CEO's Forced Love

Huo moting took a quick shower, wiped his wet hair and came out of the bathroom. At a glance, he saw Huo nianyan touching there.

"Why did you come in?" Huo Mo Ting said.

Huo nianyan heard the voice, turned his head, hurriedly followed Huo Mo Ting behind him and went to the cloakroom: "Dad, you came back earlier than before."

Huo Mo Ting took out a light T-shirt from the wardrobe, squinted at some dog legged children, didn't speak, and put on his clothes.

"Dad, Jane gave me a set of books just now. She said it was a birthday present."

Seeing that Huo moting had not answered, Huo nianyan was a little unhappy. He murmured, "Wu Liaoming's birthday, his father gave him the latest King Kong model..."

Huo Mo Ting closed the cabinet door, looked down at his complaining son and suddenly said, "the gift is in the car."

The little guy suddenly raised his head, slowly opened his mouth and said loudly 'thank you, Dad'. He forgot his injured little ass and ran downstairs.

Huo Mo Ting turned around and was about to go out when he saw Jian Huan standing at the door.

She was smiling at herself.

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Huo nianyan moved a big box from the range rover, which contained the latest transformer model of this year.

After dinner, the little guy happily took the model and shut himself in the small bedroom early.

When sleeping, Jane Huan rarely took the initiative to hug Huo Mo Ting, put her chin against his strong chest and said, "I'm very happy today."

"Happy what?" Huo Mo Ting touched her soft black hair.

Jane Huan thought he knew why and closed his eyes. He sighed silently, "if I didn't buy this gift, are you going to ignore me tonight?"

Jane laughed and smiled sweetly. She put her hands around his neck and kissed him: "no, not in the future."

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Huo moting is busy with things on the construction site these days and will soon fall asleep. Jian Huan's soft voice rings in his ear.

She said, "do you remember the old monk you met in the temple last time?"

Huo Mo Ting gave a vague hum and didn't open his eyes.

"More than two weeks ago, didn't I take nianyan to accompany my mother to the temple again?" Jane Huan paused, thinking about the wound on Huo nianyan's ass, or said, "I met the old monk again."

"... this kind of divine staff is not enough to believe." Huo Mo Ting said faintly and didn't take it to heart.

"This time, he said a few more words, but they were all related to reading words."

Huo moting opened his eyes and looked down at her. Jian Huan continued: "he said that nianyan is the reincarnation of the boy in front of the Bodhisattva. He also said that let nianyan be his apprentice for a few months. Otherwise, something bad will happen all the time."

Huo Mo Ting frowned and only gave a four character comment on Jian Huan's mysterious words: "nonsense."

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Huo Mo Ting just finished saying "nonsense". A few days later, the villa was robbed and Huo nianyan, who slipped downstairs to drink sour milk in the middle of the night, was hijacked.

When the sharp fruit knife was against the child's white and tender neck, Jian Huan cried. Huo moting's face was black and his rare emotion was exposed. He angrily denounced the property management of the community. He charged so much money every month, but he couldn't even stop a thief.

Although the police finally rescued the child, Huo moting didn't speak all night. He smoked half a pack of cigarettes in his study and remembered the life style given to him by a fortune teller - hit without children.

The next morning, while Jian Huan was still sleeping, Huo Mo Ting woke up his son and simply washed. The father and son went to the temple in the suburbs.

Huo nianyan was very frightened last night. He was sitting in the co pilot's seat with his seat belt fastened and worried about whether there would be an accident or something.

When we got to the mountain, it was still dawn. A monk swept the floor at the door and stopped the father and son who were going in: "benefactor, it's not time yet."

"I'm looking for an old monk in your temple." Huo moting came straight to the point.

Seeing that he was not in a hurry, the floor sweeper looked at the child next to him. He had some impressions. He had been here twice before and said, "wait at the door. I'll ask the host."

After the sweeping monk went in, Huo moting stood at the door for a while and led Huo nianyan to the main hall.

The little guy drooped his eyelids and was too frightened at night. He didn't sleep well and yawned, but he still firmly followed Huo Mo ting.

Huo Mo Ting just donated sesame oil money to the merit box. At the gate of the hall, a middle-aged monk in cassock came in and folded his hands at him: "Amitabha."

As usual, Huo Mo Ting pointed to the cold Chi in his heart and secretly said that these monks were pretending, but now, he pursed his thin lips and nodded. At least there was no disrespect on his face. He called Huo nianyan over and said to the host, "I came to your temple before. An old monk told me a Buddhist verse. Today he specially came to ask the master for advice."

The host hasn't seen Huo moting, but he knows Huo nianyan. Mrs. Huo is an old pilgrim in the temple. She probably guessed Huo moting's identity.

When he came in just now, he took a rough look at Huo Mo Ting's face. Although he was rich and noble, it was a pity that there was a hostility between his eyebrows and eyes. Such a person, even if he was in a high position, would not be complete in his life. I'm afraid he would hurt the people around him.

Knowing that Huo moting wanted to see Shifu, the host smiled and said, "Shifu, the old man is practicing boxing in the back. I'll let the little monk lead you there."