CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao waited for a long time, but no one came out. Just about to turn around and go in, the door opened, and ye Zhiqiu ran out: "here, here!"

She jumped over, took his arm, looked up and asked with a smile, "are you in a hurry?"

Huo Zhongxiao looked at the bulging black bag in her hand: "what?"

"It's just some thread. You can knit it when you're bored." Ye Zhiqiu said vaguely and shook his arm: "it's getting late. Let's go."

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On the way back to the hotel, ye Zhiqiu saw a painter painting on the roadside. He was attracted by those portrait art paintings.

There was a girl about her age sitting there. The painter was holding her chin and looking closely at her face.

Ye Zhiqiu turned to the man around him and said, "I also want to draw one."

Huo Zhongxiao stood aside and didn't speak. He just looked at the movements of those painters. However, when ye Zhiqiu was eager to try to sit over, he stretched out his hand to stop her and dragged her forward a few steps: "what time is it now, when you finish painting in the early morning."

"I think they draw very fast." Ye Zhiqiu was unwilling and felt it was a pity that he didn't draw a picture of his face.

"Didn't you say you were going back to knit a scarf?"

Reminded by Huo Zhongxiao, ye Zhiqiu remembered his plan. He was no longer keen on painting. He took the initiative to pull him to speed up his pace: "it's nine o'clock. Go back quickly."

Huo Zhongxiao asked, "don't draw?"

"Well, it's too late today. In fact, I'm not in a hurry. I'm going to draw after dinner tomorrow."

Huo Zhongxiao: "

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As soon as she entered the door of the hotel room, ye Zhiqiu rubbed off her shoes and went to bed. She poured the thread ball in the bag and the sweater needle on the bed.

Recalling how her boss taught her how to weave, she picked up two needles and studied them carefully.

After Huo Zhongxiao entered the door, he poured a glass of boiled water. After drinking it, he put the empty glass back on the table, lit a cigarette, leaned against the edge of the desk and looked at the bed

The man who took care of his busy work didn't bother her. He took a few cigarettes quietly, then went to the sofa and sat down, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

The local news of Harbin is on TV. Huo Zhongxiao transferred the station to a program about the customs of a place in the north.

After watching it for a while, I was not interested.

When a cigarette reached the butt, he pressed it out in the ashtray and turned to look at Ye Zhiqiu on the bed.

She sat cross legged, with two white feet exposed and her head bowed. Under the orange light, her long eyelashes fell two shadows on her eyelids. At the moment, her expression on her little face was rigorous. She held a sweater needle in one hand, hooked the thread with her little finger, knitted a few stitches and removed them. It seemed that everything was wrong, but she tossed repeatedly.

Huo Zhongxiao lit another cigarette. After spitting out a mouthful of smoke, he stood up and stopped at the desk.

As if bored, open the drawer and look.

There was a price list about the hotel room. He picked it up. The back of the paper was blank. He glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and there was a ballpoint pen in the drawer.

With a paper and a pen, Huo Zhongxiao sat back on the sofa. He folded his long legs and leaned over to play the ash in the ashtray.

The blue and white ashes were flying in succession, revealing the flickering spark head.

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Ye Zhiqiu weaves a short section and finds that the needle leaks again. He is somewhat frustrated and finds that weaving a scarf is far from as simple as he thinks.

Rubbing the back neck of pantothenic acid, I was just about to remove it and start again. When I raised my head, I glanced at Huo Zhongxiao sitting there.

He put a piece of paper on his leg, slightly lowered his head, had a cigarette in his mouth, and was taking a pen to write on the paper.

Ye Zhiqiu took her cell phone and looked at the time. It was 10:24 p.m.

Push the needle and thread aside. Ye Zhiqiu jumped out of bed and rushed directly. He put his hands around Huo Zhongxiao's neck and stabbed him in his arms: "what are you writing?"

Her action was so sudden that it was too late for Huo Zhongxiao to take away the burning cigarette.

The hot cigarette butts hit the snow-white slender arm. Ye Zhiqiu screamed in pain. Subconsciously, he covered the burned place: "it hurts me!"

Her eyes were red and wet.

Huo Zhongxiao put the pen and paper aside. The cigarette was thrown into the ashtray. He immediately got up and went to the bathroom to wet the towel.

When he came out with a towel, he saw Ye Zhiqiu quietly nesting in the sofa chair, covering his left arm with his right hand, but looking at the opposite side with the price list in his left hand.

Huo Zhongxiao went straight over, covered her hot red position with a wet towel, and said to her, "don't move, bear it."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him wrongly and plaintively and sucked his nose: "why do you burn me for no reason?"

"Don't you jump over suddenly and burn it?"

The pain gradually disappeared, and the slightest coolness seeped into her body. She shriveled her small mouth: "obviously, it was your absent-minded that burned me. Now it's my fault."

Huo Zhongxiao went to the bathroom again to get toothpaste and put it on the scald for her.

Ye Zhiqiu stared at his face nearby and found worry and concern on Huo Zhongxiao's face. Her heart was filled with warmth. She turned her head to the price list and held it up to him: "you can draw, why don't you tell me?"

Huo Zhongxiao put away his toothpaste: "you didn't ask."

"Then why didn't you say it when I said I wanted to draw?"

Ye Zhiqiu lay on Huo Zhongxiao's back again, wrapped his neck in one hand and looked at the sketch behind the price list in the other hand. It was like sitting on the bed knitting a scarf. It was like holding his pigtail and talking angrily in his ear: "you are like this. You look honest, but in fact it's the worst."

Huo Zhongxiao backhanded patted her ass: "I'll put the towel and come down."

Ye Zhiqiu really let go and looked up at him standing up. When he picked up the towel and toothpaste, she suddenly said, "draw another one for me."

Huo Zhongxiao looked up at her and saw that her eyes were sincere. He also softened his tone: "what do you want to draw?"

"Go and put your things first. I'll wait for you."

Seeing people into the bathroom, ye Zhiqiu immediately got down from the sofa and chair. She turned and drew the curtains.