CEO's Forced Love

When Jane Huan was sleepy, she saw this sentence and woke up for a moment.

She paused and then replied, "I like it all day at a young age. If I don't like it, be careful I tell your father."

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Huo moting looked at the new information, especially the last half sentence, and a wisp of smile flashed in his long and narrow eyes.

Very light and light, fleeting, too fast to catch.

Fingers on the mobile phone keyboard skillfully, and soon a new message appeared.

——My father is so kind to me that he is not willing to scold me.

After reading it several times and confirming that the tone is correct, I can rest assured and press "send".

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Jian Huan simply stopped sleeping, leaned on the head of the bed and continued to chat with "Huo nianyan" on wechat.

After reading his reply, Jane Huan smiled. Unexpectedly, he was still a big filial son. He thought he would secretly dismantle his father's platform.

"It's really not easy for him to raise you alone these years."

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Huo Mo Ting changed his posture on the bed again and looked at the lit screen. The corners of his mouth turned up half an arc that he didn't even know.

After about ten seconds, Jane Huan received a new message.

——My father was worried that I was bullied by my stepmother. He didn't marry a wife again these years. He was busy with his work. He really had a hard time.

In the dead of night, looking at such information, Jane Huan suddenly felt a little sad.

She involuntarily thought of herself.

She had never seen her biological parents since she had memory. Wu Xiumei said that she was the youngest daughter of the Bai family who slept with a wild man outside, but her grandmother told her it was not like this. Just when she asked again, her grandmother refused to say more.

Every time she mentioned "Mom", Grandpa would sit under the big tree at the door and smoke, and grandma would hide behind the stove and wipe her tears.

Later, she never dared to mention her mother again. Gradually, the memory of her parents was deeply buried in her childhood memories.

I still remember that in high school, she was framed and stole another female classmate's watch. The head teacher asked her to call her parents. The person who finally took her away was Yan Jingshen. He waited at the school gate. When he heard that Jane Huan in class 20 of senior high school was caught stealing, he broke into the school regardless.

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Before the cell phone screen went dark, Jane Huan replied, "then you must be filial to your father when you grow up."

Before sending, I found that the tone was too serious, so I deleted and reorganized a message.

"When Nian Yan looks as tall and handsome as your father, and makes a lot of money, you must be filial to him."

"Huo nianyan" quickly returned: "is my father handsome? Why don't I think so?"

In the middle of the night, she was sleepy again. Jane Huan felt that she didn't speak without thinking.

Seeing this message, she subconsciously went back, "no, your father is the best man I've ever seen in a white shirt and black suit."

When she reacts to her abruptness and wants to withdraw, it's too late.

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——Your father is the best looking man I've ever seen in a white shirt and a black suit.

Huo moting stared at this sentence for a long time, then lost his mobile phone, rolled himself in a soft quilt and turned around on the big bed.

After a while, he found his cell phone again.

"He has been called a ready-made clothes shelf since he was a child. He looks good in everything he wears."

However, I waited for a long time, really a long time, about five or six minutes, and I didn't come back there.

Huo Mo Ting hesitated and reissued another one: "maybe it's because of the clothes type."

With a "Ding", new news came in.

——I'm sorry. I didn't get a good signal just now. What else did you say before?

Huo moting: "

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Jane Huan didn't wait for "Huo nianyan" to reply to her.

She swiped the dialog box on the screen and fixed her eyes on the last few messages.

——No, your father is the best looking man I've ever seen in a white shirt and a black suit.

——Maybe it's because of the style of the clothes.

Did you fall asleep talking?

Jane Huan thought for a while, but still sent another "good night" in the past, and then turned off to sleep.

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When Jane Huan got up the next day, she turned on the machine and subconsciously looked at wechat.

There is still no new message.

Grandma's health has almost recovered. Jane Huan plans to pick her up from the hospital today. Ye Zhiqiu specially asked for a half day's leave and drove with her.

But when they arrived, they were told that Zhou Aihua in ward 5043 had been picked up.

Before long, Jian Huan received a call from Jiang Yingmei.

When she and ye Zhiqiu arrived at Yanzhai, she saw her grandmother lying on a bench, half covered with a blanket, laughing and chatting with Jiang Yingmei.

"Huanhuan, coming?" Jiang Yingmei smiled and turned to Aunt Rong: "go and bring Huanhuan them some cakes."

Jane Huan has squatted down beside her grandmother, "grandma, why don't you tell me when you leave the hospital?"

"It's my thoughtlessness," answered Jiang Yingmei. "Huanhuan, if you want to blame me, blame me."

Grandma held Jane Huan's hand and smiled kindly, "didn't I call you right away? You're so anxious..."