CEO's Forced Love

He took out his cell phone from his training pants pocket and put it in her hand. Then he bowed his head to massage her. There was no hesitation in the whole process.

The mobile phone case also carries his temperature, warm.

Ye Zhiqiu slowly gathered up his mobile phone and hummed, "you just give it to me. Aren't you afraid I'll peek at the things in the mobile phone?"

"There should be no content you are interested in." Huo Zhongxiao's tone is very calm.

"Why are you so sure I'm not interested?"

When she said this, the corners of her mouth turned up. A man showed you his mobile phone without saying a word. At least it showed that he was not wary of you. If she were her, she wouldn't want others to turn over his mobile phone casually. She couldn't help asking, "Hey, did you give it casually when others asked you?"

"No." Huo Zhongxiao's low and casual voice emerged in her ear through the night: "it depends on who I want."

Ye Zhiqiu's heart burst into sweet bubbles, bit his lips and smiled, wrinkled his small nose, and then broke off the back cover of the mobile phone.

In fact, she never wanted to check his cell phone.

Take out the pendant doll from your pocket and hang it skillfully on your mobile phone. This action seems to have been practiced many times before.

……

Huo Zhongxiao only felt something passing in front of him. Out of the keen sense of soldiers, he subconsciously raised his eyes to a charming wooden doll.

The girl's complacent voice followed: "isn't it cute?"

Then ye Zhiqiu took out his mobile phone and lined it up with him. Two pendant dolls swayed in the air: "I won the lottery a few days ago. Anyway, it's useless to put it. The man belongs to me and the woman gives it to you."

Before he could speak, she added half menacingly, "don't take it down without my permission, you know?"

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Huo Zhongxiao didn't stay long. After rubbing her feet, he left and went back to Mingxuan Pavilion.

Walking up the stairs, ye Zhiqiu remembered that he had not told him about the dance at the art show. He turned and looked at the door through the window. Huo Zhongxiao had left.

I can't help feeling a little lost.

But thinking that he didn't take off the pendant on the mobile phone, and even tacitly put away the mobile phone, her heart was like stirring honey.

Before turning off the lights and going to bed, ye Zhiqiu still couldn't help sending a text message to Huo Zhongxiao, telling him that the cultural and entertainment committee asked him to dance Swan Lake on the evening of the 28th.

He replied very quickly -- [your entertainment committee is very good at selecting people]

Looking at this message, ye Zhiqiu felt that his heart seemed to gush out of a hot spring, warm, and the originally nervous mood disappeared.

Why did you think he was not good at words and boring before? In fact, he is still very good at coaxing girls to be happy

Ye Zhiqiu smiled sweetly at the corners of her mouth, but the content of her reply was very depressed.

[I haven't practiced ballet for many years. What if I can't dance well at that time? (┬)]

The "buzz" of the mobile phone vibrates.

[then let everyone close their eyes o (n_n) O]

Old men can even express their faces!

Ye Zhiqiu felt the same when she saw the eighth wonder of the world. She immediately went back - [don't steal my expression ~ (* ~)]

[OK o (n_n) O]

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly wants to roll in bed. How can he be so cute? I can't imagine that a serious and old-fashioned man knows the expression library. If I made this expression, I don't know whether it would be more cute?

The mobile phone screen lights up again. It's Huo Zhongxiao's second message -- [it's getting late / have a rest]

Ye Zhiqiu turned over carefully and lay on the bed to reply to him.

[did you secretly take down the pendant doll? If I know you bully her, hum ~ o (~ ヘ ~ o)]

[sleep if you want her to be well]

The old man also knew that he was threatening her ~ Ye Zhiqiu pursed her lips, but couldn't control the spread of her smile -- [I gave her to you, do you like it?]

[MMM]

It became an old man's reply again.

Ye Zhiqiu threw out her tongue at the screen. She was more and more tired. She lay on her back in bed, holding her mobile phone in both hands on her chest and looking at the dark ceiling. The trace of sweetness spread to her limbs. It seemed that there was no cure