane Huan gasped. In the narrow space, she put her head on his shoulder, hugged his shoulder blades with both hands, and entangled each other's heartbeat in her ears.

That afternoon, Jian Huan and Huo moting stayed in the garage for a long time before they came out.

She was carried into the villa by him. When she went upstairs and returned to her bedroom, she suddenly remembered that the "crime scene" had not been cleaned up and she had little strength, so she urged Huo Mo ting to clean up. If Aunt Li or Xiaoliang driver sees her, she can't lift her head in front of them.

Huo Mo Ting was sweating. He just took off his shirt and was naked. Men are always less careful than women in some aspects.

But he couldn't stand Jian Huan's hard work. He put on a T-shirt and went downstairs.

Huo Mo Ting copied the bag with both hands. Just when he came to the garage door, he saw Aunt Li inside. Aunt Li also found him: "San Shao, did something fall?"

"No." Huo Mo Ting glanced at the broom in Aunt Li's hand, didn't say any more, and turned back upstairs.

He opened the door and went back to the bedroom. Jian Huan was rolling up his long hair like a flower bud, revealing his bright and clean forehead. Seeing him back, Jian Huan stood up and followed him two steps like a small tail: "how did you clean it up so quickly?"

"Well." Huo moting looked at her eyebrows that hadn't faded, put his hands on her shoulders and whispered softly, "I'll put water for you to take a bath."

Jane Huan was still not at ease. His speed was too fast. She glanced at the door: "is that... Seen?"

"No, I cleaned it myself."

It didn't look like he was lying. Jian Huan nodded. Huo Mo Ting suddenly bent his head, pecked at the corner of her mouth and asked, "wash together?"

"No." Jane Huan put her hand against his chest and shook her head with a smile. He put his hand on her waist and kneaded up and down vaguely: "it's not that we haven't washed together."

Jane Huan gently pushed him away and took two steps: "it's just because we washed together." then she took the clothes, entered the bathroom and locked the door.