CEO's Forced Love

Ling Ling saw Yan Jingshen suddenly helpless like a child and wanted to hug him as before.

But he suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot in his eyes, pushed her away and got up straight from the sofa.

"What's the matter?" Ling Ling looked up at him.

Yan Jingshen just said faintly, "I won't come again in the future."

When she realized the meaning of this sentence, Ling Ling was a little stunned. When she came back, Yan Jingshen had put on her clothes and came out.

Ling Ling chased two steps: "why?"

Yan Jingshen put a check on the table and didn't look back. "Take this money and start living again. Don't be a lover / woman anymore."

Ling Ling stared at the check. Yan Jingshen had opened the door and walked out of the apartment.

It was late at night when he returned to Yan's house. As soon as Yan Jingshen went upstairs, the door of Jiang Yingmei's room opened.

"So you know you're coming back." Jiang Yingmei's eyes stopped on the women's bag in his hand, and his eyes softened in an instant. "Where's Huanhuan?"

Yan Jingshen didn't answer.

Jiang Yingmei sighed, "depth of field, I don't understand what you want to do now."

Looking at his silent son, Jiang Yingmei also had a headache, "if you really don't like Huanhuan, then you..."

"I won't divorce." Yan Jingshen's answer remains unchanged and his tone is still firm.

Jiang Yingmei glared at his son angrily. He simply didn't say anything. He turned and closed the door. It was clean when he couldn't see it.

Yan Jingshen stood at the door for a while, then bent over and put his bag at the door. He turned and went downstairs.

The next day, when Jian Huan sent Huo nianyan to school and then to the hospital, she didn't expect Jiang Yingmei to be there.

"Coming?" Jiang Yingmei looked lovingly at Jane Huan who came in.

Jane Huan shouted "Mom". As soon as she turned her eyes, she saw the coat and handbag she had left on the sofa last night.

"Huanhuan, come and chat with your mother-in-law!" Grandma's spirit is very good.

"I'll wash some bags first." Jane Huan took a bag of red bags and went to the bathroom.

Before long, Jiang Yingmei came in, stood beside her and watched her wash Hongti with an expression of desire to speak and stop.

Jane Huan shook the water on her hand and looked at her, "if you have anything to say, mom, just say it."

"Huanhuan, what happened last night... Since Jingshen said that the child is not his, it is not. You have to believe him."

Jian Huan: "it doesn't matter to me."

"Huanhuan you..."

Jane welcomed Jiang Yingmei's stunned sight, "Mom, you guessed right. I want a divorce."

"Are you sure you want a divorce? You won't regret it?" Ye Zhiqiu asked again.

Jane Huan nodded seriously: "it's all here. What else can I regret."

Ye Zhiqiu also looked serious. "If you really decide, I'll help you go to the company tomorrow and ask who knows a good lawyer."

If Yan Jingshen is an ordinary man, just find a lawyer, but the other party is Shao Zong based on Yan. Jian Huan has suffered so many grievances in this marriage. As a friend, she can't watch her suffer losses in divorce.

"I'll ask you a big favor this time! I can't give you less! And he's the wrong party, so he must kill more!"

Jane Huan turned the cup in her hand. "In fact, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, as long as you can divorce smoothly."

"Are you discussing the division of divorce property?" Huo nianyan suddenly turned back and interrupted.

Ye Zhiqiu: "when adults talk, what do children say?"

Huo nianyan pursed his small mouth and looked at Jian Huan. "Xiao Jian, you've been living with your aunt. Won't your husband be unhappy?"

Jane Huan was speechless, but ye Zhiqiu answered for her: "your little Jane didn't really have sex with her husband."

Ye Zhiqiu deliberately bit the stress on the word "*", and then his sleeve was pulled off. It was Jian Huan's warning eyes.

"He's a little boy. How old can he understand? Don't worry about it." Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand carelessly.

Huo nianyan had put down his pencil and stood up. "Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom."

Jane Huan offered to let go, "go."

"Little Jane, I want to put my schoolbag in your room by the way, so... Can I use the toilet in your room?"

Jane Huan smiled, touched his head and acquiesced.

When Huo nianyan took the big book bag into the bedroom, ye Zhiqiu said to Jian Huan, "you're easy to get into trouble."

"He just lacks maternal love. I happen to be in a bad mood recently. It's better to have him with me than to have my depression."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Jian Huan, who didn't think so, and sighed, "then you'll be in a pit. Don't come to me and cry."

Jane Huan leaned over to face Ye Zhiqiu and put her hands on her friend's shoulders. "Zhiqiu, I know you care about me, but nianyan is a good child."