CEO's Forced Love

Staring at the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Huo nianyan was a little afraid to start with a spoon. Huo Mo Ting's voice sounded overhead: "why don't you eat?"

Huo nianyan looked up, twisted his small eyebrows, looked up and down at Huo Mo Ting, and finally asked, "Dad, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Huo Mo Ting's face sank and his words returned to their previous severity: "go out if you don't want to eat. What are you talking about?"

Huo nianyan shrunk his neck. He didn't know what to mutter. He bowed his head and began to drink porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Halfway through the drink, he remembered something and asked the man sitting there watching TV, "Dad, where did little Jane go with grandma?"

"Vegetable market." Huo moting's answer was quite perfunctory. He went out of the main house and turned into Jian Huan's room.

Last night, his pajamas were still on the bed. Huo moting stood by the bed for a while, then took his pajamas and turned out.

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Jane Huan didn't sleep much all night. She was dizzy when she shuttled around the market with her grandmother.

Seeing more and more things in the old man's hands, Jane Huan couldn't help but stop her grandmother from buying again: "no more trunk."

Moreover, in Jian Huan's subconscious mind, she felt that Huo moting should not look at these local specialties.

Finally, the old man bought a big bag of spring bamboo shoots and grass eggs.

Carrying large and small bags back, far away, Jian Huan saw Huo nianyan playing with other children at the door with a piece of sugarcane.

As soon as the little guy saw her, he ran over and grabbed the bag in her hand: "little Jane, I'll help you carry some."

Jane Huan handed him a small bag of strawberries and asked him if he had breakfast.

"Yes." the little guy had a strong resentment in his tone. "I didn't see you in the morning. I thought you ran away again!"

Jane Huan rubbed his curly hair with her free hand, "read, it's time for you to have your hair cut."

Jane Huan always thought Huo nianyan was born with curly hair. Last night Huo moting told him that when he was three years old, the little guy didn't know what TV series he had watched. One day, he secretly ran out with "meat balls" and came back with an explosive head. He said it was the most popular hairstyle for children nowadays.

Huo moting disagrees, but Jian Huan doesn't agree with children's perm. Huo nianyan is in the development stage, which is easy to destroy the internal structure of hair.

"Oh, I'll get it in a few days," said the fat little meat hand, touching a curly hair.

Jane Huan shook his little hand: "then I'll go with you." he can't have his hair permed anymore.

Huo nianyan didn't know what Jianhuan was thinking. He immediately agreed happily and showed off that he knew the best hairdresser in Las Vegas.

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Just as the three men came to the door, Huo Mo Ting happened to come out from inside, "back?"

Standing under the slightly old corner of the wall, he looked clear and bright.

Jane Huan thought of what happened last night. The palm of her right hand was hot for a while. She was uncomfortable not to open her eyes, and her cheek was slightly hot.

Huo Mo Ting had come to her side. When he took over the big bag of things in her hand, he pinched her little finger without trace.

Jane Huan's face suddenly turned red. He had let go of her hand, looked calm and turned back to the yard with something.

Grandma noticed her abnormality and looked at her with a smile. "Have you packed your luggage? Don't go on the road. Suddenly she found something missing."

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When she left, Jane Huan found that she had only been in Liyang for a few days and didn't accompany her grandmother well. She felt sorry for the old man.

Grandma smiled and urged them on the road, "later, it will be dark in Fengcheng."

Huo nianyan climbed into the back seat of the car with a bag of grass eggs like a baby after a reluctant farewell to his grandmother.

After Jane Huan got on the bus, grandma shouted to Huo moting: "Xiao Ting, come here for a minute. I have something to tell you."

Through the window, looking at the two people standing talking, Jane Huan's nose was sour, and the back of her hand was suddenly covered with a warm damp heat.

She looked back and turned her head. Huo nianyan's little meat hand held her: "little Jane, if you miss grandma, let's come back or pick her up."

Jane Huan took his little hand and held him in her arms.

The little guy was a little confused, but he patted her on the back gently and coaxed her with a childish voice: "I'll make you a cake back to Fengcheng."