CEO's Forced Love

"Dad, why are you in there?" Huo nianyan, wearing insulated gloves, looked at the man at the door in surprise.

Huo Mo Ting stared sideways at his son, who was not as tall as his waist. He didn't say anything and went upstairs directly.

Huo nianyan sneaked into the bathroom and saw Jane Huan leaning against the washstand with red eyes. He hurriedly took her hand and comforted her: "little Jane, is he cruel to you? Don't worry about it. Old men in menopause are like this..."

"Huo nianyan, what did you say? Tell me again." the man who had already left went back again.

Huo nianyan shrunk his neck and immediately hid behind Jane Huan.

Huo Mo Ting glanced coldly at Huo nianyan, glanced over Jian Huan, his face was cloudy again, and then slammed out of the door.

When the footsteps went away, Huo nianyan turned to Jian Huan and said with concern, "Xiao Jian, did he hit you?"

Looking at his pure and clear eyes, Jian Huan didn't want the dispute between adults to hurt him. He squatted down and touched his head, "the teacher is fine."

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After the noise just now, the whole villa was shrouded in a low pressure.

The door of the study upstairs is tightly closed, and the car in the garage is still there. Jian Huan knows that Huo moting hasn't left.

Unknowingly, Huo nianyan still happily pulled Jianhuan to bake a cake, and the happy children's voice lingered in every corner of the villa.

After finishing the cake, Jane Huan proposed to go back. Huo nianyan immediately shriveled his mouth: "Jane, I haven't eaten yet. Are you going to leave like this?"

No way, Jane Huan had to cook for him. Just after bringing out the dishes, the little guy had run to the stairs and shouted, "Dad, it's time to eat!"

When Jian Huan thought Huo moting would not come down to dinner, the door of the study opened.

Looking at the father and son sitting at the table, Jane Huan suddenly found that she looked like an old mother serving them.

When serving the meal, Jane Huan hesitated for a few seconds, and finally filled Huo Mo Ting's bowl. When she put the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, Huo Mo Ting looked up at her with a very light eye wave, hiding all his joys, sorrows and joys without trace.

Huo nianyan watched Jian Huan as he chewed his meal. "Don't you eat, little Jane?"

"I'm not hungry, you eat more." Jane Huan took off the rice grains from his cheeks and went into the kitchen to clean up.

After about twenty minutes, Huo nianyan shouted outside, "little Jane, I'm finished!"

When Jane Huan went out, she subconsciously looked at the position where Huo moting was sitting just now. It was empty, and only Huo nianyan moved around in the chair.

As soon as she finished washing the dishes, Huo nianyan ran in wearing a set of plush clothes and dragged the cotton in.

"Little Jane, can you put the bath water for me? I can't adjust the water temperature well."

Jane Huan almost forgot that Aunt Li had a rest, wiped her hands and went upstairs with Huo nianyan.

When I passed the study, light came out from the crack of the door and poured on the floor, and there was the sound of talking on the phone.

Jane Huan bathes the bath water, and helps him to take a bath. The little guy is holding a shampoo bubble, blinking his big eyes to see Jane sitting on the side for his bath shower. "Why are you upset, Jane? What's the trouble?"

"No words, close your eyes." Jane Huan played his forehead, and a foam fell on his nose.

The little guy pretended to wail and fell into the bathtub. The water splashed Jianhuan. Looking at her wet a large piece of shirt, he giggled and lay on the edge of the bathtub, shaking his head. Jianhuan had to hold his head, "don't move, or the shampoo will go into his eyes."

Huo nianyan narrowed his eyes and let Jane Huan gently wash his hair. He sighed comfortably, "little Jane, you are very kind to me!"

Looking at his face flushed by the heat, Jianhuan couldn't help bending over and kissing his cheek. This kiss directly led to Jianhuan's righteous refusal when he wanted to wipe him. Huo nianyan glanced at Jianhuan shyly and wiped her with a bath towel.

"How can a man let his woman suffer so much..."

Jane Huan listened to him talking to himself there and asked curiously, "what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, nothing." Huo read and laughed, then put on warm clothes *, "little Jane, can you tell a story?"