CEO's Forced Love

This bottle of rum brought by Huo moting is golden in color, rich in body and strong in taste. It tastes sweet and fragrant in her mouth. However, Jian Huan knows that this kind of wine has great aftereffect and gets drunk accidentally, so she poured half a cup.

Grandma seemed to have a happy event and poured a full cup: "Xiao Ting, the old woman is happy today. Come and have a drink with me."

Huo Mo Ting raised his glass with a smile on his face. It was very shallow. The orange light slanted into the golden liquid, and the reflected halo faintly reflected his five senses as deep as cutting and chopping. The lines were three-dimensional, not rough, but not feminine. There was the depth accumulated by years between his eyebrows and eyes.

Jane Huan sat opposite him and couldn't help looking at him. For the first time, she found a beauty tip on his forehead. The finger holding the wine glass was slender, Beth had excellent bones, and every inch of his hands showed exquisite words. A buckle on the cuff of his white shirt glittered with silver as he moved.

As she once said to Huo nianyan, Huo moting is definitely the best looking man she has ever seen in a white shirt. He is clean and dignified. There is a slight invisible fine line in the corner of his eyes. It will show when he smiles at the bottom of his eyes, which reminds Jian Huan that he is already a 34 year old man.

A 20-year-old man is a finished product, a 30-year-old man is a boutique, and a 40-year-old man is the best.

Then, at the age of 34, Huo moting is undoubtedly in the transition stage from high-quality products to high-quality products.

Jianhuan was staring at him and was distracted. Unexpectedly, Huo moting would suddenly turn around and look at his eyes. He was surprised. Jianhuan moved his eyes in a panic, took a sip of the wine glass, and then heard his low voice: "read the speech, get up and have a toast to your teacher."

Jane Huan looked up puzzled. Huo nianyan had stood up with a cup of coconut juice.

Huo moting didn't look at her, but said to Huo: "thank her for taking care of you these days."

Huo nianyan looked at his bottoming coconut juice, reopened a bottle, filled it, and ran around the table to Jianhuan. With his small hand, he picked up rum and poured it into Jianhuan's cup. Jianhuan wanted to stop it, but Grandma patted her hand: "can't you do less disappointing things?"

Huo moting looked at her hand coolly. When she turned back after grandma trained her, he had a faint smile on his face.

And Jane Huan's glass is so full that it can overflow in a flash.

Huo nianyan returned to his seat and raised his glass with both hands in a dignified manner: "little Jane..." the corner of his eye swept to the man who picked up the glass and sipped next to him, and wisely changed his title, "teacher Jane, thank you for your care and care for me. I'll drink juice instead of wine."

Jian Huan could hardly refuse Huo nianyan's toast. Seeing that he drank all the juice in one breath, he had to bite the bullet and dry it all.

As soon as Jane Huan drinks, she puts on her face. As soon as she has a glass of wine, she feels her cheeks hot and her body temperature is getting higher and higher.

Grandma smiled and said, "today is the day to drink and eat."

Huo Mo Ting leaned back on the back of the chair and looked at Jian Huan's reddish face. The dense and black eyelashes fell two small fan like shadows on her face. Flashing, under the bridge of Xiuting's small nose, his lips were red, like rouge, some... Intoxicating.

Jane huangang wanted to hold a chopstick to press the wine, but the man opposite stood up. He took the wine bottle in his hand, poured himself a glass, leaned over and filled her empty glass. Then he raised his glass and looked at her deeply: "now it's my turn to respect teacher Jane."

The father and son were a teacher Jane. After drinking, Jane Huan couldn't turn around and stood up foolishly.

Huo Mo Ting looked at her eyes dizzy and drunk, and his eyes became more and more deep: "thank you for taking care of him these days in the capacity of nianyan's father."

Grandma touched Jian Huan's arm and said, "why is the child stupid? Do you want Xiao ting to hold the glass all the time?"

Jian Huan looked at Huo Mo Ting, who was tall and straight, especially the slightly upturned radian on his mouth. It was frightening in the light. She picked up the wine glass. Huo Mo Ting had touched the glass with her and drank it up first. She had to follow a glass of wine.

When she sat down, Jane Huan's head rose a little, but her consciousness was very clear. She heard Huo nianyan's voice of joy and joy.

"Miss Jane, I respect you again. I wish you... More and more beautiful!" the little guy ran to her with a cup.

I don't know when her glass is full of wine.

Listening to the sound of fireworks outside, Jane Huan was also infected with joy, "thank you." then she had another drink.