CEO's Forced Love

Jane Huan looked at her grandmother who was washing rice in the yard and hesitated for a while before asking, "grandma, do you want to keep him for the new year?"

This "he" naturally refers to Huo moting in her house.

"Now that they're on / at the door, do I have to drive out with a broom?"

Grandma smiled and glanced at Jane Huan, who was unhappy. "He bought so many things that there's nothing wrong with me keeping him for a few days."

As soon as Jane Huan opened her mouth, the door of the house over there opened. She immediately changed the topic, "there seems to be no salt in the kitchen. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some."

"Where can I sell lighters around here?" Huo moting came out of the house.

He wore a white shirt, a navy blue thin tie and a black coat. The sharp cut was enough to make him tall and straight.

Grandma had nodded with a smile: "Huanhuan is going to the small supermarket at the entrance of the village. Go with her."

Huo Mo Ting raised his eyes and looked at Jian Huan. She put her hands in her pockets, ignored him, turned and walked towards the door.

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Jian Huan Gu Zizi walks in front of him and says hello when he meets an acquaintance, regardless of whether Huo moting has followed him or not.

As soon as entering the small supermarket, Jane Huan's right hand in her pocket was suddenly pulled out, and then wrapped in the dry and warm palm. Huo Mo Ting had stood side by side with her. He increased the strength in his hand to prevent her from breaking away. "Is there money on the ground? Keep your head down."

The shopkeeper looked at them curiously, and the other guests who knew each other greeted them and smiled at them vaguely.

Jane Huan shook their clasped hands and asked him, "what do you want?"

Huo Mo Ting pulled her fidgeting hand in one hand and looked through the goods on the truck in the other hand. "Don't you want to buy salt?"

Jane Huan stood still, as if she were angry with someone.

Huo Mo Ting took the tip of his eye and glanced at her. He put down the goods and dragged her to the shelf where the spices were placed. "Buy coarse salt or fine salt?"

Jane Huan simply pinned her head to one side this time.

As a result, Huo moting took a bag of coarse salt and fine salt respectively.

He dragged her to the cashier, took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his coat and threw it on the stage. He said to the cashier, "take the money yourself."

When Huo moting came out of the supermarket, she didn't let go of her hand. Jian Huan looked at the people standing in the open space in front of him. He didn't want to be stared at as a rare animal. He broke his big hand with his left hand, but he couldn't move. Instead, he was tight. His magnetic voice was deep and unhappy: "do you have Sao / hyperactivity?"

"Do you have Sao ADHD?"

I know I can't expect to hear anything good from this man!

Jian Huan looked at Huo Mo Ting's autocratic appearance and held his hand firmly. Some words had been brewing for a long time. After thinking for a while, he said: "what I said that afternoon was not a joke or hard to get. Maybe you have a good impression on me now, but I believe it's only temporary."

For what happened in the hospital that afternoon, Jane Huan still couldn't face it calmly. Although she tried to calm herself, her eyes still flickered: "in any way, we're not suitable."

"Inappropriate, you still follow me / *?" Huo moting refuted Jian Huan speechless in just a few words.

His clear and gloomy face eased slightly when he saw her slightly reddish cheeks. His big hand pinched the slender finger he was holding: "salt is still waiting to cook at home."

Jane Huan didn't expect that he would take the excuse she had just made as a handle on her. He turned a deaf ear to her words. There were already people talking and laughing at them. She stubbornly refused to go, "don't misinterpret my meaning. I thought we had made it clear enough."

"What did we say?" Huo Mo Ting's voice returned to the previous coldness, but his words were suspected of pretending to be stupid.

Jane Huan turned to the beginning: "in short, we are not suitable. You really don't have to spend too much energy on me."

Huo Mo Ting stared at the invisible fluff on her ear, "it's not suitable for me. Who are you suitable for?"

Jane Huan doesn't speak.

"Like the man on the roadside who greeted you with a job and a smile like a fool, or the old bachelor next door who hasn't bathed for months and has bald hair can make do with it?"

Jian Huan suddenly felt that Huo Mo Ting was unreasonable. She was cold and said it with a straight face. In fact, they were all unreasonable.