CEO's Forced Love

Half an hour later, Huo Mo Ting closed his composition book and looked at his son lying on the table with a pen, "why haven't you finished?"

"Just finished," Huo nianyan put down his pen, "Dad, I'm going to bed."

Huo Mo Ting nodded, put the composition back, got up, but walked behind Huo nianyan, "what did you write?"

"My father, the topic assigned by the teacher, will be handed in next Monday. I'm going to ask Xiao Jane to help me correct it on Saturday."

When it comes to Jane Huan, Huo nianyan's face is too sweet to hide. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that he has a good idea. If he can't do homework in the future, he can find Xiao Jian, so that he can spend more time cultivating feelings with Xiao Jian.

Huo Mo Ting glanced at his son, took his composition book, quickly glanced over it, and then frowned, "rewrite."

"Why?" Huo nianyan said that this composition is the most standard he has ever written.

Huo moting threw the composition book in front of him, "read what you wrote from beginning to end."

Huo nianyan reluctantly picked up the book and began to read word by word: "My father is thirty-four years old. He is usually very busy and has little time to accompany me, but I don't feel lonely because meat balls always accompany me. It gives me a lot of happy memories. When I get up in the morning, my father is gone many times. Fortunately, Aunt Li accompanies me at home and prepares me a rich breakfast. My father is cold and always calm I'm afraid of him sometimes, but I believe he loves me. "

The last sentence was added after Huo nianyan considered it for a long time. He guessed that Huo moting might read his composition.

Huo nianyan raised his head from the book and looked at Huo moting with a tight face with a flat mouth. "Dad, it's over."

Huo moting looked at him straightly. His eyes without trace made Huo nianyan inexplicably nervous. He really didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Dad..." Huo nianyan cried weakly.

Huo Mo Ting sat back in bed without expression. "If you don't write your composition well, you don't have to sleep."

Huo nianyan pursed his small mouth wrongly and picked up the eraser, but he didn't know where to start. What he wrote was the truth, okay?

ten minutes later.

"Dad, it's over."

Huo Mo Ting took a look and looked up at his son with lengsen's black eyes.

Huo nianyan shrunk his neck. Needless to say, he took the initiative to take back his book and continue to write hard.

Twenty minutes later.

After changing Huo nianyan for the seventh time, his stubborn temper came up, and he sat in a chair angrily and refused to move again.

Huo Mo Ting frowned and kicked the chair with his long legs: "why don't you change it?"

"It won't change."

Huo moting took the pencil and notebook and began to revise the original composition.

Two minutes later, Huo moting threw the pen on the table, threw the book to Huo nianyan, stood up from the bed, "change it according to the above, and I'll check it tomorrow."

When Huo moting left, Huo nianyan spread out his composition book and saw the composition changed beyond recognition. He was so angry that he ran out of his chair.

"Although my father is thirty-four years old, he is a very attractive and successful man. He is usually very busy and has little time to accompany me. In order to be afraid of my loneliness, he specially bought me a dog. Every time I think of my father, I hold 'meat balls', just like my father is by my side. When I get up in the morning, my father is gone many times. I know that he is to make me have a better life My life just works so hard. Before I leave, he always asks Aunt Li to prepare me a rich breakfast. Although my father is cold to others and always keeps a straight face, he is always patient with me. Although he is very strict, I still love my father very much, just as he loves me. "

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Just after Jane Huan hung up Huo nianyan's phone, ye Zhiqiu came back.

Looking at the fruit crumbs in the trash can in the living room, ye Zhiqiu picked her eyebrow, "are there guests at home?"

"Well, today Nian Yan fought with his classmates. The head teacher called me. I went to school."

Jane Huan answered as she lifted up her sleeve to wash the dishes.

Ye Zhiqiu leaned against the door frame and looked at the busy slim fiber shadow standing in front of the sink. Jian Huan, who took off his coat, only wore a milky white turtleneck sweater, with his long hair tied up behind his head. Bai Xi's cheeks were affected by the heating, with a faint blush, red lips and white teeth, and delicate and beautiful facial features.

"Is his father here too?" Ye Zhiqiu added.

Jane Huan's hand at washing dishes stagnated, gave a gentle hum, and then folded the clean dishes to filter the water.

Ye Zhiqiu: "if you really divorced Yan Jingshen, maybe you can consider looking for another object."

"I don't mean to marry again for the time being."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at her. "Is it because you can't forget Yan Jingshen?"

Jian Huan's voice seemed to float from a distant place: "Zhiqiu, I have been with him for 20 years. From the moment Yan Jinyuan saved me, I no longer live by myself. I promised my grandfather to accompany him forever and keep him no matter what happened, but now I'm afraid I'll break my faith with him."

"Why don't you tell Yan Jingshen the truth about surrogacy?"

Jian Huan's fingertip slid along the edge of the kitchen table: "I didn't dare to say it before. Later, I wanted to say it, but I didn't know where to open my mouth."

When she looked at her woman holding him, she smiled. When she saw that he wrapped up the whole restaurant just to win the beauty's smile, and even watched him bring other women into their former love nest, all the explanatory words choked in her throat, and all that remained between them was quarrel and cold eye.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to remind Jian Huan of his sadness. He sighed helplessly, turned back to the living room, and then found something different.

"Huanhuan, have you taken the spare key in the drawer under the coffee table?"

Jane Huan went out of the kitchen. Sure enough, the drawer was empty, "I didn't take it. You didn't take it?"

Ye Zhiqiu has always been forgetful. He was asked by Jian Huan. He was stunned for a moment. He really wondered whether he had taken it by himself.