CEO's Forced Love

"But I really didn't do anything." Huo nianyan looked up and felt wronged.

Jane Huan took back the water cup. Huo nianyan smashed his mouth: "I haven't finished yet."

"If you don't change your mistakes, confiscate the cup and go back to do your homework."

“……”

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Huo moting came back in the evening. Jian Huan looked at him as if he was very free. He couldn't resist curiosity and asked, "are you not busy at work?"

She heard more than one person say that he was busy on weekdays and was often away from home.

Huo moting ignored her and said, "change your shoes and go out to dinner."

Dinner was eaten in a restaurant next to the hotel. Huo nianyan has always been attracted by the music on the international square next to him. As soon as he returned to the hotel and entered the room, he turned on the TV and stereo, took the microphone he didn't know where to find, and shouted to sing.

Huo nianyan is a child who sings out of tune, but he doesn't know. He howls in high spirits from "the red star shines" to "I have a little donkey at home". Huo moting gets up several times to turn off the stereo. He is pulled by Jian Huan. The latter looks at him disapprovingly.

Huo Mo Ting turned his head and looked at Jian Huan, frowning. Obviously, he didn't agree with her connivance.

As soon as Huo nianyan finished singing, Jianhuan applauded the venue. The little guy put down the microphone and was a little embarrassed. Jianhuan brought the water to him.

"Thank you." the little guy blushed.

Maybe the real singer was tired. Huo nianyan drank up a glass of water and offered to take a bath and get ready for bed.

Jane Huan put the bath water for her son and came out. The room was still playing cheerful children's songs. Huo moting was still sitting there smoking. She couldn't see the expression on his face through the smoke. She went over, opened a small window to dredge the air and was ready to turn off the TV and stereo. Huo moting suddenly picked up the microphone and handed it to her.

The meaning is self-evident.

“……”

The last time Jane Huan Sang was in high school. Her cheeks were red, she held the microphone and said angrily, "I can't sing."

Just now, when Huo nianyan sang, Huo moting reacted. She thought he didn't like listening to people sing.

"I really can't sing," said Jane Huan.

"How did you get on stage to participate in the top ten singer competition in middle school?" Huo moting suddenly exposed her lie.

"... I was forced at that time." Jane Huan paused and looked at him: "how do you know I was one of the top ten singers?"

Huo moting didn't say anything. He just picked up the remote control and switched the song to a love song sung by men and women.

It's familiar to Jian Huan. I heard it in Zheng Qi's car a few days ago.

When the music sounded, Jane Huan glanced at the unhappy man on the sofa. Reluctantly, she turned on the microphone and hardened her head to sing.

"There are no ups and downs of emotion, because you, after appearing, cut the calm and shocked my closed heart..."

Jian Huan's voice is very soft and clean. She has shown extraordinary talent in music since she was a child. Some songs are even better than the original singing. But at the moment, in front of Huo moting, or under the gaze of his eyes, it is obvious that some are not in a state and sing out of tune for several notes.

"Let me love you without myself... Even if there is little left in life." Jane Huan felt that she couldn't sing any more.

*The sad melody lingered in the room.

Huo Mo Ting kept staring at her. Her eyes were so deep that she couldn't see the content clearly. Her cheeks turned red and sang half a song. The man who was sitting suddenly got up, twisted out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, grabbed the microphone, threw it on the tea table and grabbed her.

Huo nianyan's childlike voice came from the bathroom: "little Jane? Is it convenient for me to get a towel?"

"Hello!" Jane Huan pressed her voice and struggled to get off Huo Mo ting.

But he hugged her tightly and somehow opened the door of the room. Jane was anxious: "what are you doing?"

"Sleep with you."

“……”

Jian Huan thought Huo moting had planned this for a long time. Otherwise, how could he open another room nearby?!

Huo's voice, with a bubble from the restroom and his bare feet, looked around the circle: "Daddy? Daddy? Little Jane?

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After being tossed by Huo moting, Jian Huan returns to the original room. Huo nianyan has fallen asleep, but before going to bed, she steals a packet of potato chips.

Sitting by the bed and watching the child's innocent sleeping face, Jane Huan thought of her grandmother. For some reason, she missed the old man very much.

"Tomorrow morning, I want to see grandma." before falling asleep, Jane Huan suddenly said.