CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan took back her hand and stood up regardless of the old man's loss: "no matter what I do with depth of field, you are my beloved elder. Even if I get divorced, I can go to see you. I have something to do in the morning, so I'll go first."

Despite Yan's mother's request, Jane Huan carried her bag and quickly walked out of the breakfast shop.

Just before she took a few steps, a Lexus stopped next to her. The window fell and revealed the depth of field. Half of her face: "get in the car."

Jane Huan took him as transparent, passed directly by the car and went to the platform in front.

The car stopped at the side of the road. Yan Jingshen came directly after him. Jian Huan stared at him: "I have something else to do. Get out of the way."

"I'll see you where to go." Yan Jingshen said and took her hand.

"No need." Jane Huan shook off and looked up at him. "When will you sign the divorce agreement?"

Yan Jingshen's eyes are getting colder. "I said I wouldn't divorce."

The resentment squeezed in the bottom of my heart suddenly surged up, and Jane Huan laughed at herself: "no divorce? Does it have to last? I've seen enough of your flirting with other women over the years, and I don't want to bear it any more. Whether you agree or not, I want a divorce."

With that, Jane Huan squeezed her bag tightly and didn't want to wait for the bus. She turned and walked in the other direction.

"Be careful!" there was a panic cry overhead, accompanied by a scream.

Jane Huan looked up and felt a mass of dark things smashing down on her. Her brain was blank for a moment.

"Huanhuan!" a nervous low male voice sounded in his ear.

Jane Huan's back was severely pushed, and her whole body fell to the side.

While the pain came from the knee, there was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground near the ear. Passers-by exclaimed: "it's killing people!"

Jane Huan fell to the ground and her knees were rubbed and bleeding. In the panic cries of passers-by, some ominous premonition made her turn to look at her position just now. She had been surrounded by passers-by. She seemed to smell a strong smell of blood.

Next to the bus stop is a construction site. The steel scaffold jumping somewhere makes Jane Huan pale and her heart sink.

"Call the police! Call an ambulance, come on!"

Jian Huan endured her foot pain and rushed to squeeze away the crowd. What she saw was Yan Jingshen falling in a pool of blood.

"Depth of field..." Jian Huan was stunned. She felt cold and trembling.

Purplish red blood oozed from his head. His face was as white as paper and he completely lost consciousness. Jian Huan wanted to help him hold down the bleeding wound, but he was pushed away by the medical staff who came down from the ambulance. The next moment, Yan Jingshen had been carried on a stretcher.

Jane Huan couldn't hear what passers-by were talking about. She just grabbed the hand of the medical staff, "how's he? How's he?"

"Miss, please let go. Now we have to rush back to the hospital to rescue the patient."

While Jian Huan was pushed away, Yan Jingshen was sent to the ambulance. His left hand fell weakly from the stretcher. A wrinkled photo fell out of his palm. On the blood stained photo, she smiled shyly with a red face, stuck her head to his head, and held a marriage certificate in her hand.

It was a group photo taken after they registered in Las Vegas when she just turned 18.

Jane Huan picked up the picture. She stared at the happy big boy in the picture, and then turned the picture over slowly.

——Wife, I know I'm wrong. Will you forgive me once?

Those words gradually blurred in the field of vision. Jane Huan pinched the photo and pressed the ambulance door to be closed. "I'm his wife."

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At 8:30 in the morning, all kinds of cars were parked at the gate of a small school. One after another, parents led their children in.

Huo nianyan was wearing a bright red cotton padded jacket, a yellow hat, plush earmuffs outside, and a small hand with gloves holding a beautifully packaged cheese cake. He stood on the edge of the school gate, with a pair of big black eyes turning around among the parents.

"Mr. Huo, do you want to call the young master in? It's cold outside in winter." Jingxing discussed with the man in the back seat.

Huo moting focused on all kinds of reports. "If it's cold, he'll get on the bus himself."

Jingxing looked at Huo nianyan outside the car again, and Huo moting's voice came from his ear, "what time is it now?"

Jingxing looks at the notebook on Huo moting's leg. Isn't there a display at the bottom right of the computer screen? But I still looked at my mobile phone, then turned around and reported the time: "it's 8:40, and there are still 20 minutes before the parents' meeting starts."

Huo Mo Ting squinted at the lower right corner of his notebook, looked at the scene again, and then continued to look down at the document.

"Dudu." the window suddenly rang.

Just half down the window, a small head with cold air stretched in: "Dad, what time is it now?"

Huo moting's eyes fell on Huo nianyan's right hand climbing the window, "didn't you bring your watch?"

"I'm afraid it's out of time," Huo said, worried. "Dad, do you think little Jane won't come?"

"Didn't you tell her that the parents' meeting starts at nine?" Huo moting asked while looking at the report.

Huo nianyan leaned on the window: "how can I make such a low-level mistake?"

Huo moting has handed over his mobile phone: "then call her."