CEO's Forced Love

When Jane Huan entered the bathroom, Huo moting stood at the door for a while and went to the small bedroom.

There is a lamp on the bedside table.

Huo Mo Ting stretched out his hand and turned on the chandelier on the ceiling. In the room, the light was bright and stood on the drum on the bed.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Huo Mo Ting pushed the quilt: "isn't it hot to stay like this?"

The child in the quilt had no reaction.

"When you were a child, you didn't always clamor for your mother. Now that you have this attitude, you'll be happy if you get angry with her?"

The quilt moved a little.

Huo Mo Ting leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the quilt next to him: "if you really don't like her, in the future, live with your grandmother so as not to be unhappy with her every day."

The voice did not fall, and the loud cry sounded in the quilt.

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Jane huangang washed her face and was ready to take off her clothes. Unexpectedly, she heard the child's howling and crying. Regardless of anything else, she opened the door and ran out.

"Read!" Jane Huan pushed open the empty door of the small bedroom and saw Huo Mo Ting sitting at the head of the bed.

Huo Mo Ting frowned. He didn't expect his son to cry. He didn't say anything. He was quite upset. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes to see Jane Huan, put his hand on the quilt and said, "Xiao Jane is so kind to you. You have to move in with your grandmother. Have you ever thought how sad she will be?"

The cry in the quilt was higher than one, and even Aunt Li was attracted: "three little, this..."

"Children are angry." Huo moting asked Aunt Li to go back to rest, got up, walked over and closed the door of the bedroom.

After all, it's a matter of your own family. It's better to close the door.

Jian Huan sat by the bed and shouted, "read words" and "read words", trying to take off the quilt, but the little guy held on tightly and refused to give up.

Finally, Huo Mo Ting used his brute force and tore off the quilt directly.

The child's cry was magnified countless times.

Huo nianyan was sweating, sobbing, his small shoulders trembling, and his small face turned red. Jian Huan watched him cry. He was so distressed that he pulled him into his arms, hugged him tightly, and his tears followed him. He couldn't stop: "read, forgive mom, is it good?"

Huo Mo Ting stood next to Jian Huan. Seeing that she was crying heartbroken, he felt uncomfortable. He also knew that if he wanted to make Jian Huan happy, he had to coax the child. He pulled two paper towels and wiped away the tears for the child: "be good, or your mother will leave when she is sad."

"I'll never leave again." Jane Huan explained hurriedly for fear that the child was serious.

Huo Mo Ting also softened his low voice: "do you hear me? Your mother didn't want you, but something bad happened before. She left for a while and now she's back. She cries like this now. If she cries badly, it's bad for the baby in her belly."

I don't know which sentence worked. Huo nianyan's cry became lighter and lighter. In the end, there was only a slight sob.

"It's my mother's fault. I'll never do this again." Jane Huan's voice choked.

Huo Ni Yan leaned against her arms and sniffed her faint fragrance, not the smell of perfume, but he was very reassuring. He did not know before. Now he finally realized that this is the mother's taste. He would love Jane so much because Xiao Jian is his mother.

"Are you... Really my mother?"

Huo nianyan suddenly opened his mouth. He saw the wet tears on her face and wanted to reach out to wipe them off, but he was uncomfortable, like a small stubborn donkey.

Jane Huan nodded and heard him ask, "then why don't you want me, why don't you come to me these years, and why let me call someone else's mother?"

Jane Huan couldn't answer any of the three questions.

She couldn't tell him that she gave birth to him only after she received money to surrogate others, because it was agreed that she would be strangers to the child.

Huo Mo Ting touched his son's head and interrupted: "your mother is tired, too. Answer these questions slowly in the future. As long as you know, your mother doesn't want you on purpose. She doesn't know some things. If she knows, she won't leave for so many years."

Huo nianyan sucked his nose and looked up at Jian Huan, as if waiting for her answer.

Jian Huan lowered her head and saw his big red and tearful eyes. She nodded solemnly. If she knew that he was her own child, if she knew that he had suffered a lot because he had no mother these years, she would not be willing to let Huo moting take him away.

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