CEO's Forced Love

In fact, Huo nianyan had just hid behind Huo moting in the security room and called with his small mobile phone, but Jian Huan's mobile phone was always busy. In order not to make Huo moting suspicious, he took over the mobile phone, took out the wrinkled note and input the number in a manner.

As a result, "kiss Jane" and a mobile phone number jumped out on the screen as soon as the fifth number was entered.

Huo nianyan looked at the man in the car in surprise: "Dad, didn't you say you had deleted Xiao Jian's number?"

Huo Mo Ting's awe inspiring coldness swept over, and Huo nianyan obediently shut his mouth, thinking that maybe his father asked Xiao Jian while he didn't pay attention.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is in progress, please redial later, sorry..."

Huo nianyan held his mobile phone and carefully looked at Huo moting. "Maybe little Jane is just calling us."

Huo moting quietly looked at his son's cramped appearance. It was rare that he didn't say anything to hurt his young heart, so he looked at the report.

Huo nianyan returned his mobile phone to Huo moting, said "I'll wait for little Jane" and ran away with his own cheese cake.

Jingxing in the co driver's seat looked at his mobile phone. It was already 8:57. Miss Jane should not come back, but he looked at the young master standing at the school gate and looked in the rearview mirror. The grumpy Mr. Huo didn't show a trace of impatience and swallowed his words.

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As soon as Jiang Yingyang got on the bus and was ready to go home, he received a call from his son who was injured and sent to the operating room.

As for Mrs. Yan, when she learned that the only grandson of the Yan family had suffered a head injury and fell into a deep coma, she fainted immediately.

Jiang Yingmei rushed to the hospital with the help of Aunt Xue. When he saw Jian Huan with blood on his hands outside the operating room, his body shook involuntarily.

"Madam!" if Aunt Xue hadn't been quick eyed and quick handed, Jiang Yingmei might have fallen directly to the ground.

"Huanhuan, what happened?" Jiang Yingmei's eyes flushed and his voice choked. "He was fine when he got up in the morning."

Jane Huan leaned absentmindedly against the wall. She still held the picture firmly in her hand and stared at the red light above the operating room. Her ears seemed to echo his whisper again and again: "wife, I know I'm wrong. Will you forgive me once?"

In the bag on the public seat, the mobile phone vibrated again and again, but no one noticed.

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"Mr. Huo," Jingxing turned his head and stopped talking. Other parents came out after the meeting.

The sky slowly fluttered catkins of snow.

At the school gate, Huo nianyan held a cake and fell a layer of snow, like a naive snow doll.

Huo Mo Ting closed his notebook and said, "call him up."

Jingxing got out of the car and ran over against the snow, "young master, it's almost time. I'd better go home."

"No, I haven't waited for little Jane yet."

Huo nianyan carefully wiped the snow off the cake box. "What if I go now and she comes and can't find me?"

Jingxing looked at her mobile phone. It's ten forty. It's strange that Miss Jane will come again.

Huo moting didn't know when to get out of the car. He was holding a black umbrella and came step by step in the snow. He looked at Huo nianyan, who still didn't give up. "Get in the car."

Huo nianyan shook his head and said solemnly, "I'm waiting for little Jane. I can't break the appointment."

Huo Mo Ting frowned and his voice cooled down: "Huo nianyan, are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? She won't come at all."

"She will come. She may be late for something temporarily." Huo nianyan retorted reluctantly.

Huo moting looked at Jingxing and said, "take him to the car." then he turned around and walked to the car.

"Young master... Ah!" Jingxing shouted in pain.

Huo moting looked back and saw Huo nianyan bite Jingxing, break free from Jingxing's hands, hold the cake and run into the school.

"Young master!" Jingxing is about to catch up.

"Let him go," said Huo Mo Ting coldly. "Since he likes to stay here, he can stay here enough."

Then he sat in the car, the window fell, and Huo Mo Ting's unhappy face appeared. "Do you want me to invite you to the car?"

Jingxing got on the bus step by step, and still wanted to persuade Huo Mo Ting uneasily. When he turned his head, he found that Huo Mo Ting leaned his hands around his chest on the seat, closed his eyes, closed his thin lips, and his face lines were cold. It was his consistent performance of being in a bad mood. In the carriage was Huo Mo Ting's cold voice: "drive."