CEO's Forced Love

Jiang Hui and he are friends. Jiang Hui came to Fengcheng to see her husband.

This answer made Ye Zhiqiu instantly experience the transition from cold winter to warm spring. In addition to being happy, he couldn't help asking, "what about the woman in Yunnan?"

"That's because of work."

What about Han Jingqiu? Ye Zhiqiu suddenly wants to know. Does he still like Han Jingqiu now?

A beep and vibration stopped her from speaking. It was Huo Zhongxiao's mobile phone.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little frightened. When he stretched out his hand to pull himself apart, he obediently withdrew from his arms, knelt at the end of the bed, looked up and quietly watched him answer the phone.

Huo Zhongxiao took out his mobile phone, saw the caller ID, didn't answer, and pressed the red hang up button.

"Whose phone is it?" Ye Zhiqiu asked curiously.

His eyes moved from the mobile phone to her face, and his deep eyes looked at her. Teenie / weenie's dark green hooded sweater, light blue curled nine point jeans, his hair was tied into loose bud heads, his smooth and full forehead, a pair of small and exquisite feet glowed with glittering and translucent luster against the snow-white sheets, and the soft room light hit her beautiful and unusually young side face, It also lit up her watery cat's eyes.

"Your little aunt." in her ardent eyes, Huo Zhongxiao said three words.

His tone was understated, but ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed slightly, like doing something wrong. She even suspected that he was intentional. When the mobile phone rang again, she subconsciously moved back.

Huo Zhongxiao still didn't answer. He put his cell phone back and looked up at her again. This time, he suddenly asked, "why do you come to Fengcheng?"

He already guessed? Did he see that he came for him?

Ye Zhiqiu greeted his deep black eyes: "do you want to know?"

Huo Zhongxiao didn't say anything, but his stern eyebrows had explained the answer.

Lifting her eyes and looking up at him, ye Zhiqiu slowly unfolded her slender arms and bent her lips: "then hold me first and I'll tell you everything."

Huo Zhongxiao frowned, as if her request was so unreasonable.

He didn't move.

Although she had expected this result for a long time, she was still a little lost. She knelt to the edge of the bed. Ye Zhiqiu tentatively reached out and grabbed his shirt. Seeing that he didn't push himself away, she gently leaned her head against him, put her hand through his thin waist, and carefully hugged the man who had made herself think of countless days and nights.

He is her little uncle. He is a married man. He is eleven years older than her. She always feels flustered when she thinks of these realities.

She didn't know when she began to like him, and she didn't even have time to mourn the lost feelings with Yan Yu

Ye Zhiqiu looked sideways at the floor lamp by the window.

The faint halo seemed to shine into her heart at this moment. Her forehead was against his chest, heard his steady heartbeat, and her fingers clenched the shirt cloth behind him: "Why are you so --"

She whispered in a very melancholy tone. She thought that he ignored himself in the past two months. Now when she met, she also deliberately alienated herself.

"The game between adults is not suitable for children." he suddenly opened his mouth. His words seemed to be a kind of persuasion and mixed with helplessness.

"I'm an adult!"

Ye Zhiqiu quickly refuted him, jumped out of bed, picked up the bag left on the sofa, found the ID card from it, and returned to him: "I'm 18 years old!"

Her eyes were so firm that Huo Zhongxiao didn't know how to answer. Facing the clear cat's eyes, he put the ID card she forced into his hand on the table next to him. He turned and said in a cold voice: "go to bed and go back to B city tomorrow."

"It's my business to like you. It has nothing to do with you. You can't like me, but you can't force me to do the same." she reluctantly pursued two small steps.

But the answer was the sound of the closed door.

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When Huo Zhongxiao returned to the courtyard, he opened the door and saw the old lady in the living room watching the midnight theatre with the mask on.

"Back?" old Mrs. Huo heard something at the door and looked up and squinted.

Huo Zhongxiao put the key on the shoe cabinet, put on the slippers already ready at the porch, walked over and glanced at the TV: "why haven't you gone back to your room to sleep?"

"Not to wait for you."

Mrs. Howard pulled off the mask paper on her face, and her lips finally came to the point: "did you fight with Jing Qiu? Just now, I was crying and calling home."

"Nothing."

"There's nothing to divorce?!" the old lady couldn't help raising her voice.

Huo Zhongxiao said nothing.

"You are old and old. If it weren't for the big contradiction in principle, let your wife do more. Only if you solve your personal problems, can I put my personal ideas into practical action."

"You are almost thirty years old. Shouldn't you have your own child?"

Huo Zhongxiao: "

When it comes to grandson, Mrs. Huo's eyes are red: "your sister-in-law took Weiwei abroad to raise her, and your brother and his wife moved to Canada. Finally, you are still in China, but you are separated from your wife. But second, Jingqiu told me just now that she plans to quit her job and go to Yunnan with you."

Huo Zhongxiao suddenly looked up at his mother.