CEO's Forced Love

"Artificial insemination? Why do you want artificial insemination?" Yan Jingshen seemed to have an idea to break out of the cocoon. His hands clenched Jian Huan's arm trembled slightly. "What did you do without me? What did you do in the end!" his volume was a little distorted.

She spoke the cruelest truth in the calmest tone. The blood on his face faded away, and the words that jumped out of her mouth were like a sharp dagger aimed at his heart, stabbing in and pulling out again and again.

Yanjing crimson eyes: "at that time, president Xu said he would support me to start a business. Is it related to you?!"

Jane Huan thought she was cruel. She wanted to hide it from him all her life, but somehow she said it, just like a kind of catharsis.

She reached out and pushed Yan Jingshen away, slowly stood up, then turned and walked into the apartment building.

Each step was as heavy as a shot put tied to her feet. Jian Huan held the wall. Suddenly, she was black, a burst of dizziness hit, and the whole person fell down.

Yan Jingshen outside heard a violent movement, turned his head and rushed into the apartment building to see Jian Huan on the ground.

Fortunately, she only walked a few steps and rolled down from it. She was hit on her forehead and accidentally twisted her left ankle.

"Is there anything?" Yan Jing touched her face in panic.

Jane Huan brushed away his hand and reluctantly wanted to stand up, but she fell back. The pain in her ankle made her frown.

Yan Jingshen suddenly picked her up in the air.

"You let go of me! I can walk up by myself."

But he said nothing and let her wave her hand and slap her in the face.

The slap sound was very clear and loud. The voice controlled light just darkened in the apartment building lit the corridor in an instant and lit up his red and swollen cheeks.

Yan Jingshen didn't look at her either. He took her up the stairs and stepped steadily at every step.

Jane Huan no longer has any resistance. She doesn't open her face. The corners of her eyes hurt badly.

After Yan Jingshen stepped on the last step, he stopped and didn't go forward, but looked straight ahead.

Jane Huan found something strange, raised her head from his arms, turned her face and looked at him——

At the corner of the apartment door, there was a man with a black high collar thin sweater, a dark blue coat, straight trousers and a pair of shiny leather shoes. He stood there with straight legs and a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand. At the moment, he didn't smoke, but looked through the smoke.

His eyes were very pale and indifferent, like looking at two strangers he didn't know.

Jane Huan's eyes moved down. There were several cigarette butts at his feet. It seemed that he had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Huo Mo Ting stood straight, his face slightly heavy, and quietly looked at the two people hugging each other.

Yan Jingshen held Jian Huan with a heavy hand, as if his territory had entered / entered the invader, and the two men looked at each other silently.

Jane Huan thought the scene was very dramatic. What she didn't expect was that Huo moting would squat at the door of the apartment.

When was he standing at the door? Why did he come here? How long has he been waiting?

Several problems came one after another. Jian Huan only felt that her brain was growing uncomfortable. She couldn't think of a reason.

Over there, Huo moting had choked off his cigarette butts. When he came over, Jian Huan's heart beat faster. He slowed down less than one meter from Yanjing. Almost at the moment of wiping his shoulders, he took his long legs across them to the corridor.

Passing by, because it was close, a cold breath brushed Jian Huan's cheek, mixed with a very light smell of tobacco.

Jian Huan looked at the corridor. There was no figure. He seemed to have accidentally walked through the wrong door. When he found that the host's house was not the person he was looking for, he turned and left without hesitation or a word of nonsense.

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Yan Jingshen took Jane Huan into the bedroom, carefully put her by the bed, and then squatted down to take off her socks.

Jane Huan retracted her feet, "can you go now?"

He squatted by the bed and hung his head. "I'll look at your feet first. If it's all right, I'll go."

Jane Huan refused to let him touch it. She rolled the quilt over her body, turned her back to him and closed her eyes.

Yan Jingshen looked at Jane Huan's back curled up in bed. The dim light elongated his figure.

Jane Huan knew he didn't go, but she didn't want to face him. She wanted to be out of sight and out of mind, but she found that she was confused. I don't know how long later, the door of the bedroom was gently opened and slowly closed. She opened her eyes and stared at the floor lamp next to the * with her eyes very uncomfortable, like drilling into the thin sand.