CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan looked at Huo nianyan's shriveled mouth and wanted to cry. She also warmed up with her eyes, but soon controlled her mood: "school is over?"

Huo nianyan's hands held the schoolbag belt and ignored her. He was about to walk past her with his legs.

Jane Huan followed him without talking. She just looked at his small back as he walked quickly.

When passing the playground, Huo nianyan stopped. He stood outside the barbed wire fence and looked at the crazy children inside.

Jane Huan came to him and said softly, "I'll help you look at your schoolbag. Why don't you go in and play?"

"I won't play with these fools!" Huo said with a small face and never stopped.

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At the school gate, the Huo family's driver is already waiting.

Huo nianyan ignored himself all the way, but Jian Huan noticed that he walked slower and slower, as if waiting for himself.

Jane Huan simply came up with a move. She went to the car and said, "can I send the reading speech back today?"

Driver Liang also knew Jian Huan. With the identity of half of Jian Huan as a teacher, he subconsciously wanted to ask the young master what he meant.

Jane Huan followed her back. Huo nianyan stood behind her with a big schoolbag on his back. He looked like he didn't care about people.

Write your mobile phone number to driver Liang, "call me if you have something, and I'll send him to Qinyuan later."

When the car drove away, Jane Huan turned around and looked at Huo nianyan: "where do you want to go for dinner?"

Huo said with a grunt. Don't start pretending not to hear.

"Still angry?"

"Don't think I'll forgive you by saying a few good words." he didn't look at her, but muttered dully.

Jane Huan suddenly chuckled, and the original depressed mood relaxed for a moment: "then tell me, how can you forgive me?"

Huo nianyan glanced at her obliquely, glancing at the hand she reached in front of her. Subconsciously, he had to hand it over. Halfway through it, he remembered his hurt dignity, quickly took it back, hummed, pulled the schoolbag belt, turned and left.

She had never imagined such a scene before - following a child like an old mother.

"Why is it so slow?" Huo nianyan turned his head and pretended to urge impatiently.

Jane Huan hurried to him: "is the schoolbag heavy? Let me take it for you."

Huo nianyan immediately avoided her hand and stretched his small face, "no, take care of yourself."

It seems that he is still sulking

Jane Huan sighed and had to change the topic: "I'll take you home after dinner."

Huo said nothing. When a bus stopped nearby, he crowded up, and Jane Huan had to follow.

Children with family conditions such as Huo nianyan must have a car when they go out from childhood, and they know little about public transport. Last time he spent the night at Jianhuan, the next day Jianhuan took him to school by bus. The little guy rubbed around in his chair curiously and excitedly.

Huo nianyan is an ambitious and courageous child. After sitting once, he dares to squeeze the bus alone.

When Jane Huan got on the bus and swiped her card, she couldn't find Huo nianyan at the door.

She stood on tiptoe and looked around in the car. Only then did she find that he had long been sitting on the special seat marked "old, weak, sick and disabled pregnant women".

It was not easy to squeeze to his side. Jianhuan's forehead had exuded thin sweat. The little guy turned his head out of the window and continued to pretend to be deep.

At the rush hour after work and school, there were many people on the bus. Jian Huan barely stood still by holding the back of her chair. When the driver slammed on the brake at the traffic light, she tilted to the left because of inertia. A pair of white and tender little meat hands suddenly grabbed the clothes around her waist and wanted to hold her.

Unexpectedly, the brake was too fast, and Huo nianyan in the chair also fell on her.

"Nian Yan, did you knock down?" Jane Huan's first reaction was to look up and down at Huo Nian Yan.

Huo nianyan fell into her arms and didn't stand firm. He hung long curly and dense eyelashes. When Jian Huan's hand touched his soft face, he couldn't help feeling more and more grievances in his heart. He wailed on the bus and attracted the eyes of all passengers.

Jane Huan panicked for a moment. "Where did it hurt? Tell the teacher..."

Huo nianyan hugged her and cried, "you're okay to ask me. What have you done to me?!"

The whole bus was instantly quiet, and only Huo nianyan cried bitterly.

"Son, did you hit your head when braking just now?" the uncle nearby kindly reminded.

Others also said: "the next stop is the people's hospital. You get off and take your children to see a doctor."

Some passengers urged the driver to drive faster for fear that something might go wrong with the crying child.

Only two parties knew why Huo nianyan cried so sad.

Jianhuan thanked everyone for their kindness and wanted to straighten Huo nianyan, but he was as soft as boneless in her arms. However, with the help of the nearby passengers, Jianhuan had to sit down with him and take out a paper towel to wipe the tears for him: "don't cry."

Not to mention that it was ok, the cry that just went down was loud again.

Huo nianyan's face was red with tears, and his curly hair was wet with sweat. He was out of breath and choked later.

Jane Huan was so distressed, but she was helpless that she could only gently comfort him again and again while wiping his tears.

I don't know how long he cried, Huo nianyan gradually calmed down, hung softly on Jian Huan, and dozed off with his head closed one by one.

Jane Huan didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She wiped the sweat off his forehead and carefully changed his posture so that he could lean more comfortably.