CEO's Forced Love

"Tonight, I'll bring the specialty to my parents. Are you awake?"

The old lady of the Huo family said that Huo moting's son was sleeping at home, but Yan Jingshen didn't seem to be the case from the words and phrases he heard on the phone. Huoyiwei once told him about the Huo family, including Huo moting, who has always been single and doesn't marry with a child.

In such a deliberately gentle tone, it is obvious that this call is not for the nanny at home, so there is only one possibility——

Huo moting has a woman outside, and his son is with that woman now.

Yan Jingshen couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth. Huo Mo Ting was relieved and dared to give himself and his dead wife's son to the outside * to take.

Maybe he was curious about the woman. Yan Jingshen's attention was on Huo moting's phone for a moment, and Huo moting's low and slow voice: "the child can't be too spoiled... Just give him something to eat... Call me if you have something, and I'll come to you tomorrow."

Yan Jingshen turned to look at the past. Huo moting had hung up the phone and happened to see it. The two looked at each other unexpectedly.

"It's too tight." Huo Mo Ting pulled the corners of his lips and said without beginning or ending. The expression on his face was a little helpless.

Yan Jingshen was stunned. He understood his words and followed his words with a light smile: "then she may be too concerned about three less."

Huo Mo Ting nodded approvingly, and then stared at him seriously: "as for those who don't care, they won't think of them again."

Yan Jingshen frowned slightly and didn't answer.

Huo moting looked at Yan Jingshen like a fighting Rooster and solemnly put away his mobile phone: "then I'll go first."

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Jian Huan looked at the black screen of the mobile phone and was confused by Huo moting's words just now.

Ye Zhiqiu came out of the kitchen with a bucket of instant noodles. "Who called you?"

Jane Huan ignored her, went back to the bedroom to see Huo nianyan, and put his little arm back into the quilt.

"I can guess if you don't say it," said Ye Zhiqiu, leaning against the door and pointing to Huo nianyan sleeping on the bed. "It's not his father."

"It's hopeless." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and asked, "does the little boy know you're his biological mother?"

Jane Huan made a "Shh" to her, then pulled Ye Zhiqiu out and closed the bedroom door.

With regard to Jian Huan's carefully tucked in reaction, ye Zhiqiu knew that the little child must not know the truth. No wonder, how should a five-year-old child understand the fact that "he is not the crystallization of love, but the product of surrogacy"? Moreover, in the mainland, surrogacy is illegal and not accepted by the secular world.

What seems to be a truth that can be said casually, but there is a complex network of relationships behind it.

"This is not the right time. I don't want to hurt nianyan by the truth that Mao rashly told. If that's the case, I'd rather never say it."

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and looked at Jane Huan's beautiful side face. "What about his father? What does he think?"

Huo moting? Jane Huan's eyes flashed. In front of her was the picture of him kissing her at the door of the apartment: "he..."

"Little Jane." Huo nianyan rubbed his eyes and stood at the door of the bedroom, shouting her name, wearing only warm clothes.

Jane Huan immediately ran over and hugged him in her arms: "how did you get up?"

Huo nianyan put his arms around her neck and put his face on her cheek. "I'm a little hungry. I didn't see you when I woke up."

The little guy's voice is a little wronged.

Jian Huan instructed Ye Zhiqiu to take Huo nianyan's coat while holding him on the sofa, "what do you want to eat?"

Huo nianyan looked around and felt a little lost: "where's dad?"

"He'll go back to your grandmother's house tonight and come tomorrow." Jane Huan rubbed his little head. "Sit down first and I'll cook dinner for you."

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Ye Zhiqiu bought a lot of ingredients and stuffed them in the refrigerator. Jian Huan gave Huo nianyan a bowl of crisp fish noodles.

Huo nianyan ate with relish at first, but after eating most of it, the chopsticks stopped moving, and his cheeks were stuffed with his face, but he couldn't swallow it.

"What's the matter? Does it taste bad?" now as long as Huo nianyan frowns, Jane Huan can be nervous for a long time.

Huo nianyan looked up and looked at her with dark eyes. He was sad: "little Jane, I can't live without you."