CEO's Forced Love

Huo moting's eyes turned to Jian Huan. Jian Huan seemed to be pulled by some force, and looked up at his deep black eyes.

It is undeniable that Huo Mo Ting's eyes are the best Jian Huan has ever seen. They are dark and divine, but it is hard to figure out the depth of his eyes. When he looks at you straight, you will feel as if you are facing a perspective instrument and expose all the secrets under his eyelids.

At the moment, Jane Huan thought of his half narrowed eyes after the smoke curled in the bathroom that day.

All the beautiful scenes of love affairs were recombined and clearly reflected in her brain.

When she opened her eyes, Jane Huan's face and neck were red, and her fingers clung tightly to the door frame.

"Oh, little Jane, there are guests in your house?" the neighbor who lives next door came back from work.

Jane Huan smiled at her and found that the other party was still staring at her. She remembered something. She looked up at Huo Mo Ting, "do you want to come in?"

Huo Mo Ting looked at her with dark eyes.

The neighbor still opened the door there and occasionally looked at Jane Huan.

Jane Huan, who had blocked the door tightly, had to let her go and asked again, "it's cold outside. Come in and sit down."

In fact, what Jianhuan thought was that Huo moting politely bowed his head, then coldly refused: "No." then led Huo nianyan to leave.

But the reality is——

Huo moting didn't say anything, picked up the trolley case, crossed her and went straight into the apartment.

Jian Huan: "

Huo nianyan blows his nose and stares after Jane Huan. His father is really more and more shameless. In order to stop him and Jane, he went to the door!

"Dad, it's very difficult for you to come to the door like this!"

Huo nianyan took advantage of Jianhuan to pour water in the kitchen, went to Huo moting and said with a small voice.

Huo moting sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his suit and turned a deaf ear to his son's accusations.

Huo nianyan saw that he didn't dump himself. He put his hands around his chest and sat down next to Huo Mo ting. He was worried and depressed. "You do things on your own, and I'm your son. What if Xiao Jian misunderstood that I'm the same kind of person as you? Dad, you're such a big man. Can you use your brain?"

Two sharp cold lights came from the side.

Huo nianyan didn't care about him at the moment. He got up and ran over, pulled up Huo Mo Ting's trolley box, "Dad, I'll take you out."

Huo moting: "

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Jane came out happily with a water cup and saw Huo nianyan standing by the trolley box, pouting at the man on the sofa.

In fact, she didn't welcome Huo moting much in her heart. It's impossible to forget what happened that day, especially what she provoked on her own initiative. When she saw the man again, she got a pimple in her heart, but because Huo nianyan was present, she couldn't act too abnormal.

Hiding her embarrassment, Jane Huan put her water cup on the tea table and said, "have a glass of water before you go."

Huo Mo Ting's eyes stayed on the water cup for no more than three seconds, then looked up and his dark eyes fell on her face.

"Dad, didn't you say you were going to be tired? Then hurry home!" Huo nianyan urged nearby.

Jian Huan looked back at Huo Mo ting and said, "since you want to go back to rest, I won't keep you."

Huo Mo Ting didn't speak immediately, but just looked into her eyes with deep vision. The bottom of her eyes seemed to contain a touch of emotion she couldn't understand.

Being looked at by him like this, Jianhuan suddenly felt that his little skills were just playing tricks. He didn't know how he was laughing at himself. When he thought so, he felt ashamed for no reason. Jianhuan looked directly at him: "it's too late. I also want to go to bed."

Huo nianyan hurriedly pushed aside: "yes, Dad, it's ten o'clock. It's too late to drive safely."

Huo Mo Ting opened his eyes wrongly and was attracted by another cup on the tea table. There was a faint lip print on the edge of the cup.

The orange light in the living room cast a faint silhouette on his three-dimensional and handsome facial features.

He suddenly raised his head and looked into Jian Huan's black and white eyes. He was silent for a while and said, "I'm hungry."

I'm hungry

With that, before Jian Huan could recover from his stupor, he had pulled out a magazine from under the tea table and looked at it at will.

Sofa, tea table, hot tea, magazines, and a man in a white shirt and black suit are really a pleasant picture.

Jian Huan saw his lukewarm appearance, bit his teeth, or turned and went into the kitchen.