CEO's Forced Love

On the way back to Qinyuan, Huo glanced fearfully at the man driving with a long face around him, "Dad, are you okay?"

General staff Huo was so angry that he lifted the table and smashed the ashtray on his youngest son's forehead. If Huo Mo Ting hadn't flashed quickly, he wouldn't have just scratched a little skin on his left forehead. I'm afraid he would have been carried into the hospital horizontally.

In the face of his son's concern, Huo Mo Ting gave a faint hum.

Huo nianyan held the newly bought little yellow man's pillow and shook his legs. He seemed to hate iron and steel and said, "Dad, why do you like a woman with a husband? No wonder grandpa wants to teach you a lesson. If it were me, I would also take, smoke, ash, cylinder, smash, you..."

Under Huo Mo Ting's cold and fierce eyes, Huo nianyan spoke more and more lightly, and the last word directly grunted in his throat.

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When he got home, Huo nianyan dumped his big schoolbag like a pony off the reins and ran upstairs with a small mobile phone.

Recently, Huo nianyan has a good relationship with Wu pangzi in his class, because Huo nianyan lent Wu pangzi the little yellow man Xiao Jian gave him to play a class. They immediately turned the fight into friendship and became good brothers who hook up after class.

"Wu Liaoming, I'll bring you chocolate tomorrow. My father brought it back from Belgium!"

The laughter and laughter of the children all over the room made Huo moting feel the sudden pricking pain in his temples.

He went upstairs to his bedroom and closed the door. Huo moting took off his clothes and took a bath. When he came out, he lay in bed without any sleep. He tossed and turned, stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, and was stunned for a long time. After he sat up and got out of bed and opened the door of the fitting room.

He subconsciously took a white shirt when he took the inner shirt with his coat.

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Jane Huan took a good bath and dried her hair with a hair dryer. She was about to turn off the light to sleep when her mobile phone suddenly rang.

Looked at the caller ID - Kiss Xiaoyan. It's not Huo nianyan she entered in the address book.

After hesitating for a while, Jane Huan picked it up. There came a bad question: "how can I answer the phone?"

Jane Huan sipped her lips. "I was just taking a bath."

The head was silent for a long time before two words jumped out: "come down."

"What?" Jane Huan didn't understand him for a moment.

"Downstairs."

Jane Huan frowned and went to the balcony. Sure enough, Bentley Continental stopped downstairs.

Turning to look at the clock on the wall, Jane Huan refused: "it's too late..."

"Then I'll go up."

Jian Huan saw that the driver's door was really open and hurriedly stopped: "what are you doing!"

"Can't get down?"

Jane Huan hung up the phone, bit her lip, put on a coat and went out of the bedroom.

Jane Huan ran downstairs, and the Bentley Continental stopped quietly by the lawn.

As soon as she approached the car, the window came down slowly. On the driver's seat was Huo moting in a white shirt and black tweed coat.

"What do you want from me?"

Huo Mo Ting turned his head and stared at her eyes. Just after bathing, Jian Huan's watery eyes became more and more clean and bright.

Inside the knee long milk white down jacket, she was wearing a set of lilac small broken flower pajamas. Her long hair was a little damp. She stood under the street lamp and had a lot of aura. Huo moting leaned over and opened the co pilot's door, "get on the bus."

Jane Huan didn't move. "What's the matter?"

Huo Mo Ting turned his head. He looked at the ground illuminated by the lights and put his fingers on the steering wheel at will.

After a long silence, he looked over again and frowned: "there's so much nonsense. Let you get on the bus."

Jane Huan looked at the man who suddenly spoke coldly and thought this was his nature? That night downstairs, his tenderness was just a disguise.

"I'll go up if you don't speak." Jane Huan put her frozen hands into her pocket and spit out white heat while talking.

Huo Mo Ting just stared at her and didn't speak.

Finally, Jane Huan gave in. She got into the car and closed the door.

There was a light in the car. She found that Huo Mo Ting had a wound on his forehead, and his hair was still wet.

"What happened to your head?"

Huo Mo Ting didn't answer her. He just lowered his seat, then closed his eyes and leaned on it.

Jian Huanjing waited for a long time, but he didn't speak. He seemed to be asleep, and his deep facial features were integrated into the faint halo.

Such a man, even when sleeping, doesn't relax. His thin lips are tight and his eyebrows are slightly twisted, like a cold machine.

I don't know what happened to him, but Jian Huan still noticed that he seemed to be in a bad mood.

She looked at the wound on his forehead. He was so big that he couldn't fall and hit the tea table. The biggest possibility was that someone threw something in his face. I'm afraid there were not many people who dared to throw something in his face. The biggest possibility was his father.

The wound was not very big, but it was not shallow. Blood seeped out faintly, but he didn't take any measures.

Jane Huan took out some paper towels, watched him breathe well, hesitated and slowly leaned over, and gently pressed his hand with the paper towel towards his forehead.

But before she touched it, a cross arm hugged her waist.

Jane Huan looked at him in amazement. "Aren't you asleep?" after asking, she felt that she had no eyes for the question.

Huo Mo Ting didn't open his eyes. As soon as his long arm tightened, he circled her in his arms and held her tightly, not allowing her to break free.