CEO's Forced Love

She didn't understand how Huo Mo Ting opened the door and came in. She didn't have time to speculate on his ideas. When she recovered, she quickly bowed her head to fasten the buttons.

Maybe it's because I'm nervous. I've only buckled one several times.

Because of embarrassment and uneasiness, Jane Huan's eyes were slightly red, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Why can't you buckle it

She beat the third button in a self abandoning manner. The suction lamp on her head pulled Huo Mo Ting's shadow very long and covered her little by little. I don't know when he stood in front of her. His breath was so close to her. As long as she lowered her head a little, her thin lips would be printed on her forehead.

Jane Huan then stepped back and clenched the open shirt in front of her chest with her right hand.

Just now, when he closed the door, he locked the door with his back hand. With a "snap", it was particularly clear in her ears.

Huo Mo Ting took another step forward and narrowed the distance between them. He bowed his head and sprayed the breath on her forehead, but it was very hot. It was like a burning cigarette butt slowly pressing on her skin, which made her tremble uncontrollably, from body to soul.

The front of the shirt was crumpled in her palm. Jane Huan wanted to cross him and leave this narrow space.

"Don't move, there are biscuit crumbs on her hair." Huo Mo Ting's low voice made her escape slow.

His fingers stroked the hair on her temples, and the curved joints inadvertently crossed her cheeks, which was so gentle that it was inconsistent with the impression he usually left. His slender fingers somehow moved to her lips, and his fingers with thin cocoons gently stroked her lips.

Jane Huan's brain "hummed" and subconsciously raised her hand to push away his insatiable hand.

Huo Mo Ting seemed to anticipate her action and clasped her hand.

He didn't make any further moves. He just held her hand and stood so close to her quietly.

Compared with a man who has lived ten years longer than himself, Jian Huan's concentration is far less than him. Huo moting wandered around the mall in the extra ten years. His life experience made him stand still before Mount Tai collapsed, and his city is so deep that ordinary people can't guess his idea at all.

Jane Huan felt that she could not go on like this with Huo moting. At least according to the woman's perception, she could be sure that he was interested in her.

She didn't know where she aroused his interest. Again and again, she had to admit that Huo moting's eyes at her were not what a parent should have for a teacher, but more like a man looking at a mature and beautiful woman.

Jane Huan stared at the faucet on the washstand next to her, and suddenly felt a little annoyed. She annoyed herself and Huo moting. She was annoyed that she had allowed him to cross the line again and again. She was annoyed that he knew he was married and wanted to be like this

"What are you thinking?" Huo Mo Ting's voice sounded above, deep and somewhat deliberately gentle.

However, such tenderness is unacceptable to Jane Huan.

In the past, she felt that her intimacy with Huo moting was like *, and he was her annihilator. Now, she still has this feeling, but the role has changed, and she has become his *. After he called his real girlfriend, he secretly flirted / ambiguous with her in the bathroom.

Huo moting saw her quietly blushing around her eyes: "what's the matter?"

Jane Huan, don't start.

Huo Mo Ting was about to bow his head. His action was too straightforward. Jian Huan's hands were against his chest.

He looked at her hand and frowned slightly.

Jane Huan looked up at his angular face, "in your opinion, am I a casual woman?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Otherwise, if I'm not casual, will you do this casual action?"

Huo Mo Ting looked at her, very quiet, but also made his facial features cold again.

Jian Huan looked up and simply said, "one second ago she was talking and laughing with another woman on the phone, and the next second she was hiding in the bathroom with your son's teacher or a married teacher. I don't know how you play with women outside, but I..."

Before she finished, her jaw was pinched so hard that she forgot what to say next.

Huo Mo Ting's face was gloomy and looked at her, "you even know I'm playing with women outside?"

His breath became heavy, mixed with an invisible anger.

Jian Huan was clenched by him, aching faintly, but stubborn. "Just because of you, reading words will be so lack of love, but you have been influenced by so many unbearable things at a young age. You can't teach him, but you can't impose your own indulgence on a child!"

"Then tell me how I indulged?" Huo Mo Ting's strength increased again.

Jian Huan had tears in her eyes: "you know what you've done."

Huo Mo Ting was very angry. "Who told you all this mess? Who told you there were women outside me?"

"Little Jane, haven't you changed yet?" the baby voice suddenly inserted / came in, "I've made the cake!"

A small figure swayed around on the half frosted glass door.

Jane Huan's heartbeat stagnated, and Huo moting had let her go and opened the door.