CEO's Forced Love

Huo Mo Ting suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her. He pulled her between the wall and himself, stared at her with deep eyes, turned his back and closed the door.

"Pa Da!" Jane Huan heard the sound of locking and was wary: "what do you want to do?"

Huo Mo Ting bowed his head. The breath he had just deliberately suppressed became very hot and fell on her forehead. "What do you say I want to do?"

"..." Jian Huan felt that things should not be like this. It was obviously she who was there——

He didn't want to, but now she doesn't want to.

Jane Huan stretched out her hand and pushed him: "aren't you tired? Take a bath."

Huo Mo Ting was motionless and stood in front of her like a mountain. His eyes lingered on her nightdress: "when did you buy it?"

His hand had touched her leg from bottom to top and from outside to inside. The lines in the man's palm were slightly rough, and the thin cocoon on his finger abdomen made her tremble. Jian Huan felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger, and her scalp was numb. He forcibly broke off his hand and looked up to his slightly narrowed eyes.

When Jian Huan's eyes turned, Huo Mo Ting suddenly lowered his head, sealed her slightly opened lips, and a warm kiss came all over the world.

Between lips and teeth, Jane Huan asked: "... Is the place where you go to play at night beautiful?"

Huo Mo Ting stopped and looked at her, unable to understand her emotional eyes.

Then she heard the sound of the metal buckle of the belt loosening.

Huo Mo Ting grabbed her right hand, opened the zipper of his trousers, and leaned in. Jian Huan's pupils suddenly shrunk and her heart beat completely disordered,

In his ear was his deep and bad ruffian voice: "I thought you were tired today. What you wanted... Now I regret it. It's too late."

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The light in the bathroom was weak. After that, Jane Huan looked like she was fished out of the water.

The man behind him kissed her shoulder blades. Then he picked her up and stepped into the bathtub to wash each other's sweaty bodies.

Jane Huan is too tired to lift a finger. In fact, she doesn't understand that it is he who makes the force in the process. Why is she tired at last?

I don't know where Huo moting found a rubber band and pulled up her long hair. It was clumsy, but very gentle for fear of hurting her scalp.

Jian Huan let him bathe himself, squinting and drowsy. Through the rest of his eyes, he saw his angular side face and dark wet hair hanging down. He didn't look like a man in his thirties, but more like a big boy who had just left the University.

She couldn't help leaning over, wrapped her hands around his neck, kissed his thin lips, with an unconscious infatuation.

Huo Mo Ting also does not evade, allow her to have a little bit to kiss oneself, take the Peng's head to wash away the foam on her body: "don't move."

"Will you have dinner with President Liang and them tomorrow?"

"...." Huo Mo Ting glanced at her and gave a low hum, and the warm water from his hair fell on her.

Jian Huan: "is Xu Zhenning still going?"

"... No."

"Then don't go either."

The water in the pengtou suddenly disappeared. Jane Huan looked up and looked up at his deep and bottomless eyes. She realized that her request was a little unreasonable. Jane Huan just wanted to say that she was sleepy, but she heard him respond gently: "OK."

In the emotional world, the most rare thing is the connection of feelings

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The next morning, instead of being sent by Huo moting, Jian Huan took Huo nianyan and took a taxi to the hotel where the event was held.

Huo nianyan's dark eyes glanced at Jian Huan from time to time after he woke up in the morning. The reason is that when he got up to brush his teeth, he found that his carefully selected nightdress was actually thrown in the trash can next to the toilet! What's more, it broke several places!

He asked Huo moting. Huo moting said carelessly, "quality problem. Your teacher Jane broke it last night."

"Is there anything on my face?" Jane Huan touched her face.

Huo nianyan pursed his small mouth and looked at her bitterly: "you said you were wearing a good nightdress."

"..." Jane Huan heard him mention the nightdress. It's hard to say. That nightdress was torn by your wolf haired father last night.

Seeing her like this, Huo nianyan hates iron and steel: "I really can't help you. You can do it yourself."

With that, he leaned back on his seat, put his hands around his chest, and decided not to pay attention to the non teachable student.

Last night, Jane Huan's forehead was hot. Now she woke up and found something wrong. How can a nearly six-year-old child understand so much?

"Come on, who taught you these things?"