CEO's Forced Love

"It seems that your father has been really careless with you these years. He always fights. Come here and apologize to your little cousin!"

Jane Huan watched his funny performance, but she couldn't laugh at all. When Huo nianyan saw Liang Huizhen again, she remembered what she said. Children are the most sensitive. Some speakers don't care, but children will keep it in mind, thus erecting an invisible barrier.

Jane Huan bent down and held his face. Huo nianyan was silent because of her sudden action. A pair of black and bright eyes looked at her.

Looking at his similar eyebrows and eyes, Jane Huan suddenly stretched out her index finger and bounced his forehead: "are you angry with me?"

"Ah, oh!" the little guy covered his forehead with his little meat hand, howled, and then stared at her. He dared to be angry or speechless.

Jane Huan noticed the car coming and pulled Huo nianyan's small hand. The little guy hummed, but he didn't get rid of her.

Huo moting drives a Mercedes s600l. I don't know where he borrowed it.

As soon as the car stopped, Huo nianyan let go of Jian Huan's hand, ran over, skillfully opened the door, climbed up with his butt pouted, and sat down firmly in the back seat.

Jian Huan looked at the seemingly empty position next to Huo nianyan, closed the co pilot's door again and got into the back seat.

Huo Mo Ting looked up at her in the rearview mirror.

"I'll sit with Nian Yan."

Huo moting looked at Huo nianyan beside Jian Huan, who lay on the window and pretended not to hear what happened in the car.

Jane Huan caught the dark eyes in the rearview mirror and smiled: "drive."

The car was driving in the crowded driveway of the capital.

In the closed car, a child's milk hum suddenly sounded: "it seems that someone is riding a horse over there!"

Jane Huan looked sideways at the car along his line of sight. She saw nothing but tall buildings and hurried pedestrians.

Huo nianyan suddenly sat up and looked at Jian Huan with the rest of his eyes. When Jian Huan looked at him, he turned his eyes and quickly glanced at the man driving in front of him. Then he glanced at Jian Huan, and then stretched a small face. As much as you want to be serious, you have to be serious.

Jane Huan rubbed his soft hair, but didn't speak according to his will, as if she didn't understand the hint in his eyes.

Huo nianyan didn't dare to attack because Huo moting was present. He put his hands around his chest and swallowed his face. He simply lost his eyes.

But in the cerebellum bag melon, thousands of horses are full of pictures of themselves riding on their father's neck and dancing

As soon as the car stopped at the door of the hotel, Huo nianyan pushed open the door and ran down. As a result, he turned back as soon as he got to the door. Looking at Jian Huan who was preparing to get off, his face looked a little wronged and a little earnest: "someone was riding a horse over there just now. Did you see it?"

Jane Huan didn't say anything. When the little guy's face was going to be dark, she replied, "I see."

Huo nianyan looked at Jian Huan's elm head. He was finally enlightened. He was secretly relieved. His two small hands went back behind him and swaggered away.

Jane Huan looked at his back like a little old man and couldn't help laughing. She didn't even know when Huo moting would stop at the station next to her.

"What are you laughing at?" a man's low voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Jian Huan turned her head. Huo Mo Ting also looked down at her. Over there, a small head was looking out against the French window of the hotel.

Looking at him in a straight suit, Jane Huan can hardly imagine Huo nianyan riding on his neck, and the smile on her face is more and more brilliant. She took his hand and took his arm: "nothing, go in and go back to the room to talk to you."

Huo moting's eyes fell on her slender hand, and she enjoyed her flattery and dependence.

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Entering the suite, Huo moting threw his car key on the tea table, pulled his tie back to the master bedroom and changed his clothes.

He stood in front of the fitting mirror, took off his coat and suit, pulled off his tie, was about to unbutton his shirt, and a slender figure appeared in the mirror.

She wanted to talk and stop standing behind him. Huo Mo Ting saw through her careful thinking at a glance, and the movement on her hand didn't stop: "say it."

Huo nianyan's crisp singing voice came from the outside: "we are all sharpshooters. Every bullet destroys an enemy. We are all flying troops, even if the mountains are high and the waters are deep..." it was another version in Jian Huan's ear: "I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse ~ ~"

"You should have played horse riding when you were a child?" Jane Huan said as if inadvertently.