CEO's Forced Love

When the old monk saw the Huo family and his son, he was not surprised. He smiled kindly: "it's a few days later than I expected."

Huo Mo tingsu didn't believe it, but since he came, he wouldn't say anything against the Bodhisattva.

Following the old monk into the house, Huo moting sat opposite the old monk. As for Huo nianyan, he came in too hurry and didn't eat breakfast. He saw that some vegetable bags on the table in the monk's room couldn't move his eyes. The old monk smiled: "the old monk is not hungry. Xiao Shi doesn't dislike it. Make do with it."

Huo nianyan looked at Huo moting sitting there. Seeing that Huo moting didn't stop him, he rubbed against the table, took a vegetable bag and said to the old monk, "I'll have one."

The old monk nodded and smiled more intensely, as if amused by the child's words and deeds.

Huo moting asked Huo nianyan, who took the steamed stuffed bun, to wait at the door and told him not to run around. The little guy didn't make trouble and didn't forget to close the door when he went out.

"I know what you want to ask." the old monk made a preemptive strike, which made Huo Mo Ting look at him deeply.

"No dye, no place, no thought, no stop. The body is immeasurable, and those who see it sigh."

The old monk, with eyes like Gu Jingdong, looked calmly at the young man opposite: "I see your face. Your life style is excellent, which is bound to weaken the good fortune of the people around you. However, since you can get to this step, it is beyond the old monk's expectation."

"Benefactor, if you don't mind the old monk's wordiness, the old monk will give you another sentence. There will be no mistake in accumulating good causes and bearing good results."

Huo Mo Ting was always expressionless, but suddenly smiled because of the old monk's last word.

He turned his head and glanced at the dish of steamed stuffed buns on the table and the furniture in the monk's room. They were not as shabby as those in the TV. Even behind the old monk, there was a vertical air conditioner. Huo Mo Ting's eyes finally fell on the old monk: "I think now practice still adheres to the sentence 'calm and naturally cool'."

Hearing the banter in Huo Mo Ting's tone, the old monk was not unhappy. He habitually touched his two moustaches: "as long as there is a Buddha in his heart, why care too much about these external things."

"Before, a monk advised me to become a monk. What do you think?"

Huo moting picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, but after thinking about it, he put the teacup in front of the old monk.

The old monk looked down at the full cup of tea and heard Huo moting say so. After a while, he slowly said, "in the past, you were some wise roots, but now, you are not the most suitable person to stay in this temple."

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Huo moting came out of the meditation room and saw Huo nianyan standing under a peach tree in the yard with his head up, holding a thin bamboo pole from nowhere.

There is a 'V' shaped hook at the top of the bamboo pole, which looks like a clothes drying fork made by a monk in a temple.

The little guy saw an immature peach on the tree and poked it with a bamboo pole. Instead of poking down the peach, a few leaves fell on his head.

Huo recited "bah bah" twice, turned his head, saw his father at the door of the Zen room, immediately lost his bamboo pole and ran over: "Dad, are you ready to go home?"

Huo Mo Ting touched his son's head and took the fallen leaves from his hair for him.

The old monk stood behind Huo moting, stroked his beard and looked at the scene with a far-reaching smile. When the father and son left, he said, "wait for good news from benefactor."

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Jane Huan was too frightened last night. She tossed and turned. When she woke up, it was almost noon.

She stretched out her hand and touched it aside, only touching the cool mat.

Jane Huan's eyelids are a little heavy. Maybe Huo moting told Aunt Li that he didn't come to wake her up. He didn't even come in to disturb her.

After lying down for a while, she got up and went to the small bedroom first. She didn't see the little devil holding the transformer model.

Downstairs, Jian Huan was surprised to see Huo moting sitting in the living room.

"Rest today." Huo moting put down his cup and said, "mom called and let's go to dinner at noon."

Jane Huan nodded, looked around, and couldn't find Huo nianyan. She couldn't help worrying that she would be kidnapped and trafficked like last night.

Huo Mo Ting said, "read the words outside and choose beans with Aunt Li."

Jane Huan opened the door of the villa. Sure enough, the little guy sat on the bench with a small Amoy basket at his feet. He chose beans in a pattern, and his tender fingers were dyed green.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

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In the courtyard, Huo Zhanming is rarely at noon. The old lady secretly tells Jian Huan that the old man came back early in the morning.

It was said that Xiao jinsun was almost tied up last night. Chief of staff Huo was so anxious that he directly sued for leave and hurried back to Fengcheng on the earliest flight.

As soon as Huo Zhanming saw his little son, he immediately blackened his face.

The old chief of staff may think that Huo moting didn't take good care of his grandson. At the dinner table, he didn't give Huo moting more eyes. Instead, he asked Jian Huan about her recent study. Jian Huan glanced at the man around her and answered truthfully: "I'm going to participate in the recruitment of Fengcheng university after the Spring Festival next year."

This answer is right in Huo Zhanming's mind.

He nodded approvingly: "at that time, the child has just been born and can't live without his mother. He can take care of him in Fengcheng."

He also looked at Huo Mo Ting who was silent.

After dinner, chief of general staff Huo held good sun and spoke kindly for a while. Then, with a straight face, he called Huo moting into the study.