CEO's Forced Love

Ye Zhiqiu leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. He blushed like an adult teaching a child: "don't stay in bed again. There's really nothing to eat later."

Huo Zhongxiao suddenly let go of her hand, caught her with his long arm and hugged her.

Caught off guard, ye Zhiqiu fell into his arms. His breath was full of his taste, which made her feel unusually secure.

Huo Zhongxiao slowly tried his arm hard, buried his face in her hair, smelled the smell of citrus, and said in a low voice, "is your stomach better?"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu was a little uncomfortable with the hug. Now she felt that Huo Zhongxiao was a little abnormal.

The stubble chin rubbed her neck, itching.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand and hugged him. He said, "it doesn't hurt anymore. Get up. I'm really hungry and want to have lunch."

"Yes."

But he didn't let go.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't open his mouth to urge again. He let him hold himself. A moment later, Huo Zhongxiao let her go and got up and went to the bathroom.

Turning around to see the messy big bed, ye Zhiqiu suddenly picked up the quilt and began to tidy up.

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At noon, they went to eat local specialties in Harbin.

Out of the restaurant, ye Zhiqiu naturally took the big hand of the man around her and went to a crowded place. Huo Zhongxiao protected her inside to avoid being pushed.

In Harbin in October, the temperature hovered in more than ten degrees, and pedestrians on the road had put on long sleeves.

Unable to see the snow sculpture, ye Zhiqiu was disappointed. When she returned to the hotel, she turned on the computer to Baidu which tourist attraction was fun. After a while, she turned around excitedly and said, "let's go to blissful temple in the afternoon!"

Considering her health, Huo Zhongxiao plans to take a day off in the hotel.

"I'm all right. I don't believe you see!" Ye Zhiqiu ran in front of him, jumping and jumping, completely not as sick as last night.

Huo Zhongxiao read the introduction about blissful temple on the Internet and promised to go there only after he was sure he wouldn't be too tired.

……

On national day, the major scenic spots are full of tourists from all directions.

Ye Zhiqiu is not

Buddhist believers, but this time she followed an old lady and bought candles and Buddhist incense. She did what people did. When she saw people light incense, she found that she didn't have a lighter. She immediately ran to Huo Zhongxiao and stretched out her hand: "bring the lighter."

Huo Zhongxiao was not interested in these either. He didn't squeeze in the pile of old ladies with her. He stood not far from where there were few people and lit a cigarette to wait for her.

Seeing that she wanted a lighter, he took her left hand out of her trouser pocket, and the lighter was in his hand.

Ye Zhiqiu took it and ran back happily.

An old lady also talked to her. Huo Zhongxiao, who was smoking there, put her chin up and said, "little girl, is that your man?"

Ye Zhiqiu also looked back at Huo Zhongxiao. He was wearing a black coat today. He was as tall and straight as a pine. She nodded subconsciously.

"Then you can make a wish and make a marriage. Others say this temple is very spiritual."

Huo Zhongxiao just finished smoking a cigarette and threw the cigarette end into the dustbin. Over there, ye Zhiqiu has come over. He asked, "are they all ready?"

"Yes."

"Let's go." Huo Zhongxiao turned to go elsewhere.

But ye Zhiqiu held him: "wait a little longer. An old lady can't read. She wants to make a wish there and let me write for her."

Huo Zhongxiao looked in the direction she pointed out. Sure enough, an old lady was smiling kindly at them.

He was not impatient, but told her to pay attention to her safety.

Ye Zhiqiu went in with the old lady, bought huanxiang, wrote a red cloth strip and tied it in huanxiang. After paying the money, he asked someone to hang it among the promised huanxiang.

The red cloth swayed in the wind with ten brush words written on it——

Huo Zhongxiao, ye Zhiqiu, will never change in this life.

Huo Zhongxiao waited outside for a long time. After smoking his second cigarette, he stood for a while. No one came out and followed the crowd into the temple.

Tourists kowtow and burn incense everywhere in the blissful temple.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't find anyone at the place where he made his wish. He looked around and didn't have that lively figure.

The eldest mother who set up a stall to sell huanxiang asked him if he wanted to make a wish. Huo Zhongxiao looked at the tourists who lined up to hang huanxiang. He was not interested. After refusing, he went out of the Buddhist building.

The old lady at home also ran to the temple every three days, but Huo Zhongxiao never believed in these things.

He found someone in a humble room.

Ye Zhiqiu knelt on the futon with his back to the door, facing the small statue of Bodhisattva, folded his hands on his chest, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and his face was pious and sincere.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't step into the threshold. When he came to the door, he stopped and stared at the quiet and slender figure.

Suddenly I didn't want to interrupt her.

A premonition rushed into his brain. Huo Zhongxiao felt that ye Zhiqiu was thinking of him now.

It was an unspeakable feeling.

This scene, in the next few years when the two separated, Huo Zhongxiao would remember from time to time, either in the dead of night or in the face of those prosperous scenes alone.