CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan smiled and nodded, pulling the chain at the neckline for him. "You should also pay attention to safety on the road."

"Little Jane." Huo nianyan looked at Jane Huan with a red cheek, "can I kiss you?"

Jane Huan leaned down and put her left face close to her. Huo nianyan looked at Jane Huan's lips, stood on tiptoe and tooted her small mouth to stick it up, but before she touched it, the back collar was held, and her mouth was impartial to Jane Huan's sideburns and gave a loud bar.

Jane Huan was obviously surprised, but she still touched Huo nianyan's head, "nianyan, bye."

Until he got on the bus, Huo nianyan kept a small face and squinted at the man who turned over the documents next to him. There were almost two small flames on his head.

"Huo nianyan, if you don't take back your eyes, I don't mind sending you to boarding school."

Huo Mo Ting's eyes were fixed on the documents, but his words made the children next to him become good children in a second.

The car drove smoothly on the ring road.

Huo nianyan has fallen asleep with a small pillow, slightly opening his small mouth and snoring.

Lin Qian in front looked at the man working with his head down in the rearview mirror and looked like he wanted to talk and stop, "Mr. Huo, the one just now..."

"It's her." Huo moting didn't look up, but the seemingly casual three words made Lin Qian almost step on the brake as the accelerator.

"When you asked me in Las Vegas the other day, did you already doubt it?"

Huo moting put down his documents and looked at his sleeping son, "it's very similar, isn't it?"

Lin Qian nodded, especially the part of his eyes and forehead, which was carved out of a mold. He did the aftermath of the incident in those days. At that time, President Huo said that as long as the child was clean, everything else was handled. Since he was not interested in the child's mother in those years, what does president Huo mean now?

About Huo moting's mind now, I'm afraid no one can see through it except himself.

Huo nianyan used his mini cell phone to make a good night call to Jane Huan, and the door lock of the bedroom opened with a "click".

Huo moting didn't know about this new small mobile phone, otherwise it would have been confiscated and turned over.

In panic, he quickly put his mobile phone under the pillow and didn't even wear slippers. He jumped directly into the chair on the bed. While picking up a pencil and painting on the paper, he turned his head. On his small face was a good smile: "Dad, don't you watch the news?"

The man who came in just took a bath. He was wearing smoky gray cotton home pants and a black low V neckline T-shirt. His wet black hair naturally hung down, his skin was white, and the orange light fell on his face. He looked beautiful. He didn't look like a 34 year old man.

Huo Mo Ting pursed his thin lips and frowned when he saw Huo nianyan's bare fat feet: "why don't you wear slippers?"

I used to see a man who turned a blind eye when he ran all over the room in four corner shorts. At this time, Huo nianyan was so concerned about himself. He grabbed his curly hair, jumped out of the chair and put on his shoes obediently, "Dad, put it on."

Huo Mo Ting stretched his eyebrows, but didn't leave. Instead, he went to the bed and sat down. His slender legs overlapped and took a book on the desk.

"Well... Dad, I have to do my homework."

Huo Mo Ting didn't lift his eyes, "do it."

"No," said Huo nianyan, wringing his eyebrows, "Dad, don't you go back to your room to sleep?"

"You do your job, I'll sit here and don't disturb you."

Huo nianyan was very tangled: "but..." you have disturbed me now!

The father and son stood and sat down. The sitting people looked calm and slowly turned over the pupils' composition. The standing villain looked unhappy, but finally the silent protest fell under the thick face of his father. Huo nianyan sighed and obediently climbed into the chair and began to write the composition.

Huo nianyan is obviously annoying about the requirement of one composition per week, and he hasn't finished it well every time. He either took the composition book to copy the full text, or robbed the students for reference. At the beginning, the teacher will follow the good guidance, and now he has learned to turn a blind eye.

The topic assigned by the Chinese teacher today is my father.

Huo nianyan's original plan was——

If it's still early to call Jane Huan, take the time to extract the article "my father" from the composition book into your composition book.

But now... He turned his head and looked at the composition book in Huo Mo Ting's hand. His ambition was bold and wanted to cheat the book back.

Huo moting noticed that his son peeked at himself from time to time and looked up, "what are you looking at? Can't do it?"

"Can do can do!" Huo Mo Ting's eyes swept away, and Huo nianyan nodded hurriedly.

Huo Mo Ting looked at him more and then lowered his head.