CEO's Forced Love

"Oh, I see. Are you trying to find a young man without telling your father?"

"..." Jane Huan really didn't know who said these words to Nian Yan. She turned her head and looked at the man around her with judgmental eyes.

Huo moting was calm, but it seemed that she had spent his gentleman's belly with a villain's heart.

Huo nianyan took her hand and patted: "you're getting married. You can't hook three and four again, you know?"

Jian Huan: "

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Last time Jane Huan went shopping with Ye Zhiqiu, she bought the dress she was wearing today. When she got up in the morning, she got up in high spirits and tried it on in front of Huo moting.

Printed straight dress, waist closed and slim, European and American style, wrapping her Austrian convex body line.

Huo Mo Ting sat at the head of the bed, staring at her "beautiful clothes and sideburns", and finally said, "just have a meal and don't wear so tacky."

The end result is——

Huo moting got up and stood in front of the tea table drinking water with slippers. Jian Huan came out of the bathroom and threw his changed skirt on him.

He also angrily threw down a sentence: "then take the one who is not vulgar to dinner." then he turned and wanted to go.

Huo Mo Ting pulled her wrist: "who else can I take if you don't go?"

"Is this skirt vulgar?"

“……”

The skirt was chosen after she strolled with Zhiqiu for a long time. He denied it with vulgar words. Jian Huan was a little unhappy.

She wanted to get rid of his hand. Huo Mo Ting clenched his hand. His cold voice was a little low: "what did you lift with me early in the morning?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Huo Mo Ting frowned and looked at her with deep eyes. Jian Huan was uncomfortable by him: "let go, I'm going to have breakfast."

As soon as he closed his arm, she bumped into his chest and heard him say, "I think you are more and more presumptuous now."

"That's what you're used to..." Jian Huan didn't say it after all.

Finally, the two broke up unhappily, and even Jane Huan didn't let him send her to work.

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Instead of driving directly to the hotel, Huo moting took Jian Huan to a high-end club to do hair and choose skirts.

When washing her hair, Jane Huan thought, is it true that he is paying her for the morning in disguise?

When she came out wrapped in wet hair, Huo moting was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. Huo nianyan was lying on the tea table eating egg tart.

Huo moting should have taken him out to buy it just now.

Huo Mo Ting seemed to notice her gaze and looked up at her. Jian Huan immediately moved his eyes and sat on the chair.

The hairdresser is a young man, very talkative, and has been taking the initiative to talk to Jane Huan. Jane Huan is actually not interested. After two sentences, she takes out her mobile phone to play. Huo nianyan suddenly comes over and sits on the swivel chair next to Jane Huan, with his small hand supporting his chin and staring at the hairdresser without blinking, so that people don't talk to Jane Huan anymore.

Jane Huan just asked the hairdresser to blow dry her hair, and then went to choose the skirt to wear at night.

Huo nianyan shuttled back and forth in the hanger room full of clothes. He carried several skirts in his small hand and dragged the floor, but no one spoke to stop him.

Jane Huan glanced at the sofa. Huo moting was no longer there. The newspaper was spread out on the tea table.

Then she saw him bring a fluffy dress with red and white stitching and medium sleeves. "Go and try it." he handed it over.

Jane Huan actually preferred the dress she bought, but since she didn't bring it with her and Huo moting said it wasn't good-looking, she didn't insist anymore. She took the dress he chose into the fitting room and pulled the curtain. He took off his sweater and unbuttoned his jeans. As soon as he went to unzip, the curtain was torn open.

A short cry was suppressed at the bottom of her throat. When she saw the person coming in, "what are you doing in here?"

Huo Mo Ting has pulled up the curtain with his back hand. He didn't expect to see Jian Huan without a coat. Bai Xi's skin, plump snow milk are wrapped by a traceless bra, flat lower abdomen and slender waist. He was stunned at first, then came closer and whispered, "haven't changed yet?"

The narrow fitting room was crowded with two people, and it was difficult to turn around at once.

Jane Huan naturally found that he hung his eyes, looked at her chest all the time, took his skirt and covered it: "you go out, I'm going to get dressed."

"It's not that I haven't seen it. What's blocking?"

Jane Huan let him out, but he just didn't move. "How can I change my skirt like you?"

He said, "just change it." in a tough tone, there is no room for negotiation.