CEO's Forced Love

About ten minutes later, Huo Zhongxiao came back with a bag of things.

Ye Zhiqiu had already hid in the bathroom, took the sanitary napkin and new underwear / trousers from the crack of the door, changed them with a red face, and didn't know how to face him after going out.

When she lingered out, she saw Huo Zhongxiao rolling up the dirty sheets and throwing them on the carpet.

Huo Zhongxiao heard the news and looked up at her. Compared with her red face and red ears, he was much more calm: "this bed should not sleep any more. Sleep that one at night."

"Oh." Ye Zhiqiu pestles at the corner of the wall. Although he should go down, he doesn't move his feet and lowers his head like a child who has done something wrong.

Huo Zhongxiao said in his heart that embarrassment was false, but he still walked up to her and said softly, "go to bed."

"Do you sleep together?" Ye Zhiqiu finally raised his head.

Huo Zhongxiao looked at her clear eyes and couldn't say no. he whispered, "go to bed first and I'll go out for a cigarette."

Then he took the cigarette case and lighter on the tea table and wanted to go out.

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Seeing that Huo Zhongxiao had picked up the cigarette box in his hand, ye Zhiqiu immediately came forward and took his arm: "if you want to smoke, smoke in the room."

"How to smoke in the room?" Huo Zhongxiao's tone was not tough, and seemed to be mixed with some doting.

Hearing his question, ye Zhiqiu knew there was a play. She said, "open the window."

Then he pursed his lips wrongfully and shook Huo Zhongxiao's arm twice: "it's so late now. It's not safe for me to be alone in the room. Even if you stand at the door, what if a thief climbs in through the window while I'm asleep?"

Ye Zhiqiu's voice is soft and coquettish. With body movements, she has a beautiful little face. I'm afraid anyone who is a man will eat her.

Huo Zhongxiao is no exception.

Even though he knew that even a gecko could not climb into the room, he stayed.

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Huo Zhongxiao sat at the head of the bed smoking. In the huff and puff room, a blue and white smoke ring came out of his mouth. Although half a window was opened, the room was still filled with a faint smell of smoke.

Ye Zhiqiu lay in the quilt, but most of his body leaned on Huo Zhongxiao's shoulder.

What is on TV? Ye Zhiqiu didn't see it at all. All her thoughts fell on the man next to her.

Staring at the cigarette in his left hand, he had accumulated a piece of soot.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and aimed at Huo Zhongxiao's firm chin. He got close and saw a little green residue. When he gently spit out a mouthful of smoke, he narrowed his eyes, like watching TV or thinking about other things through TV.

Ye Zhiqiu asked, "what are you thinking, little uncle?"

"Nothing." understatement.

After that, Huo Zhongxiao turned a little sideways, bounced off half of the ash in the ashtray, leaned back to the head of the bed and asked her, "don't you sleep yet?"

"Can't sleep and don't want to sleep."

Ye Zhiqiu put his jaw against his chest and quietly nestled in his arms.

Once people calm down, they will think of many practical problems that are easy to ignore at ordinary times. She doesn't know what Huo Zhongxiao is thinking. Maybe it's related to her or irrelevant. It's just a matter of work... He moved in his arms. Ye Zhiqiu said, "little uncle, let's have a chat."

Huo Zhongxiao bowed his head and looked at her with deep eyes. His eyes were very warm: "what do you want to talk about?"

"Well... Just talk about anything."

Ye Zhiqiu's breath not only smelled of tobacco, but also the smell of Huo Zhongxiao's body, which was like the wheat field exposed to the sun. It smelled very good and made her feel at ease.

She played with his right hand on her waist.

The thin fingers have distinct bony joints, long and powerful, hard cocoons on the pulp of the fingers, and the palm is warm and dry.

The picture of an old lady being sent to the emergency room after being scalded is being broadcast on TV.

Looking at this scene, ye Zhiqiu remembered the meeting with Jiang Hui in the hospital and Jiang Hui's expression of wanting to stop talking after she was refuted by herself.

"During the Chinese new year, I met aunt Jiang in the hospital."

Huo Zhongxiao heard her suddenly talk about this and smoked. He reacted. Who was she talking about and looked down at her: "what are you thinking?"

"You're just thinking." Ye Zhiqiu shrunk in his arms and spoke again after a long time: "aunt Jiang is getting married. The other party seems to be a diamond king."

Seeing that Huo Zhongxiao didn't answer, ye Zhiqiu raised his head and said, "why don't you care at all? People are your friends anyway."

"Just give a red envelope when you get married."

"Why are you so perfunctory..."

Huo Zhongxiao lowered his head and asked her solemnly, "what do you say is not perfunctory?"

His face is close at hand, and the warm breath is sprayed on her forehead. Ye Zhiqiu's cheek is hot and speechless, but he says in his heart, it's not my friend's marriage. Why do you ask me.

Huo Zhongxiao's face eased slightly. He whispered, "Jiang Hui and I are just friends, not what you think."

Is this explaining to her?

Ye Zhiqiu's heart was sweet, but he hummed: "where did the pure friendship between men and women come from? Maybe it was polite at the beginning. Later, he looked around and rolled out of bed for a long time. He would also find an excuse for disorderly sex after drinking, and then maintain this unclear relationship for a long time."

"What about you and your little bamboo horse?" he asked her in a solemn way.

Qin Shisheng is just like Qin Shisheng. With the high-end vocabulary of bamboo and horse, bamboo and horse are just like bamboo and horse, and the word "small" is deliberately added in front of bamboo and horse.

Ye Zhiqiu found that her focus had been shifted, but she also liked the new focus. She stood up, wrapped her hands around Huo Zhongxiao's neck, kissed him on his mouth, and smiled close to his face: "I have a good relationship with Qin Shisheng. How do you like it?"

"No."

Don't admit it, do you? It doesn't matter if you don't admit it.