CEO's Forced Love

Looking at a pair of golden girls sitting in front of the bed, grandma smiled and bent her eyebrows.

After a while, the old man remembered something and said to Jian Huan, "I want to have porridge. Go downstairs and buy me some."

"OK," Jian Huan subconsciously looked at Huo Mo Ting when she got up.

"Let depth of field chat with me here. A man of your age can't buy anything and let him run errands?"

Jane Huan was really worried. She let them stay alone and lingered by the hospital bed.

"There is Yonghe soybean milk on the left side of the hospital." Huo Mo Ting's black eyes looked at her.

Jane huangang understood what he meant. He had handed over his black wallet: "buy some daily necessities by the way."

His tone is very natural. Naturally, even Jian Huan mistakenly thinks that they are really an old husband and wife who live in harmony and have a tacit understanding.

The expression on Huo Mo tingjun's face was not polite. It seemed that he was very relieved and handed over his wealth to her, and his deep eyes made her believe him for no reason. Jian Huan turned and took his wallet and mobile phone from the sofa.

"I have change. Just chat with grandma for a while." when she came to the door, Jane Huan was still worried. She didn't forget to turn around and explain to Huo moting: "call me if you have anything."

Before Huo nianyan lost in her mobile phone, Jianhuan vaguely guessed that it should be Huo moting's number.

When the door of the ward was closed and Jane Huan's footsteps went away, grandma faded her kind smile and looked at the man sitting on the chair beside the bed. Although her eyes were kind, they were melancholy: "I deliberately opened Huanhuan, can you see it?"

Huo Mo Ting looked up at the old man with gray hair and acquiesced in her guess.

……

Half way through, Jane Huan found that she had only one ten yuan in her wallet.

When she was making a drum bag before, she turned the contents into a mess and scattered all the money in the bag.

I turned back to get the money. As soon as I came to the door of the ward, I heard grandma's voice: "although I'm old, I'm not confused. That silly child kept it from me so that I wouldn't worry. Is it true about you and Lily?"

Jane Huan's whole heart hung up for fear that the old man couldn't stand the disease. She pinched the door handle and tried to push the door in to explain. Then the voice stopped her feet.

"I really didn't expect it when her aunt called to say it."

The ward suddenly quieted down, and then the old man's voice sounded: "Huanhuan has been at Yan's house since she was four years old. I'm afraid she hasn't brought you less inconvenience these years?"

"Huanhuan... She lost her parents when she was a child. Later, something happened. Master Yan received Fengcheng. I wasn't there, and no one woke up. But she has always been a good child. When she lived with me and her grandfather, she was young but didn't let us worry at all, but she wasn't as happy as children of the same age."

Jane Huan stood by the door. After listening to these words, her heart was blocked. She gently turned the door handle and looked through the crack in the door.

Grandma held Huo Mo Ting's hand and prayed in her eyes, "so if she doesn't do well, you can put it forward for her to change. Grandma hopes you don't easily tell her to separate."

Jane Huan looked at the old man's carefully flattering appearance. She felt a pain in her heart, closed the door and leaned her back against the wall.

……

Jane Huan bought breakfast and found a notebook on the sofa.

"Back? The Secretary of depth of field just came and brought a computer and some documents."

Grandma was half lying at the head of the bed with a high cushion on her back. Jian Huan visually found that there should be four or five pillows.

The old man looked at the pillow along Jian Huan's line of sight and immediately smiled: "depth of field was afraid that shaking up the * would make my waist uncomfortable, so he went to the nurse station and asked for two pillows."

Huo moting's temperament is cold. He gives people a sense of alienation on weekdays. To put it mildly, he belongs to the kind of temper that three sticks can't make a fart. Jian Huan can't imagine him begging for pillows with young * with a straight face.

But just think about the way he saw the nurse's admiring eyes frowning. Jane Huan couldn't help but lift her lips. The door of the bathroom suddenly opened. Huo Mo Ting's dark eyes came out of the bathroom just right to her beautiful eyes with a curved smile.

Jane had no time to put away her smile and turned her eyes awkwardly, but noticed that he had brought a small plate.

There were apple pieces on the plate. They were peeled, and each piece was cut very flat, just like the first impression of Huo moting.

Lengsu, rigid, meticulous but exquisite.

His hands are long and beautiful. Because of his white skin color, they are more like a delicate work of art. Jian Huan feels that he doesn't give too much to those hand models that clap close-up advertisements. At the moment, it's a bit outrageous to use them to cut apples.

Huo moting walked past her, put the plate on the bed cabinet, and then returned to the sofa and sat down to deal with business.

Even if he didn't say a word, these little details he made were more heartwarming.

Jane Huan looked at her grandmother. Sure enough, the morbid on the old man's face had already been replaced by a happy smile.

Huo Mo Ting unbuttoned his suit and opened two buttons on his white shirt. Maybe he was too tall. Sitting on the sofa, he leaned slightly, focused on the laptop screen, pursed his thin lips, and looked as quiet as when he was in the office.

In fact, he can go back to work now, but Jane Huan can't say it for some reason.

Even she didn't understand it. Looking at him sitting there, she found that she was surprisingly at ease.

Just like he was sitting next to her outside the emergency room last night, she was so calm that she didn't feel any panic while waiting. It seemed that she was not waiting for grandma to be pulled back from the edge of life and death, but waiting for an old man to have a health check-up.

"Huanhuan, what are you doing standing there? Depth of field came early in the morning. He should have not had breakfast yet. Bring him some breakfast."

"... OK."