CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan, who had planned to be frank with her father and son, didn't expect that things would stop completely because of the leakage of her great aunt.

She sat on the toilet and looked at a big piece of blood red behind her jeans. She couldn't be bothered anymore. She didn't bring a second piece of tampon. Even if she did, it wouldn't help. Her pants are like this. How can she go out?

Outside, Huo nianyan's naive words made her want to pry a crack in the ground and hide.

"Dad, what about little Jane's ass bleeding so much? You take her to the hospital!"

Then there was the sound of people going up and down the stairs. Huo nianyan's footsteps were very heavy and hard to catch up. The anxious milk voice brought a little cry, "Dad, will little Jane die, just like a meat bag? Otherwise, ask Uncle Lu to come and show her."

The meat bag was a teacup pig raised by Huo nianyan. He died because he accidentally stabbed his ass into glass fragments and bled too much.

The door of the villa opened and closed outside, and then the door of the bathroom was pounded, mixed with the cry of Huo nianyan.

"Little Jane! Little Jane! Don't die. I'll let uncle Lu save you right away."

Jian Huan guessed that Huo moting had left, wiped his jeans with a paper towel, made do with it, and opened the door.

Huo nianyan jumped into her arms in the twinkling of an eye, and his eyes stared big with tears. "What's the matter with you, little Jane?"

Jane comforted in a soft voice: "I'm all right. It doesn't matter."

"Has your blood stopped?" Huo nianyan glanced behind Jian Huan, full of worry and fear.

Jane Huan was afraid that he would fall into a psychological shadow, so she had to slowly explain it in the simplest language: "this is actually the same as reading that she likes to eat chicken legs for a few days every month. The teacher also has a few days, but it doesn't hurt her body..."

"But my ass didn't bleed when I ate chicken legs!"

Jane Huan really didn't know how to explain to a five-year-old child about the holiday. As she was saying, the door of the villa was pushed open. She looked up and saw Huo moting coming in from the outside and changing his shoes at the porch. He came towards her with a bag in his hand.

As he got closer and closer, Jane Huan instinctively wanted to cover the red behind him.

"I've seen it all, what else to hide?" Huo Mo Ting's understatement almost buried her head in the carpet.

And he had handed the bag: "go in and change it."

Through the bag, Jane Huan vaguely saw a bag of tampons. She looked at Huo Mo ting in amazement. The latter had turned to the living room.

Jane Huan went into the bathroom, opened the bag and found that it was not only sanitary cotton, but also a box of women *, marked with "m".

When Jane Huan changed the tampon, she found that the hem of her white sweater near her hip was also stained with a little blood.

Even if I changed the inside * and tampon, the blood red on the outside clothes and trousers could not be covered.

Jane Huan is thinking about whether to wash the bloody part of her jeans and sweater, and then blow it dry with a hair dryer. The door of the bathroom is knocked. A tall and straight figure is shown on the half wool glass. Jane Huan arranges her sweater and opens the door.

Huo moting is holding a suit of clothes, men's pants and shirts.

Huo Mo Ting's clothes were too big for Jian Huan. She was only one meter six and thin. Her cashmere sweater covered her thighs, and her pants fell straight down. There was no way, so she had to open the door and poke out her head, "can you... Lend me another belt?"

The man sitting on the sofa reading a magazine looked up at the sound.

Jane Huan's small half body poked out from the door, and the orange light came from behind her, illuminating her Bai Xi's side face. The bridge of her nose and the arc of her double eyelids rose slightly, which made her black and white eyes especially divine. The color of her lips was light, and her small face without powder was dry and meticulous.

The black hair on the shoulder is a little messy because of changing clothes, but now it has an unspeakable charm with a men's shirt.

Huo moting didn't speak or move, but his quiet and deep eyes were enough to make Jane Huan uncomfortable.

He didn't want to ask for a belt. Jane huangang wanted to withdraw. He had stood up and went upstairs.

It wasn't long before Huo Mo Ting came down. He put his right hand in his pocket and held a black belt in his left hand.

Jane Huan straightened up, slightly opened the door, took the belt, said thank you and went into the bathroom again.

When she lifted up the hem of her shirt to tie her belt, she suddenly found that the third button on her chest was staggered with the fourth button, and a large piece of ivory skin was exposed in her open skirt. In particular, when she saw the * lace on the edge of the bra, a stream of blood suddenly rushed into Jane Huan's brain.

That's how she stood in front of Huo Mo Ting just now?

Jane Huan grabbed her long hair upset. She hurriedly untied the four buttons on it, but before she could re button it, the door of the bathroom opened with a "click". The man who suddenly came in made Jane Huan forget to cover the leak on her chest.