CEO's Forced Love

Jian Huan sat in the noisy ladder classroom and expressed deep sympathy for the students who took their textbooks to the door and looked inside. After they were sure they had no seats, they left again.

At the moment, all around her are girls with small mirrors mending their makeup.

"Hey, Jane Huan, help me set my hair." roommate a asked for help with a head rope.

Jane Huan's hands are very beautiful, slender, Bai Xi, and also coincidentally. She has a lot of complex hairstyles. She can learn as long as she watches videos on the Internet.

Roommate a looked at the class flower Jane Huan who had her hair done in the mirror and sighed. It's hard to imagine how such a young and beautiful Jane Huan would marry an old man. Although the school came forward at the end of last semester to clarify that "female students marry old men and have children" is a rumor, everyone in their dormitory knows the truth.

"Jane Huan, do you say Professor Huo likes girls with long hair or short hair?"

Hearing the words "Professor Huo", Jian Huan still felt a strong sense of disobedience and pulled off the corners of her lips: "well, you have to ask him."

Roommate a lamented, "he's willing to talk to me."

"Professor Huo doesn't feel very easy to get along with. He's been in class for several weeks. He doesn't talk and smile with female students, and his eyes are also negative."

Jane Huan said that he was not willing to come to class. Of course, he would have a straight face, but he said casually, "don't you all like such a high cold emperor?"

"I heard that Professor Huo is married. I don't know if he is so cold to his wife."

Jane Huan tied her head rope and patted her on the shoulder: "OK."

Just then, a girl wearing a red envelope hip skirt and thin high heels entered the classroom. She looked pretty. Jane Huan couldn't help looking more.

Roommate a pressed Jian Huan's ear and said with the an angry voice, "that's Jiang Xiwen of the industrial and commercial class."

"..." Jane Huan doesn't know this person, but it doesn't mean she didn't hear a little fishy from her roommate's words.

Sure enough, roommate C also interrupted and said angrily: "this grinding goblin, who can be called a male god in our college, almost fell under her hip skirt. I didn't expect that now with his hand stretched out so long, he still wants to touch our Professor Huo. Who can't bear it!"

"Yes, that's right!" roommate B joined in the fun.

Jian Huan: "

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It is a pure Oolong event that Huo moting will become a university teacher.

Once at a dinner party, he had a drink and chat with several business partners. He happened to meet a leader of F University. When having dinner together, he said that a management teacher in the school asked for a long maternity leave. Huo moting thought that Jian Huan was a student majoring in management, so he agreed to give a contemporary teacher to others.

Huo moting didn't immediately tell Jane Huan when he got home. He just kissed her with his wife. He was in a good mood that night.

Until all the formalities were completed, when he was ready to surprise Jian Huan, Yang Xi inadvertently revealed to him that in the University, generally junior students began to learn professional courses.

There is no turning back. It's too late to go back

Therefore, when Jian Huan learned that Huo moting was going to teach, she drank a mouthful of water into her windpipe and coughed her face red.

Mrs. Huo said directly, "isn't this an unmanned disciple?"

Jane Huan can't imagine him standing on the podium teaching. He is always impatient. If he meets several students who think hard, she doesn't know whether she will directly lose the microphone and slam the door. Sometimes when she sees him coming home with a black face, she can't help but secretly rejoice in her heart.

In the past month, although Jane Huan has heard a lot about Huo moting in school, this is her first time to listen to his class.

So I was a little nervous and deliberately chose an insignificant corner to sit.

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Huo moting entered the classroom at 10:17 a.m., three minutes before class.

Jane Huan deliberately lowered her head. She also obviously felt the emotional agitation of the girls around her.

There were also brave girls holding notebooks on the podium, blushing and shouting 'Mr. Huo'. When the man looked up, he asked his doubts shyly.

Today, Fok Mo Ting is wearing a light gray shirt. His suit and coat are casually placed on the chair. His figure belongs to that kind of "meat when undressed and thin when dressed". He is very similar to those mixed race male models. Trousers are long legs. Men in their thirties are in the golden charm period. No wonder girls in their early twenties can't open their eyes.

When the class bell rang, Jane Huan took out a book to pretend, and the girl had returned to her position with satisfaction.

"Before today's class, let's watch a video." through the microphone, his voice is slow and steady, and also has great male appeal.

Next to a girl covering her heart, her expression was exaggerated: "I'm still so handsome. If he taught me all the time in the University, I'm willing to postpone my graduation indefinitely."

Huo moting broadcast a documentary on the internal management of a foreign enterprise, which lasted 78 minutes.

And his class is only 90 minutes.

When the video began to play, his people disappeared.

A few minutes later, Jian Huan felt that Huo moting's class had too much water. However, those students who had attended his class said that he taught well without conscience.

Jane Huan's cell phone suddenly vibrated.