CEO's Forced Love

When she said this, Su Manrong just came with Huo Yiwei. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Huo moting holding Jane Huan without avoiding.

Mrs. Huo opened her eyes and closed her eyes. The laughter she didn't know was melting. Su Manrong was mixed with feelings. There was nothing she could do because of this situation.

Huo Yiwei stared at Jane Huan and muttered angrily, "shameless!" just after that, Su Manrong glanced and immediately shut her mouth.

"Weiwei, even if you can't treat Jane Huan like a close sister, you can't say she!"

Huo Yiwei pursed her mouth disdainfully, went into the living room, put on a smile, sat down next to Mrs. Huo and shouted to several elders in the living room.

Mrs. Huo said, "Yiwei is getting married. We can't refuse to be old!"

"Grandma, don't tease me!" Huo Yiwei showed a shy expression. Her eyes turned and fell on Huo Mo ting and Jian Huan: "uncle, is this going to find me an aunt?" her tone and eyes were like seeing Jian Huan for the first time.

Su Manrong whispered, "Weiwei, have you forgotten what I told you?"

Huo moting took a sip of tea and said, "if you're in a hurry to call your little aunt, shout first. The red envelope will be filled by my uncle next time."

"..." Huo Yiwei didn't even want to cry, so how could she call aunt Jianhuan?

Jian Huan's hand rested on the back of Huo Mo Ting's hand holding her shoulder. He suddenly tightened a little, as if in response to her, although he didn't look at her.

Yan Jingshen came in with his coat. Huo Yiwei had gone and held him: "how did you bring it?"

"Just went to answer the phone." Yan Jingshen put his coat on her shoulder and took care of her.

Jane Huan's shoulder suddenly became heavy. She took back her eyes. Huo Mo Ting pinched her shoulder hard, and she almost cried out in pain.

He drank tea slowly, and his face was normal.

She couldn't help whispering, "why pinch me for no reason?" some dissatisfied complaints.

"I couldn't control my strength for a moment." Huo moting's explanation was understated. Jane Huan didn't believe it. He looked at her sideways: "let you pinch it back."

Jian Huan was sure that he was definitely intentional. His unyielding voice suddenly sounded in the living room, especially his solemn tone. When others looked at it curiously, Jian Huan's face was as hot as fire. Yan Jingshen also looked at the two people sitting hugging each other and kept his eyes secret.

Huo Lanming suddenly suggested, "sister-in-law, don't you have an automatic mahjong table at home? I have some itching hands. Let's play a few rounds!"

Huo Lanming and Mrs. Huo Da are really in a good mood in this room.

Finally, Jian Huan is also pulled to the mahjong table. Jiang Yingmei likes playing mahjong. Jian Huan follows her and will be influenced by her.

Mrs. Huo is in a lack of interest today. Su Manrong was the last one on the table. Huo Yiwei, who can't play mahjong, scrambled to play. She also chose to be Jane Huan's home. When she received Huo Yiwei's provocative eyes, Jane Huan probably guessed her mind, but laughed it off.

Huo Yiwei felt that Jane Huan's smile was full of contempt and was very angry. She deliberately shouted, "how big we play!"

Huo Lanming agreed, and Mrs. Huo had no problem. Huoyiwei turned to Yan Jingshen and said, "if I lose much, you can pay for me."

Yan Jingshen responded with a faint smile, but the corners of his eyes inadvertently glanced at Jian Huan.

Huo Yiwei played very well. Jane Huan frowned. She used to know that those rich ladies played mahjong very well and could lose millions in a bad night. She didn't want to lose money with Huo Yiwei because of her good face. She knew herself well and considered whether to get up and give way. A man's wallet was put in her hand.

Huo Mo Ting had put down his tea cup and stood behind her. He put one hand on her chair and pressed her shoulder. His tall and straight body shrouded her: "just play as you want. Just have fun." his low voice was like a reassurance and let her sit back in the chair.

The two elders are excellent old foxes. They know that if they lose too much, Huo Yiwei and Jian Huan, the younger generation, will definitely give them back the money.

After a few games, Jian Huan won a lot of money. Huo Yiwei lost, sweating on her forehead, and Su Manrong pulled her down from the mahjong table.

Yan Jingshen sat at Jian Huan's house. Among these people present, only he knew that Jian Huan played mahjong very well. At the age of eight, he dared to go to the mahjong table for Su Manrong. Her hands were white and soft. When taking cards, they would shake into his sight. He even smelled a faint fragrance of hand cream.

Jane Huan basically won after Yan Jingshen served the table. She felt that he deliberately didn't eat cards for himself, just like he spent energy with her.