CEO's Forced Love

But her hands still pushed him gently. Huo Mo Ting noticed her unwillingness, raised his head and stared at her with deep eyes: "don't want to do it?"

Jane Huan looked at the outline of his face. The lines were smooth and three-dimensional under the soft light. She pulled back some drifting thoughts and shook her head: "nothing."

The flexible lips fell on her face again, a little down, and her sweater was lifted by him.

Jane Huan uttered a soft chant, but her line of sight looking at the ceiling was particularly clear. Suddenly, she seemed to be awakened and pulled her hands on the sofa under the tight fitting, and her whole body was stiff.

Huo Mo Ting found her strange, put his hands on her sides and straightened up, "what's the matter?"

Jane Huan looked into his eyes and felt a palpitation at the bottom of her heart. Holding his face, she actively raised her head and kissed his thin lips, "how about wearing a condom?"

Huo Mo Ting looked at her for a few seconds, then responded to her kiss and replied carelessly: "there is no one at home."

"... I just bought it."

"Wash and go to bed." he picked up his bathrobe on the ground and put it on his body. He casually took the cigarette box and lighter on the tea table.

Jane Huan sat up and looked at the bright spark of the cigarette between his fingers. A faint smell of tobacco smoke filled the air. She also took her sweater and pants, trimmed her messy hair, and then went back to the bedroom with her slippers.

Before long, there was the sound of closing the bedroom door and the sound of walking with slippers from far to near.

Huo Mo Ting looked up. Jian Huan had sat down next to him with a box of Okamoto in his hand.

Jane Huan removed a cover, and two bright eyes on her face made her cheeks hot, but she continued shamelessly.

It took a lot of effort to put it on for him. The people were spinning around and had been pressed by him.

The head rope tied with horsetail was taken off by him. In an instant, a long hair scattered on the edge of the sofa and gently swept the floor

After that, he pinched her hip and said, "don't cry with me if you're distracted next time."

Jane Huan's fingers passed through his black and hard hair. She was absent-minded. Then he grabbed her fingers and sent them to the two thin lips. She kissed them carefully with love. She was ticklish, curled up and couldn't help laughing: "don't kiss there..."

He not only didn't stop, but kissed more carefully. Huo Mo Ting supported his upper body. His breath was impatient but gentle: "do it again."

Jane Huan circled his shoulder. "Take it easy and don't wake the child."

"Now I think of children?" his narrow black eyes are curved, and the fine lines in the corners of his eyes have the charm and sexy of a mature man.

Jane Huan's fingers touched his temples, suddenly gave a meal, and then looked at him: "you have white hair."

White hair represents age in a sense, especially when talking about a man's age when doing / love, just like questioning his ability in some aspect.

As if she didn't notice the change of his mood, Jane Huan moved her finger gently, and a short hair was inserted between the two.

White hair, more like silver hair.

Once some topics are mentioned, they are difficult to ignore.

Huo Mo Ting looked at the woman with bright eyes and bright teeth. Her skin was delicate and could not find any fine lines. Her natural baby face made her look very like those girls who had just left the middle school campus. Who would believe that she was the mother of a nearly six-year-old child?

There is a gap of ten years between them. To be exact, it is ten years and five months.

Huo Mo Ting bent down and tightened her waist, a bit gnashing his teeth: "you can still meet you when you are 60."

Jane Huan was flushed by his words: "obscene!"

But then I couldn't help thinking, is he still hard at the age of 70?

When she finished, it was almost more than one o'clock in the morning. Huo Mo Ting took her to take a bath.

There are many men's and women's clothes hanging in the wardrobe that haven't taken off the tag, all of which are leisure home clothes.

Wearing his pajamas, Huo nianyan returned to the bedroom. Huo nianyan lay askew on the bed, slightly opening his small mouth and snoring. Jian Huan put him flat on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and then lay on his left. After a while, Huo moting washed and came in. What he saw was the scene of mother and son embracing and sleeping.

Huo Mo Ting stood by the bed for a while before he opened the quilt *, and took the mother and son into his arms at the same time, although it was a little crowded.

For a long time, Jane Huan opened her eyes, looked sideways at the man who had fallen asleep, took away the back of his hand and whispered *.