CEO's Forced Love

Just before she calmed down, she heard Huo moting say, "if a man really likes you, he doesn't need you to flatter. He will rush to please you. If he doesn't mean that to you, it's no use for you to be courteous and paste upside down. In addition, married men are not something you can touch, otherwise you will only destroy yourself."

Qin Feifei's face is green and red. Huo moting has gone out.

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Huo moting walked out of the rest room. Just then, the person in charge of the club passed by and greeted him friendly: "Huo sanshao!"

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Huo Mo Ting frowned originally. Seeing his "smile", he immediately thought of the female star in the lounge, and his face was not very good-looking.

I thought, this is no club. I can't even protect the most basic privacy / privacy of customers. I let people in casually.

Huo Mo Ting thought of the female star's eyes. He was provocative as soon as he came up. No matter whether he was ill or not, many bosses who had cooperated with him privately included / adopted female stars. When it came to the end, he couldn't tell who was whoring and who was whoring.

Nodded with the head of the club, and Huo moting left directly.

Xinbai and Lu Jinsheng happened to come over and caught the back of Huo sanshao, who was famous in Fengcheng gangster circle.

The two looked at each other, and then saw that the door of the lounge opened and a beautiful and tall beauty came out. Isn't it where the third brother just stayed

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When Jane Huan arrived at the foot of the mountain, she found that the old lady came to the temple where she accompanied Zhiqiu last time.

The temple is halfway up the mountain. It is not high. Although Jian Huan is pregnant, she stops and goes. When she reaches the gate of the temple, she is not particularly tired.

Huo nianyan hung his small kettle around his neck and followed Jane Huan.

Mrs. Huo donated a large sum of sesame oil money. The monk guarding the door smiled and took the old lady to the abbot.

Jianhuan didn't follow her. Her calf was a little sour. She called Huo nianyan, who looked around. The mother and son chose a place covered by the shade of a tree. Before Jianhuan could speak, Huo nianyan had bumped into a small hall nearby and quickly came out with two cattails.

"Little Jane, sit down!" he put a mat behind Jane Huan.

Jian Huan: "

"Well, I'd better put it back to them." Jian Huan is not a devout believer, but she doesn't dare to take the things in front of the Buddha.

Huo nianyan wrung his eyebrows, sat on the Pu mat and opened the lid of the kettle: "little Jane, sit down. It doesn't matter. I told the Bodhisattva to borrow it and give it back to him later. Moreover, he promised himself."

"... how did he promise you?"

Jane Huan heard the little guy say happily, "I said, if you don't want to, he didn't say anything, of course you do!"

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Mrs. Huo was in the meditation room, listening to the Abbot's talk about Zen theory. She never came out, and Jane Huan couldn't bother.

Having had enough rest, she went to return the two Pu mats and kowtowed very sincerely.

Jian Huan has heard that several episodes of the journey to the West were taken from the temple. She took the little guy around. At this time, there were not many pilgrims, but they all worshipped piously, some prayed and some asked for autographs. Jian Huan also went to the main hall to worship.

Huo nianyan saw her kneeling with her hands folded. She also followed the example. She knelt on the mat next to her, and her chubby little hands closed.

Out of the hall, Huo nianyan raised his head and asked Jian Huan, "what wish did you just make?"

"It's not effective to say this." Jane Huan touched his head. She asked for a very simple, but a peaceful family.

Huo nianyan left his mouth and said, "I told the Buddha that I want a brother."

So far, Huo nianyan has always believed that Jane Huan's stomach is a boy. Whoever wants to say it's a little girl, he immediately told others.

"I want to pee!"

Jane Huan asked a floor sweeper and took Huo nianyan to the toilet. She waited outside with the little guy's cartoon kettle.

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"Little girl, we meet again..."

An old voice sounded behind her. Jian Huan suddenly turned around. The old monk in Ziyi was standing there, smiling at her.

"Do you remember me, little girl?" he laughed, his face wrinkled like the bark of an old tree, but he seemed kind.

How could Jian Huan not remember the old monk? At the beginning, he said that Huo Mo Ting was angry and had a bad end. He was so strict that he was deeply impressed.

She bowed to the old monk with her hands folded. It was respect.