CEO's Forced Love

In the evening, she slept in bed with Huo moting. Jian Huan leaned over on the man's chest and discussed with him about going to the temple to see the children tomorrow.

"You are pregnant with a child and climb from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain every day. It hurts your body."

Jian Huan disagreed: "but I don't feel tired."

"It's bad when you feel tired." Huo Mo Ting hugged her, kissed her forehead and said softly, "I think he can call every day."

Jane Huan suddenly thought of a good idea. If she didn't go up, she could let Nian Yan go down the mountain. But then she took into account that the weather is hot and the child's resistance is not as strong as adults. At that time, up and down, she is likely to suffer from heatstroke. Even if she doesn't suffer from heatstroke, she will wear out the child all the time. She is reluctant to give up after all.

So in the middle of the night, after a lot of bargaining, the couple finally agreed to change from "going to the temple once a week" to "going every five days".

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Jane Huan calls Huo nianyan every day. In the description of the little guy, there are no other big problems except poor food.

But in fact, there are big problems, because he himself is the initiator and didn't dare to mention it to Jian Huan, but if he didn't mention it, it doesn't mean that others in the temple won't say it.

On the second day after Huo nianyan went to the temple, Huo moting received calls from the temple almost every day, all related to compensation.

On the fourth day, Huo moting was also a little intolerable. He called Huo nianyan directly and warned the little guy to be calm and not to make trouble again.

It turned out that Huo nianyan was a vegetarian these days. His mouth faded out. He secretly took "meat balls" to the bamboo forest behind the temple, broke a small bamboo, dug a few earthworms, went to the kitchen to carry a bucket, and went to the lake next to the temple to fish. As a result, he didn't catch one fish, but caught more than half a bucket of lobster for him.

While the other monks were busy, the little guy slipped into the kitchen and imitated the way on TV. He made a fire to cook lobster. He beat the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar all over the floor and almost burned the whole kitchen. Fortunately, a floor sweeping monk found it, but it also caused a lot of property losses.

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The next day, it was the day to see Huo nianyan in the temple. Jian Huan got up early in the morning. The night before yesterday, she took Huo moting to the supermarket and bought a large bag of snacks.

When the couple arrived at the gate of the temple, it was only more than six o'clock.

The sweeping monks of the temple already knew them and told them that other monks were doing morning classes and asked them to go directly to the main hall.

On the road, the monk's chanting came faintly from the hall.

Jian Huan and Huo moting arrived at the gate of the hall and saw Huo nianyan at a glance. The little guy sat next to the host. There was a futon cushion under it. Obviously, the host didn't ask him much. Unlike other monks who focused on chanting sutras and Buddha, Huo nianyan hung his shoulders, tilted his head and closed his eyes to doze off.

When his head tilted back to fall down, the host would give him a hand in time: "younger martial brother, don't fall down."

The early class time from 3:00 to 6:30 every day is definitely a great ordeal for Huo nianyan.

On the first day of his arrival, he lay on the quilt and couldn't get up. The old monk who was good at talking insisted on lifting him up for morning class.

As soon as he came and went, Huo nianyan held his Futon mat before dawn every day, closed his eyes, slightly opened his mouth, and walked numbly behind the host into the main hall.

Afraid you can't see with your eyes closed? It doesn't matter. When he bumps and trips, the elder martial brother in charge will kindly lift him.

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At the end of the morning class, the host reminded Huo nianyan, who was sleepy, that there were two donors outside the door who had been waiting for him for a long time.

Huo nianyan yawned, opened his eyes and saw Huo moting behind Jane Huan. His sleepiness disappeared. He rushed out, hugged Jane Huan's leg, and blurted out 'little Jane' full of thoughts and grievances. His small head gently arched her stomach: "how did you come to see me?"

Jane Huan touched his face, thin and dark. She couldn't help feeling distressed: "why is it so dark?"

Huo nianyan saw a large bag of snacks in Huo Mo Ting's hand and immediately shouted "Dad". He was wearing a light blue monk's robe, a pair of arhat shoes on his feet, a soft black mushroom head, big and black eyes, a grinning mouth, and a pear vortex was playful and cute. How can he look, how can he please.

Huo Mo Ting's thin lips tilted slightly, touched his head and asked him if he had breakfast.

It happened that two 12 - and 13-year-old monks came over with their own Buddhist scriptures. Seeing Huo nianyan, they respectfully folded their hands and saluted: "don't quit, martial uncle."

The little guy who was still laughing immediately closed his little fat hands, looked serious on his little face, and gave them a gift. Then, he carried his little hands behind his back, with a small stomach, like a little old man, and said solemnly, "go to breakfast. Today is a bag of mushrooms and vegetables. It tastes good."

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Jian Huan didn't expect Huo nianyan's seniority to be so high. Later, she learned that he really became the closed laity disciple of the old monk and the younger martial brother of the host.

After watching the children, the couple did not leave immediately, but stayed in the temple to have lunch with nianyan.

"Where's the meatballs?" Jane Huan looked for a circle in the yard and didn't see the milky white.

Huo nianyan said carelessly while helping them set up the dishes and chopsticks: "the meat balls are behind. Help one of my martial nephew look at the melon field. Recently, someone has been stealing melons."

Jian Huan: "

During dinner, Huo nianyan also told Jian Huan that some monks in the temple have high academic degrees, including master's students and doctoral students: "so, don't underestimate the monks."

Listening to his proud tone, Jane Huan was afraid that he would become a monk for a while.

On the way back, Jian Huan told Huo moting about this worry. Huo moting listened and smiled: "who's your son? You don't know?"

"That's your son, too," said Jane Huan.

Huo Mo Ting smiled: "so I understand."

After two days in peace, Jian Huan received a phone call from the temple saying that Huo nianyan tune / play the little nun on the mountain next door. Now the host of the nunnery refuses to give up!