CEO's Forced Love

Wedding invitations have all been sent out.

The wedding photo on the wedding invitation was taken temporarily by Jian Huan and Huo moting. The setting is very simple, but the bride's smile is beautiful and the groom is also handsome.

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The night he just got the wedding invitation, Huo moting wrote in his study in the middle of the night.

Jian Huan accidentally saw the list and was startled. Huo Mo Ting leaned against the chair and rubbed his eyebrows. There was a thick pile of unfinished wedding invitations next to him.

"How can there be so many?" she always thought that the wedding banquet should not exceed ten tables at most.

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Jian Huan found the names of many important people. When she was an assistant, she had dealt with people in the general office of the municipal AA government and the municipal Party committee, as well as many bosses in the business field. She turned over the whole four pages, and Huo moting added: "here, not including relatives and friends."

"If you don't invite others, they will have ideas. Since you invite one, you have to send wedding invitations to others."

Jane Huan also understood this truth, nodded and took the signing pen: "let me help you write together."

Huo moting's words are vigorous and powerful, while her words are clear, meaningful and elegant. Two wedding invitations are arranged together, which really looks like a pair of golden girls.

Looking at it, Jane Huan herself was amused by the metaphor first.

Huo Mo Ting opened the drawer and wanted to take out another pen. He looked through the things in the drawer. Jian Huan looked down and saw an old photo.

That's Xu Shuyuan's.

Huo moting also saw the picture. Seeing her staring and not talking, he was afraid of her misunderstanding. He hugged her and explained: "maybe Aunt Li cleaned the house when she just returned home. I don't know where she found it and put it here."

Jane Huan took back her eyes and smiled, "I didn't misunderstand."

Even if he really hid the photos of Xu Shuyuan, Jian Huan thought it was understandable. After all, Xu Shuyuan was his wife for so many years.

Huo Mo Ting didn't seem to have misunderstood her. He sighed silently and hugged her: "am I misunderstood?"

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The smile on Jane Huan's lips deepened gradually. She turned back, put her hands around his neck and her eyes were clean: "because I know that the important thing is now and the future."

At night, lying in his arms, Jian Huan's head rested on his steady and powerful arm. Before falling asleep, he said, "I heard from my mother that Xu Shuyuan built a clothes grave in Fengcheng. Tomorrow I want to sweep a grave for you, OK?"

The answer was to hold her arms tight.

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Some people say that the cemetery is the last destination after people die. Only when there is a cemetery can they die, where the souls of the dead are buried.

In fact, Xu Shuyuan's flight was killed over the Pacific Ocean. So far, even the wreckage of the airliner has not been found.

Therefore, whether it is under the tombstone in Las Vegas or the cemetery in Fengcheng, it can only be regarded as a clothes grave.

After the rain, the air is fresh, and water droplets are condensed on the green branches and leaves, but the trail is more difficult to walk because of the scouring of rain.

Huo Mo Ting walked in front, suddenly slowed down, turned and handed her hand to Jian Huan behind her. She was stunned and put her hand in his palm.

And her other hand is holding Huo nianyan.

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There is a black-and-white picture on the tombstone.

It should have been taken by Xu Shuyuan in her early twenties. The woman in the photo has soft black long straight hair, picturesque eyebrows, slightly upturned lips, curved beautiful eyes and a very quiet smile. The audio of the recording pen, except for the paragraphs Xu Zhenning listened to her, the rest... Jian Huan didn't ask to listen.

The past is like smoke. For her, surrogacy has no meaning except giving birth to smart and lovely words.

Huo nianyan wore a small black suit and closed his mouth. His expression was very serious. He touched a bunch of water chestnut with dew in his little hand.

"Read the words and put the flowers in front of the tombstone."

Jane Huan turned to Huo Nian and said, after he put down the flowers, he touched his back head: "give Shuyuan's mother a bow."

Huo nianyan bent down and saluted the photos on the tombstone.

The light from the corner of Jian Huan's eyes fell on the man next to him. Before and after Xu Shuyuan's tombstone, he never spoke.

Holding Huo nianyan's little hand, she said, "I want to go there and have a look. Will nianyan accompany me?"

The little guy immediately carefully protected Jane Huan and walked out of a way. The mother and son whispered pointing to a flower on the top of the mountain.