CEO's Forced Love

"What's up?" Huo Mo Ting's magnetic voice sounded in the quiet kitchen, and then his footsteps turned and went out.

Almost the moment he stepped out of the kitchen, Jane Huan relaxed. Her hands supported the kitchen table and breathed a big breath. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was a little hot. Her cheeks were the same. Her breathing became slightly panting because of the depression just now, and her heart beat especially fast.

She didn't know what she was afraid of or resisting, but she was confused.

The cartoon dialogue in the TV in the living room came faintly, and the children's occasional laughter. Jane Huan suddenly felt a little annoyed. The little villain fooled her to come and make a cake. He didn't have any integrity. When the cartoon was broadcast, he slipped away without saying a word.

The more you think about it, the more annoyed you are. Then your stomach hurts. Jane Huan puts down her cup and goes to the bathroom.

She was weak since she was a child. She didn't escape the bad luck of dysmenorrhea when she came to the holiday. When she first came, she often suffered from death and pain. Later, she reconciled the situation with traditional Chinese medicine. One winter, she was sweating with pain. Yan Jingshen * stayed awake by the bed and kept changing her hot water bag.

When he came out of the bathroom, he just ran into Huo moting who came down the stairs.

He was still answering the phone before, with a shallow smile on his face and soft three-dimensional cold facial features. This is the first time Jian Huan saw him smile. Before that, he always stretched his face and suddenly saw a smell of "suddenly like the spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom".

Huo Mo Ting smiled when he looked into her eyes.

He said a lot, but only two words floated into Jian Huan's ears - Qian Yue.

Jane Huan couldn't help thinking of the beautiful girl holding Huo nianyan at the door of the mall. Her behavior showed good breeding.

At that time, she heard Nian Yan calling the girl "aunt Yueyue".

Looking at the child in the living room holding a small pillow leaning against the belly of "meat balls" and watching cartoons happily, Jane Huan suddenly felt that she was really uninteresting to appear here today. Her father had girlfriends. What fun did she come to join in the parent-child activities?

Her chest seemed to be blocked. Jane Huan went back to the kitchen and took off her apron to go home. She was blocked as soon as she got out of the kitchen.

Huo moting may have just hung up the phone with his mobile phone in his hand. His tall and straight body stood in front of her: "where are you going?"

"Go home." when Jane Huan passed him, she was gripped by her arm. She looked up at him and frowned, "let go."

Huo Mo Ting looked down at her awkward appearance and said in a deep voice, "what's the matter?"

His voice was not as cold and hard as usual. He brought tenderness that he didn't even know about himself, but such tenderness was heard in Jian Huan's ears. She couldn't help thinking of his phone call just now. In addition, what Huo nianyan had told her, she wondered whether Huo Mo Ting was like this to women with good feelings?

Huo nianyan over there also noticed something wrong. He lost his pillow and ran over barefooted. "Little Jane, why don't you make a cake?"

As soon as she mentioned the cake, it was like a fishbone stuck in Jane Huan's throat. She stared at Huo and said faintly, "no more."

"How to be like a child..." the connivance in Huo Mo Ting's low voice made Jane Huan more and more upset.

Huo nianyan was already anxious. "Little Jane, are you angry? I really didn't mean to. Then I won't watch cartoons and make a cake with you."

The soft little hand grabbed her little thumb for fear that she would run away in the blink of an eye.

I don't know why, being "coaxed" by the father and son, Jian Huan not only didn't calm down, but felt more oppressed. She wondered whether she was soaked in water when taking a bath. She didn't arrange to play cards for many things now. No wonder Huo Mo Ting misunderstood her motivation

No matter how much she likes Huo nianyan, she has done more than a training class. Teachers should do a lot of responsibilities.

After a short period of self reflection, although the soft touch on her hand made her shake, she still clenched her teeth and decided to say what she thought. Unexpectedly, Huo nianyan had shouted first: "little Jane, how is your ass bleeding!"