CEO's Forced Love

Huo moting ran the business well, poured a glass of water in the kitchen and went upstairs. Aunt Li just brought his mobile phone back.

"Asleep?" Huo Mo Ting looked at the direction of the small bedroom.

"Yes, I slept soundly with my mobile phone."

Huo moting took the mobile phone and told Aunt Li before returning to her room: "prepare me a breakfast tomorrow."

Huo moting came out of the bathroom with wet hair, sat on the sofa ready to read the meeting book and then sleep, but glanced at the nearby mobile phone.

Huo nianyan's words rang out in his ear: "before, I heard from my classmates that they all play wechat now, saying they can chat with voice without money. I also want to talk with Jane 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."

He put down his book, picked up his mobile phone and unlocked it. There was really a wechat unread message at the top of the screen.

Although there is wechat software in the mobile phone, playing voice is a waste of time and energy for a busy person like Mr. Huo.

He opened wechat and there was only one dialog box. The other party's account name was "fish loving kitten".

Kitten?

In Huo Mo Ting's mind, he remembered the woman with a high ponytail, a smooth forehead, half of her face covered by a thick scarf, and only a pair of black and white apricot eyes. He held the mobile phone for a long time, and his fingers clicked on the unread voice message.

"Good night. I'll go to bed early in the future, you know? Trojan horse!"

His soft voice was especially gentle. After listening to the last two words, Huo Mo Ting felt that a stream of blood flowed back into his brain.

He threw away his mobile phone, took a long leg and lifted the quilt *.

I don't know how long later, his closed eyes opened. He turned his head, looked at the sofa, silently, and then sat up and got out of bed.

Go to the sofa, bend over and pick up the phone again, go back to bed and unlock the screen again.

He put one hand back on the back of his head, held his mobile phone in one hand, looked at the voice message on the screen, and then pressed it again.

"Good night. I'll go to bed early in the future, you know? Trojan horse!"

The woman's clear and soft voice is particularly clear in the silent night. Like Wu Nong's soft language, who has been touched?

Huo moting tossed and turned in bed. He had some insomnia. Suddenly his mobile phone vibrated.

He took it over and saw a new wechat message coming in. When he saw the familiar account name, Ben's tight face was a little soft. He just wanted to click on the voice message, and another text message came in. "If you accidentally press it, rest early and don't return."

Huo Mo Ting's face suddenly cooled down.

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When Jane Huan took a bath to prepare *, she accidentally pressed her mobile phone and sent a voice message.

At 11:48 p.m.

She also dozed off, but out of politeness, she immediately returned a text message. She wanted to tell Huo nianyan that she also wanted to rest. Don't go back.

Jian Huan doesn't know that Huo nianyan took Huo moting's mobile phone to play wechat.

However, as soon as she lay down, new information came in.

"Wake people up in the middle of the night and return this attitude. Is that how you are a teacher?"

Jane Huan stared at the message, stunned for three seconds, and then went back: "wake you up?"

The other party didn't respond for a long time.

Jane Huan hesitated and sent another message: "I'm sorry, read the words, you go to sleep quickly, good dream."

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The fluorescence of the mobile phone screen reflected on Huo moting's angular face.

He looked at the latest message, but he didn't turn it off to sleep. Instead, he moved his fingers and sent the message again.

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Just as Jane Huan was about to fall asleep, the mobile phone on the bed cabinet shook again.

She took it vaguely.

——At the parents' meeting that day, I waited for you for a long time, especially my father. He deliberately put down his work and sent me to school.

About the "parents' meeting", Jane Huan thought Huo nianyan had put down his heart knot. Unexpectedly, the little guy was sad again in the evening.

She rubbed her sore eyes and sat up to answer the message.

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Huo Mo Ting lay in bed staring at the ceiling and waited impatiently before information came in.

——Touch, the teacher is bad. The teacher won't be like that next time. Go to bed quickly, or there will be dark circles under your eyes tomorrow.

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This time, Jane Huan was smart. She didn't sleep, but waited for a while. Sure enough, there was information back.

——Are you coming to the next parents' meeting?

Jane Huan went back to the past: "in fact, it's not appropriate for the parents' meeting to go to the teacher, and your father will be unhappy."

She would add the latter half of the sentence. In fact, it was just an excuse to dispel Huo's idea of reading.

The "Huo nianyan" over there has come back.

——My father actually likes you.