CEO's Forced Love

Yan's mother was embarrassed when she heard this. She looked at Jian Huan with cold eyes in front of her. She was no longer squatting next to her, knocking her legs on her back and comforting her with a soft voice. In other words, Jian Huan just erected a heart wall for her. On this thought, Yan's mother was complicated.

Jian Huan saw that Yan's mother didn't get out of the way. She probably guessed Yan's mother's idea and said, "what you're worried about won't happen."

When Yan's mother heard her say this, she was even more worried. She remembered Yan Jingshen's question to herself yesterday. When her son was so old and talked to her like that, with such sad and disappointed eyes and reproachful tone, she tossed and turned at night. The only person who would complain to her son was Jian Huan.

If Jane Huan is really unwilling... How can she allow accidents on such an important day today?

Yan's mother pinched her hands and said to Jian Huan, "how's a person living outside recently?"

Jane Huan gave a faint hum and said, "if there's nothing else, please excuse me."

"Huanhuan, if you encounter any difficulties in life, you can come to me." Yan's mother suddenly said, let Jane Huan look at her. Yan's mother simply didn't turn with Jane Huan: "today Jingshen is engaged to Yiwei. You should know that Yiwei is the granddaughter of this family."

Before Jane Huan could speak, Yan's mother continued, "Huanhuan, you've always been a good girl who understands things. I believe you'll find your own happiness."

... so stop pestering my depth of field.

Jian Huan heard the implication of Jiang Yingmei's words. Some couldn't believe it and some were stuffy. She was cold at the moment: "what I just said was very clear."

"One more thing, maybe you don't know, I already have a boyfriend." Jane Huan was so angry that she stopped using honorifics.

Yan's mother was stunned. Unexpectedly, Jian Huan would speak more frankly than her, and the word "boyfriend" poked her nerve.

People are always like this. When others covet your treasures, you will be careful. When others suddenly tell you that she also has treasures, so you will not feel relieved, lost, or even uncomfortable.

Now Jiang Yingmei is in this mood when he hears Jian Huan's "Pipa hug".

She smiled awkwardly, "really?"

Yan's mother contacted Jian Huan's foreword. Then she remembered that there was a 40-50-year-old man in the house. He looked like a dwarf white gourd. He was ugly and couldn't get a good daughter-in-law. However, she recently found a young girl.

Think of Jane Huan's roommate who likes to circle like butterflies among old men... Most of them were introduced to Jane Huan by her.

Yan's mother looked at Jian Huan, her eyes changed, but she said something against her heart: "that's good... Good..."

"Why don't you come in?" a man's low and magnetic voice sounded behind Yan's mother. Looking back, he saw Huo Mo Ting coming.

Huo Mo Ting went to Jian Huan, took out his right hand from his trouser pocket and put it on Jian Huan, and then nodded to Yan's mother calmly.

Yan's mother looked at the two people standing side by side and couldn't recover from her amazement. Her eyes finally fixed on the big hand with clear bones on Jian Huan's shoulder. She spoke a little unwisely: "you... You?" that was a tone of doubt. She might be too reluctant to believe that the boyfriend in Jian Huan's mouth was Huo moting.

Jian Huan took the initiative to explain: "this is my boyfriend, Huo moting. You should have seen him?"

"We went first." Huo Mo Ting's expression was consistent, but his tone was polite. Yan's mother quickly nodded: "OK."

A good word, only Jiang Yingmei knows how bitter it is when it is wrapped around the tip of the tongue

Looking at the two people who went with each other, Yan's mother was stunned and sprained her foot when she stepped down the steps. Fortunately, a passing servant helped her: "be careful!"

"Nothing... Nothing." Yan's mother waved her hand and stood firm, but her tumbling mood could not be calm for a long time.

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Outside the door is Huo moting holding Jian Huan. When she enters the house, Jian Huan subconsciously holds Huo moting's arm. How do you think a little bird depends on others.

At noon, it was the home of the Huo family, so there were not many people from the man's side. Jian Huan didn't see a familiar face from entering the house.

Huo nianyan didn't know where he came out. He held two arrowheads in his small hand. He looked at Jian Huan angrily: "slower than the tortoise!"

They didn't come too late, and they didn't have too many guests.

But because of Huo nianyan's crisp childlike voice, the guests who had been sitting or standing looked at the door one after another, and many looked surprised.