CEO's Forced Love

On returning to Qinyuan, Huo nianyan ran out of the car like a happy bird, "Aunt Li, I'm back!"

Aunt Li was surprised to see that Huo nianyan, who was depressed these days, threw off his shoes and ran to the living room. She just wanted to ask what happy things she had encountered. As a result, she turned around and saw Huo moting, "three little."

Huo moting took off his coat and gave it to Aunt Li. He put on a cotton mop and went straight upstairs: "make me a cup of coffee and go to the study."

"Ah." Aunt Li responded. When Huo moting disappeared at the corner of the walking platform, she looked at the living room with laughter.

Huo nianyan jumped around on the sofa barefoot, and "meat balls" also swayed their tail and chased here and there happily, occasionally shouting twice.

"Aunt Li, where did you take the disc I bought last time?"

Then, without waiting for Aunt Li to answer, he jumped down from the sofa, pulled open the cabinet under the TV and tried to beat the drum.

When Aunt Li came out of the kitchen with coffee, the whole living room was haunted by happy children's songs.

Huo nianyan lifted the two forelimbs of "Rouyuan" and danced with one dog and one person on the long wool carpet.

On the second floor, the door of the study opened. Huo moting stood in front of the fence in his trousers and shirt, frowning slightly: "turn off the stereo."

Huo nianyan rarely disagreed. He obediently turned the volume to the lowest, raised his head and smiled at Huo Mo Ting: "Dad, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Huo moting has turned back and entered the study again.

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When Huo nianyan opened the study door and poked into his head, Huo moting was dealing with the problems raised at the second half meeting he didn't participate in tonight.

While skillfully tapping the keyboard, he glanced at the door with the rest of his eyes: "why don't you go to bed?"

"That..." Huo nianyan scratched his ear and rubbed in. "Sleep later, Dad, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

Before Huo moting rejected it, he quickly explained: "I heard from my classmates that they all play wechat now and say they can chat with voice without money. I also want to talk with Xiao Jian about wechat, but my mobile phone has too few functions. Dad, I promise to return my mobile phone to you after saying good night to her."

Huo Mo Ting stopped his hand, looked up and paid all his attention to his son standing there nervously.

Huo nianyan waited for a long time. He thought there was no hope. As a result, Huo moting threw his mobile phone on the sofa next to him.

"Be sure to go to bed before eleven."

Huo nianyan was overjoyed. He held his mobile phone like a baby and said obediently, "OK, Dad, you too. Have a rest early."

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As soon as Jane Huan entered the apartment, ye Zhiqiu came over mysteriously, "Yanjing was here just now."

As soon as the action of changing shoes stagnated, Jane Huan gave a light "um" sound, "I saw him downstairs."

"I thought he hadn't recovered, so I asked him to come in and wait. As a result, he insisted on going downstairs and said that he would disturb me here."

The air-conditioning temperature in the apartment is very high. Ye Zhiqiu only wears a close-up I-shaped vest and hot pants. He pulls a flip-flop behind Jian Huan and sits down on the sofa together. "The heartless man suddenly rode away on the white washing road. I'm not used to such a affectionate Yanjing deep."

Jane Huan's cell phone turned off automatically because there was no electricity.

She took the charger and charged it. As soon as she turned it on, a string of missed calls and unread text messages came in.

"It's all personal." Ye Zhiqiu looked at the words "Yan Jingshen" and smashed his mouth.

Jane Huan took her cell phone back to her bedroom, turned on an orange lamp, lay in bed and looked at the records in her cell phone.

The person who used to wait nervously with his mobile phone was himself.

At that time, she had just returned from childbirth. He didn't drive her away. He just chose to ignore her and often didn't go home at night.

She sat in the living room with the newly cooked food on the table. When she couldn't get through to him, she sent text messages one after another, from concern to uneasiness to blankness. She quietly curled up in the corner of the sofa with her pillow, * sleepless, and didn't wait for the sound of opening the door.

Open the inbox, Jane Huan's eyes stay on the first item.

——Huanhuan, I want to see you. Where are you? Will you call me back when you see the text message?

Such a careful and flattering Yan Jingshen, she had only seen him before he was 23.

Jane Huan flipped through the text messages little by little.

——Huanhuan, where did you put the contract of Jinsheng Group? The new assistant said he couldn't find it. By the way, he was a man.

——Huanhuan, the dinner in the hospital today is terrible. The cook may not have added salt.

——Huanhuan, are you still angry?

——Huanhuan, haven't you come home yet? I'm downstairs.

——Huanhuan, pay attention to safety on the way back. If you can't reach the car, remember to call me and I'll ask the driver to pick you up.

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