CEO's Forced Love

Although the child spoke innocently and without malice, Jane Huan was still uncomfortable. She was about to come and call Huo nianyan out. Huo nianyan over there suddenly pushed the child who had just made a noise and roared back at a small voice: "I have little Jane now and don't need my mother!"

Seeing a group of little guys fighting again, Jane Huan hurriedly said, "read the words, are you ready?"

A group of children looked at the door of the classroom.

Huo nianyan learned in the morning than other people's children, so he was also shorter than the boys in the class. His face was round, white and hurt. Jian Huan walked in under the curious gaze of other children, "if it's OK, let's go home early."

As soon as he finished, the monitor stared at Jian Huan and asked, "are you Huo nianyan's new mother? Will you come on Saturday?"

Jane Huan was stunned. She really didn't know how to answer.

"Come, of course little Jane will come!" Jane Huan's hand was held, and Huo nianyan was already standing beside her.

The little guy raised his head high and hummed twice. He led Jane Huan out of the classroom with his head held high and walked out a long way. Only then did he put away his arrogance, turned his head and looked at Jane Huan with bright eyes: "Jane, will my parents come?"

For a five-year-old child, he said he didn't miss his mother, but would he really not?

Jane Huan can't bear to hurt such a simple and lovely child. She suddenly understands the meaning of Ye Zhiqiu's words. She allows the child to enter / enter her own life, but she can't take over some things. For example, at the parents' meeting, what qualifications does she have to sit in those parents?

Looking at Huo nianyan's hopeful eyes waiting there, Jane Huan opened her mouth and didn't speak. A Bentley Continental stopped by the side of the road.

Huo nianyan had rushed over, patting the door and shouting happily, "Dad!"

The window was half down. In the evening, the orange sunset light fell on his face, softening the original cold outline.

Huo nianyan lies on the side of the window, chattering with his small mouth. Jane Huan pestles not far away. Suddenly, she is at a loss.

Huo moting raised his eyes in the voice of his son's immature words, and his dark eyes turned to Jian Huan standing there with a big schoolbag.

She was wearing a mint green down jacket with a drooping neck milk white sweater and dark blue jeans. A pair of board shoes made her dress more student like. She was still plain, with soft black hair tied into a ponytail, showing a smooth forehead, a pair of black and white eyes and clear eyes.

Suddenly, there was only one sentence in Huo moting's brain: "skin is like ice and snow, graceful like a virgin."

Huo nianyan was like a little wild horse that took off the reins and ran back to Jian Huan, "Xiao Jian, my father is coming!"

Jane hung her head and touched his hat with a smile.

"We can save money on the bus." the little guy was very clever.

"Read words." separated by a distance from the car, Jane Huan pulled Huo to read words.

The little guy looked at her puzzled.

Jane Huan organized the language, "since your father is here, go home with him."

"What about you, little Jane?"

"Of course the teacher went back to his own house."

Huo nianyan was unhappy and held her hand, "but you just said to let me go to your house."

"Er..." Jane Huan was in a dilemma. The man over there had got off the bus.

A dark gray tweed coat, with a dark blue shirt inside and a thin tie with red stripes. Huo moting is very tall, with long and straight legs, tight and narrow waist. His facial features are as perfect as works of art carved by a craftsman. His outstanding temperament makes him a scenic spot at any stop on the roadside.

Such a man, Jane Huan had never thought of any intersection with herself before.

When Huo moting stood by the car and looked at them, he conveniently opened the door of the back seat. His meaning is self-evident.

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Maybe he was tired of fighting. As soon as he got on the bus, Huo nianyan fell asleep on Jian Huan's leg.

Jane Huan lowered her head and touched Huo nianyan's head melon seeds. She was distracted, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

The car was very quiet. It was so quiet that the atmosphere was once depressed.

The front window suddenly fell slowly, and a chill rushed into the back of Jian Huan's neck.

She subconsciously looked up and saw Huo Mo Ting holding the steering wheel in one hand and resting on the window in the other. There was a cigarette between his slender fingers. The spark was bright and dark. He spit out a smoke ring out of the window. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the car, and a lighter was placed in the front of the car.

Jane Huan unconsciously twisted her eyebrows and turned her face to the other side of the window.

The man in front seemed to be aware of her small movements. He raised his eyes and looked at her from the rearview mirror, but only saw her pursed lips.

The next second, the smoke in the car dissipated and the window closed.

Jane Huan was obviously surprised at the speed of his smoking. She turned back to the rearview mirror, but looked at a pair of dark black eyes. She didn't know how long he had been staring at herself. Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she immediately lowered her head. Looking at Huo nianyan in deep sleep, she was inexplicably upset by the slightly drunk smell of tobacco.