CEO's Forced Love

Back in the room, Huo moting put the flower box aside, pulled his tie, untied two buttons and sat down on the sofa.

At noon, I drank a little too much wine. With a cold, my head hurt a lot.

I wanted to have a cigarette to refresh myself. I went to the inner bag of my suit to get a cigarette. I found an unread text message in my mobile phone and opened it: "remember to take the cold medicine bought by Secretary Jing."

He leaned back on the sofa, his long legs narrowed the aisle between the sofa and the tea table, lit a cigarette, took a smoke, and looked at the mobile phone screen. Suddenly got up, took the gift box, found a vase in the bedroom, stored water, and took out the roses in the box.

At dusk, in front of the French window, the afterglow of the sunset came in. The man stood there, with cold facial features, white shirt and black trousers, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing his strong forearms, biting a cigarette at his mouth, slightly sideways, and patiently fiddling with the bunch of roses in the vase.

At present, Huo Mo Ting studies the angle of flower placement, squints and holds a cigarette in his mouth. If he doesn't have the same face, he can't connect this somewhat bad and ruffian man with the cold image like he was in the lobby just now.

I didn't put the flowers in a unique look for a long time. I called Jingxing and said, "how did you choose the flowers!"

"..." Jingxing felt very wronged. Each rose he chose was in bud.

Huo moting threw his mobile phone aside. The vase was placed on the bed cabinet. He unfastened his shirt buttons and entered the bathroom.

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When Huo moting came out of the elevator, Xu Zhenning was already drinking his fourth cup of coffee. His mouth was very bitter, but he still didn't want to leave.

Almost at a glance, she saw that Huo Mo Ting had just taken a bath.

When you put your heart on a man for nearly ten years, it's hard not to understand everything about him, including many small details of life.

Xu Zhenning looked at Huo moting who came over. His mood was extremely complex, complaining, grievance, and even jealousy.

Last night, she had learned something from her great aunt. For example, on the days of the Spring Festival, Huo moting brought a woman to the capital. What she thought was that on the night of her birthday, she endured the cold and stood outside the Qinyuan villa to tell him what was on his mind. As a result, he didn't reply at all.

Even a little pity was unwilling to give to her.

Xu Shuyuan died. She waited for him silently for six years. She thought he would accept himself one day——

*On the first day, she called him, but a woman answered it. That woman should be the one in the mouth of her uncle and mother.

Why... She worked so hard for so long, why did she finally make wedding clothes for others?

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Huo moting didn't find another place to "catch up with Xu Zhenning", sat down opposite her and asked for a cup of boiled water.

"At noon?" Xu Zhenning said first.

Huo Mo Ting looked up at her, made a faint "um" sound, drank half a glass of water, and then said, "come on, what's the matter?"

"I called you on the night of * Festival. A girl answered. Is that your girlfriend?"

Huo Mo Ting didn't like women's oblique temptation. He frowned at the moment, but her words surprised him secretly, but there was nothing on his face. He wanted to get up the next morning, Jian Huan's reaction and put down his water cup: "now that you know, ask me?"

Xu Zhenning's smile was stiff. He clenched the cup with his ten fingers. After all, he was unwilling and asked, "why?"

Huo Mo Ting poured water into his cup. With his slow movement, he saw that the people opposite were more and more restless.

"Brother in law, don't tell me you don't understand my mind!" Xu Zhenning couldn't care about being reserved any more. "Why don't I stay with my father and mother and live alone in Las Vegas these years? Don't you really know?"

The low voice that used to fascinate her now sounds so cold-blooded: "go back early."

With that, Huo Mo Ting got up to go, and his arm was grabbed: "do you dislike me as just the stepdaughter of the Xu family?"

Xu Zhenning approached him again and looked down: "Xu Shuyuan can do it for you, I can do it, or even more. My love for you is no less than her love for you, and my father has already regarded me as his own daughter these years..."

Huo Mo Ting looked at her with deep eyes. Xu Zhenning's cheeks were slightly red. She smelled the faint smell of tobacco on him, mixed with the exclusive smell of men. She summoned up her courage, raised her head and slowly approached him. His thin blade lips were close at hand——

The smell of a woman's fragrance came to her face. When she was about to meet him, Huo Mo Ting suddenly turned away.