CEO's Forced Love

Next, Huo nianyan stayed in her seat. The Spring Festival Gala was broadcast on TV. Grandma's laughter and laughter lingered in the whole main house. Huo moting always talked little. Instead, he listened attentively to grandma's speech and said one sentence occasionally.

Jane Huan sat there in a trance, and the sound of firecrackers seemed to explode in her brain.

She was dizzy and thought a lot. For example, which room would Huo moting sleep in if he didn't leave tonight? Jian Qiuhua's family's room is empty all the year round and has long been covered with dust. If you clean it now, it will be too late and the quilt hasn't been dried. How can you cover it when it's damp

It's almost nine o'clock after a meal. It's getting more and more lively outside, and hundreds of houses are brightly lit.

The custom here in Liyang is to turn on all the lights at home on the evening of new year's Eve and stay up until early morning.

There are already children lying at the gate of the yard shouting Huo nianyan to set off fireworks together.

Huo nianyan immediately jumped off the stool and ran out happily. He didn't forget to ask Huo moting for a lighter. Jian Huan saw him rush out recklessly and step on the steps without paying attention. Jian Huan hurried to chase him out, but he didn't have time to hold him. "How? Did you hurt?"

Huo nianyan grinned. He wore thick clothes in winter. He picked up his lighter and shouted to set off fireworks.

The yard soon sounded the sound of fireworks, and the quiet night sky above immediately opened colorful flowers and fires.

When the night wind blew, Jian Huan's wine didn't fade. She found a small bench to sit by the flower bed and looked up at the gorgeous fireworks. A burst of sleepiness hit her. She stood up on the bench, but her legs were numb. An unstable one was about to fall, but her elbows were supported by a strong force.

"Be careful." his low voice brushed her ear, and his hand was around her waist.

Jane Huan bumped into a strong chest, and then she was taken into one of her arms. Her hands were on his arms, raised her head, and saw Huo Mo Ting's bright and dark face in the fireworks. His voice was almost close to her ear and said, "is it cold? Go back to the house to sleep?"

Alcohol can always make people fall into a dreamland of confusion and love.

Jian Huan looked at Huo Mo Ting sideways and saw the beauty tip on his forehead nearby. She remembered watching ancient costume dramas when she was a child. The wigs worn by those romantic / handsome male protagonists all had beauty tips, which made her have a special favor for the handsome men with beauty tips in a certain psychology.

At ordinary times, she looked more with an appreciative attitude, but now she couldn't restrain the palpitation of her heart and stretched out her hand to touch it.

Jian Huan reached out and stroked Huo Mo Ting's face. Her fingertips fell from the beauty's tip and touched his eyebrows and corners of his eyes. Her palm was close to his thin cheek. She couldn't help sighing: "sure enough, people are always happy with beautiful things and yearn to take them for themselves."

Huo Mo Ting looked down at her red face, grabbed her hand and held it in the palm. He caught the wonder and love in her eyes.

He pinched the back of her soft hand, leaned close to her ear, pressed his voice and asked her, "do you like staring at me so much?"

Jane Huan was held by him. He bowed his head, surrounded by the smell of tobacco and aftershave, and the smell of rum. She put her head on his shoulder, the fabric of cashmere coat rubbed the hair on her temples, and made a slight rustle with his low voice.

A loud explosion came. It seemed that Jian Huan was suddenly awakened and the whole person was stiff.

Huo Mo Ting's hand stroked along her back, "scared you? Shall I take you to a quiet place?"

His voice was caring and his movements were gentle. Jian Huan gradually put down his vigilance, smelled the smell of him, closed his eyes, shook his head, and murmured vaguely: "I have to help grandma clean up... I have to watch and read... I have to keep my age... I have to..."

Then she began to push him away. She didn't push him for several times. Instead, his hand on her waist tightened.

Jane Huan was forced to close to him, frowned and asked, "what are you doing?"

When another cluster of fireworks bloomed in the air, Huo Mo Ting suddenly lowered his head, held her waist tightly, and his four lips pressed tightly together. When the explosion sounded, his tongue had been put into her mouth, and foreign objects invaded. Jian Huan subconsciously touched it with his tongue, but he was just entangled by him to suck / suck.

The hot temperature filled the whole mouth and spread along her meridians. The hot temperature seemed to burn her to ashes.