CEO's Forced Love

In the bathroom in the bedroom.

Jian Huan picked up the little shorts and guard pants immersed in the water and wrung them dry.

Huo nianyan's upper body is still wearing his cartoon baseball suit, but he is surrounded by an ankle long towel and a pair of large women's cotton slippers. He lies on the side of the door frame with his big black eyes flashing to see how Jian Huan washes his pants.

"Teacher, you haven't told me your name yet?"

Jane Huan asked jokingly, "if you don't know my name, you dare to follow me all the way. Aren't you afraid I'll sell you?"

"I know you're not a bad person."

Jane Huan drained the dirty water from the washbasin, picked up her pants and planned to go outside and dry them with the washing machine.

"You can't just walk with strangers. What if your family can't find you?"

The little guy followed her with big Slippers: "no, I have a phone. Teacher, you can't always look at me with colored glasses. In fact, I've grown up."

Jian Huan looked at the kid who was only around his waist and was a kid. He touched his fluffy hair and nodded: "when I grow up, I know how to write love letters to girls."

Huo nianyan's little fat hand grabbed the ear root, and Bai Xi's cheek was faintly flushed and looked a little annoyed.

Jane Huan took out the dried trousers and said softly to the child with his head down: "students should get along well and make more friends, but those words can't be said casually, which will make everyone misunderstand, you know?"

"Will you also misunderstand me, teacher?" Huo nianyan suddenly looked up and looked at her with black eyes.

Jane Huan was stunned, shook her head and smiled: "no..."

"In fact, I don't know what those words mean. I just want to be friends with Xu Meimei. Last time I saw my father say those words to an aunt, and then the aunt smiled at my father. I thought Xu Meimei would play with me..."

Jian Huan subconsciously looked at the closed bathroom and tightened her eyebrows.

She couldn't believe that those obscene and obscene words came from the mouth of the man who was not easy to meet. Under the solemn appearance, it was the essence of slag? But then I thought it was someone else's private life. No matter how corrupt it was, it had nothing to do with myself, so I got rid of all the messy ideas.

But Huo Mo Ting's image in her heart also plummeted.

Huo nianyan glanced at Jian Huan with his eyes frowning and said carefully, "teacher, did I say something wrong?"

"No..." Jane Huan pulled back her thoughts, looked down and saw the little guy blinking and looking at herself quietly.

Recalling that she heard the rumors about Huo nianyan in cleaning aunt, and the little "* * thing about Huo moting said by the little guy himself, her heart felt pity for the child:" it's cold, the teacher will help you dry your pants right away. "

The little guy rubbed the towel around him and was a little shy: "OK, but did I get into trouble for the teacher?"

Jian Huan saw him walking around the towel in big slippers. He simply squatted down and picked him up all at once. Then he walked to the bedroom and said with a smile, "no, you are the bravest child the teacher has ever seen."

Huo moting came out of the bathroom and heard his son giggling. He couldn't help but lighten his steps.

On the sofa in the living room, Huo nianyan was neatly dressed and lying on Jane Huan's legs. It seemed that he wanted to stick to her.

"Teacher, your name is Jane!" the little guy turned around with Jane Huan's ID card.

Jian Huan handed a peeled orange to Huo nianyan's small mouth: "don't read Qian, read Hua."

The little guy chewed the orange meat and said vaguely, "Jane Huan, Jane Huan, Huanhuan..."

Jane Huan smiled and leaned over to get the orange on the tea table, but her hand suddenly stopped.

With her sixth sense, she turned to the bathroom and found a man she had almost forgotten.

Huo moting only wore a white shirt, opened three buttons, half pulled his sleeves, exposed the famous watch on his left wrist, and put his hands in his trousers bag. He was slender, tall and straight, symmetrical and meticulous. I don't know how long he had been standing there.

When Jane Huan was looking into his eyes, her heart beat sluggishly, because she found that he was also looking at herself.

His eyebrow bone is slightly higher than that of an ordinary Oriental man. Even if he doesn't squint at people, he shows an unfathomable sense of judgment, as if he wants to look into the bottom of your heart and peep into your deep secret.

Although Jane Huan quickly turned her head away, she felt uncomfortable sitting on the sofa.