CEO's Forced Love

When it comes to Jian Huan, even in the cold winter, Huo nianyan feels like spring flowers bloom.

"Can't you see that little Jane likes me too? I'm afraid that confessing now will scare her, so I'm going to wait a little longer."

Looking at his son's amorous appearance, Huo Mo Ting hissed and ate for himself.

"Dad, what do you mean by that sneer?"

Huo nianyan straightened his back: "even if you are my father, I don't allow you to despise my love with Jane so much!"

"Love?" Huo Mo Ting snorted coldly, "she can be your mother."

Huo nianyan not only didn't get angry, but shook his feet with a smile and didn't worry: "although I have a certain age gap with little Jane, I believe it's not a problem, and how can she see an old man like you..."

At this time, Aunt Li came out with a plate dressed with two small chicken legs: "young master, your chicken legs are coming!"

However, before it was delivered to Huo nianyan, who was waiting for Baba, Huo moting's cold voice sounded: "what fried food to eat early in the morning, take it down, and you don't have to prepare such greasy things for breakfast in the future."

"Ah?" Aunt Li didn't understand for a moment. Didn't she eat like this before?

Knowing that his favorite chicken leg would disappear on the table from now on, Huo nianyan's grumpy temper deliberately restrained in front of Jian Huan was exposed again, and he threw his knives and forks to the ground, "why don't you let me eat!"

"Pick it up." three cold words spit out from Huo Mo Ting's thin lips.

Huo nianyan not only didn't pick it up, but also picked up the cup and threw it directly on the ground. The glass broke and splashed milk on the ground. He was stubborn and said to Huo Mo Ting's cold eyes, "don't worry!"

Huo Mo Ting's calm face, thin lips tight, and the strong cold atmosphere from his body make the atmosphere in the restaurant worse and worse.

"Three little......" seeing that the two father and son were going to make trouble again, Aunt Li wanted to persuade him, but she found that she had no chance to interrupt, so she had to worry.

"Pick it up and don't let me say it a third time."

Huo nianyan stretched his small mouth, but he was not soft.

When Aunt Li thought the situation was going to deteriorate, Huo moting opened carelessly: "you have such a big temper at home, does your little Jane know?"

Huo nianyan deliberately flattered and behaved in front of Jane Huan, which Aunt Li also saw when she first met Jane Huan last night.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard Jane Huan's name, Huo nianyan, who was still in a state of rage, immediately quieted down.

Without another word, Huo Mo Ting slid down the chair, picked up the knife and fork, and ran to the kitchen to bring a rag.

Aunt Li hurried forward and grabbed the rag: "young master, the glass will pierce you. Aunt Li will come“

"Let him wipe it by himself." Huo moting stopped Aunt Li's help.

Huo nianyan didn't ask for help, so he squatted there, carefully wiped the floor and threw the broken glass into the kitchen trash can. When he came out, Huo Mo Ting was taking his suit and coat to work.

"Dad..." Huo nianyan shouted hesitantly.

Huo Mo Ting turned his head and saw his son wriggling, so he knew he had something to say, "what's up?"

Observing his father's face, Huo nianyan rubbed the corners of his clothes with both hands: "Dad, I found that playing the violin can improve my overall quality, so would it be better to replace the painting class with the violin class?"

Huo Mo Ting stared at him coolly.

Huo nianyan's eyes dodged from side to side, a little nervous, for fear that his careful thinking would be seen through.

But in fact, Huo Mo Ting agreed to him. He didn't say a word of superfluous nonsense and was unexpectedly Frank.

Huo nianyan thought that Huo moting was in a good mood, so he pushed forward a little: "Dad, can you lend me that thin red tie in your fitting room on Saturday?"

This time, Huo Mo Ting only left him a tall and slender figure.

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"I said you've been brushing your teeth for an hour. Aren't you afraid to brush your gums and bleed?"

Xie Zhiqiu leaned against the bathroom door and looked helplessly at the woman with mouthful of toothpaste.

Jane Huan vomit a bubble, and was really told by Xie Zhiqiu's crow mouth, mixed with blood, and she rinsed her mouth with water. Xie Zhiqiu felt her chin and looked at her with interest. "There is only one premise for such a brushing tooth, is it so strong that it is kissed?"

Jane Huan rolled her eyes and dared to say... If it weren't for her, would she encounter something later?

"Is it the man with children who came back home?" Ye Zhiqiu bumped Jian Huan's shoulder and looked ambiguous.

Jane Huan pushed her out.

"Oh, still blushing? Don't you dry clean his suit and hang it in the wardrobe like a baby?"

The proud expression seemed to say: little sample, just your Taoist skills, do you still want to hide it from me?

A sudden phone call interrupted them.

"I'll pick it up." while Jane Huan sat down on the sofa, she picked up the landline phone: "Hello, who?"

"Excuse me, is this miss Jian Huan? This is Liyang first people's hospital."

Jian Huan's heart beat violently. Holding the phone tightly, she heard the professional voice of a doctor: "Ms. Zhou Aihua has a heart attack and is being rescued. Please come to the hospital."