CEO's Forced Love

September 2003.

It was the season when the tiger became powerful in autumn. Jian Huan came out of the piano practice room and felt a trace of summer heat different from the slight coolness of autumn.

The school bell rang immediately.

Jane Huan has just been promoted to junior high school. She is a day student. Every evening, Yan's car waits at the school gate. It is the driver assigned by Yan Jinyuan.

As in the past, Jane Huan mixed in the crowd of students and walked to the school gate, but she didn't see the car that should have been there.

She stood by the flower bed at the door, and the afterglow of the sunset fell on Beth's arm. Because of the high temperature, her forehead exuded fine sweat.

Jane Huan didn't know how long she had been waiting. Fewer and fewer people came out of school.

She is a high school affiliated to a university in Fengcheng, and the teaching quality is also top-notch in Fengcheng. Many senior cadres' children and rich children also choose this school. Originally, cars parked at the gate of the school left one by one, but the car with her familiar license plate was never seen.

It was not until it was getting dark that Jane Huan was a little worried. She took out her mobile phone and called the driver.

Although the school expressly stipulates that junior middle school students are not allowed to use communication tools, teachers generally turn a blind eye as long as you are not too unscrupulous.

After all, the identity of children studying here is not simple.

The phone rang a few times and was picked up. Jane huangang called 'Uncle Zheng', but there was a rough voice from Yan Jingshen after the sound change period: "don't cry. I have something to do today. Lao Zheng drives for me. Take a taxi home by yourself."

"..." Jian Huan was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously, "what's the matter with you?"

Yan Jingshen was a little impatient: "why do you talk so much? Do I have something to tell you?"

When Jian Huan heard his voice, the girl's soft voice rang out: "Yan Shao, which one do you think looks good? I like both..."

"That's it. Don't complain to the old man after you go back, otherwise -"

Yan Jingshen half threatened and hung up directly. She vaguely heard him say, "if you like, buy both and swipe your card."

Mrs. Yan * grandson, the junior high school graduation gift to Yan Jingshen is a credit card with no password and no upper limit.

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"Jane Huan, why haven't you left yet?"

Jane Huan turned her head when she heard the sound. She saw two girls in her class. They had just finished cleaning. They came out hand in hand with their schoolbags and were ready to go home.

The two girls live in the community in front of the villa where Yan's family is located.

Jane Huan's popularity in her class is not bad, but she is not good. She looks beautiful. She has a good family background, quiet personality and excellent grades. Because she doesn't like gossip, she can't talk to the "civilian school". Because she doesn't wear luxury goods and doesn't have a credit card or two, she is rejected by the "golden" school.

The two girls looked at the temporary parking space next to them, immediately understood, and took the initiative to invite Jane Huan to go home with them.

"We just have to take the bus." one of the girls scratched her short hair shyly.

They have seen it before. There is a good car at the door to pick up Jane Huan every day.

Jane Huan prefers to take a taxi home with them. No matter how precocious she looks, her heart is actually just a 13-year-old girl. So she accepted it with a smile and walked with them to the bus stop next to the school.

At more than five o'clock in the evening, it was the peak of traffic. Both students and office workers crowded beside the stop sign.

The bus stopped one by one and drove away. Several little girls couldn't squeeze others, especially Jane Huan. She also carried a violin in her hand. Every time she just got to the door, she was pushed aside when she was about to step up. When others saw her so easy to talk, they pushed her one after another.

Jane Huan is wearing a complete set of summer school uniforms, a white short sleeved shirt and dark blue shorts. Her soft black long hair is tied into a horsetail, revealing her smooth forehead. Her skin is white and clean, and she doesn't have acne like her adolescent girl.

Maybe it's because the Yan family took care of her enough. When she was in the fifth grade, she was nearly 1.6 meters tall. It was also during the summer vacation that year.

Girls of the same age are still like a withered string bean, but her physical development has tended to be 17 or 18-year-old girls.

It was not easy to squeeze into the car. Jane Huan was knocked upside down, and her foot was severely stepped on. She endured the pain and didn't make a sound.

——I don't want to be regarded as a delicate daughter by my classmates.

There are more and more people on the bus. It is full of noise and sweat. It doesn't smell good.

"Jane Huan, why don't you come and sit down!" a classmate grabbed the position. Seeing that Jane Huan was difficult to stand, he wanted to get up and give her a seat.

"It doesn't matter to me."

Jane Huan smiled at her, grabbed the next chair and was pushed by the people behind her.

In recent years, Jian Huan seldom takes buses. Yan's family is rich and equipped with several cars. The crowded and closed space makes her feel a little uncomfortable. However, standing and chatting with her classmates makes her feel happy. One of her classmates asked her if she had watched a popular TV play recently.

Jane Huan seldom watches TV dramas. After dinner, she usually goes back to her room to review her lessons or practice calligraphy with Yan Jinyuan.

"The man inside is very handsome. It was just broadcast last night that the woman's husband died, but I think it's fake death..."

Jane Huan secretly wrote down the name of the TV play. The bus suddenly stopped and arrived at the next stop. She was unstable and almost fell.

When the door opens, someone gets off and naturally someone gets on.

The female classmate next to her put up Jian Huan's arm, winked at her excitedly, and whispered, "look, there are several handsome guys who have just come up."

Next to this site is a university.

Just as Jane Huan was about to turn back, the car started, her head was hit by someone's elbow, and painful tears were about to come out.

"Is there anything?" the classmate looked at her swollen forehead, remorse and care.

Jane Huan was afraid of her worry and shook her head. The conductor shouted on the back seat, "go in, don't block the door, go in."

When the car started, there was another rush in the car.

Someone was walking this way. Then the pull ring on Jane Huan's head had one more hand. It was a man's hand. It was very slender and white than the skin color of ordinary men. Her back also faintly touched a male body and subconsciously leaned forward.

Then she heard a narrow smile, not from the man behind, but from the side. She guessed that they were together.

For some reason, Jane Huan felt that the other party was laughing at herself.

Her cheeks connected to her ears and suddenly turned red.

"By the way, Jane Huan, senior Li said, you will have a performance at the freshman welcome party in October, won't you?" the female classmate next to her suddenly opened her mouth.

Jane Huan gave an "um" sound. Her voice was as light as a mosquito: "it hasn't been finalized yet."

"You are the best student in this new year, and you play the violin so well. If you don't, who else?"

Jane Huan smiled and was absent-minded. Then her back collar was gently pulled off. She turned back. She was a young man next to her. He looked handsome. He should have just got on the bus. He looked at her with a smile. The next sentence was: "have we met somewhere?"

Of course, she also saw that there were several men of his age nearby.

Either he lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, or he was wearing earplugs and chewing gum. Another looked up, looked at the bus route map and dyed his yellow hair.

For a moment, Jane Huan's heart beat, not because of excitement, but purely fear.

She is only 13 years old. Although she has no life experience, she has also heard many examples of little girls being forcibly dragged away by * ruffians. The fate of those girls is not good.

"Sister, I'm not a bad person. Don't be nervous. I just want to make friends with you." the man smiled and seemed to come together.

Jane Huan ignored him, took out her mobile phone and called her family to ask them to pick him up at the bus stop.

The bus suddenly braked sharply——

The mobile phone fell on the car. Jane Huan rushed forward because of inertia and tripped over something. The whole person jumped into the arms of the man behind him.

He was wearing a white shirt, black slacks and a pair of sneakers stained with soil. While her hands grasped his clothes, he put one hand on her shoulder. The two leaned back. Jane Huan was fine, but she felt that his back seemed to be hard.

The man who accosted her just now whistled and smiled badly: "third brother, what a blessing."

Jane Huan was just about to say "thank you." after listening to this sentence, she felt that they were all birds of a feather. She even doubted whether he had deliberately made them bad.

One face turned red. Because of panic, he immediately left the man's arms and stood firm.

When the bus stopped, Jane Huan couldn't think of anything else. She picked up her mobile phone. When the door opened, she said to her classmates, 'I'm still busy' and hurried out of the car.

The moment the door was closed, the young man who had just whistled was severely kicked. He bared his teeth and immediately flattered: "third brother, don't get angry, I'll make a joke. There's no malice."

The man called "third brother" did not speak, but looked up at the girl fleeing outside the window and frowned slightly.

I met him at the beginning of that year, but I didn't know him. After many years, he suddenly remembered this scene and the girl named Jian Huan