CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao answered the phone from the balcony. It was Zhang Ji. There was something wrong with the military exercise plan at the end of the month, so he rushed back to the army immediately.

Put down the phone, Huo Zhongxiao plans to send Ye Zhiqiu back to school first.

"I'll go back to the compound in the evening."

Coming out of the apartment building, ye Zhiqiu said, "go straight back to the army. I can go back by bus."

Huo Zhongxiao didn't listen to her and insisted on sending her to the gate of the courtyard.

Watching the SUV disappear at the intersection, ye Zhiqiu turned into the courtyard with his schoolbag on his back.

On the way, she took out her mobile phone and wanted to call home. She hesitated again and again. Finally, she did nothing and hid her mobile phone back.

The closer to Ye's yard, the slower she walked.

Ye Zhiqiu thought, what kind of response should she make if she sees Han Minjing later?

With tears in your eyes, jump over and call Mom?

It seems impossible

She looked down at her two hands. There was a faint scar on one of them. The doctor said that she could not eliminate it in her life.

Around the corner, ye Zhiqiu stepped. She looked at the thin figure with a shawl at the door of Ye's yard, and her fingers tightened the schoolbag belt on her shoulder.

Han Minjing's shadow was elongated by the street light and hit obliquely on the hospital wall. Her hair reached her shoulder. Although she was still elegant and comfortable, so many years of nursing home life still left traces of years on her.

She stood there as if waiting for someone.

Han Minjing suddenly looked over here. When she looked at Ye Zhiqiu, she was a little stunned, but then she moved her eyes away.

At that strange look, ye Zhiqiu knew that Han Minjing didn't recognize herself.

A middle-aged woman came out of the yard and asked Han Minjing to wait in the house.

"Sister-in-law Yun, do you think she really doesn't want to see me?" Han Minjing seemed to be asking others and talking to herself. She couldn't hide her loss on her face.

Ye Zhiqiu bit her lip and tasted the faint salty smell, but she still walked over.

When approaching the door, I heard Han Minjing turn back and say to sister-in-law Yun quietly, "you help me take out my cell phone and I'll call him myself. If he doesn't want that old face, I don't have anything to go out."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Han Minjing's back and suddenly realized it at this moment.

It turns out that this TA is not her, but him.

Out of the community, ye Zhiqiu saw the familiar SUV on the roadside. The original chaotic mood dispersed and replaced by a touch of sweetness.

After getting on the bus, she looked at the time and deliberately whined, "twenty... Four minutes, are you impatient?"

"The time of two cigarettes is not too long." Huo Zhongxiao was in a good mood and asked her to fasten her seat belt. He turned the steering wheel gently with his back hand and asked her, "where do you want to go today?"

Ye Zhiqiu stared at his side face. She remembered the scene when they first met. At that time, she always felt that he talked and did things. No matter who he was facing, he was silent and alienated. Even if he communicated with Han Jingqiu, there was no love like glue. It was light, but it was like Han Jingqiu was a hot relegation there.

Suddenly she understood Han Jingqiu's cheating at that time.

She is young, but she also has a woman's intuition. She can feel Huo Zhongxiao's difference to herself. Even if she doesn't love, she likes it, right?

When the car was waiting for the red light, ye Zhiqiu remembered that the shirt he had bought for Huo Zhongxiao in his schoolbag had not been given to him. She said, "well... Go back to binjiangyuan. I'm a little tired these days and want to sleep again."

Huo Zhongxiao noticed the faint green halo under her eyes. When he restarted the car, he held her left hand on her leg.

His hands are big, his joints are hard, dry and hotter than hers.

Ye Zhiqiu did not break free.

In this way, I held it all the way.

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The apartment in binjiangyuan still maintained the appearance when they left in the morning. It was a little chaotic, but it was also angry and no longer so dead.

When he opened the door and entered the room, ye Zhiqiu threw down a word 'wait for me' and ran into the master bedroom.

Huo Zhongxiao just put the car key on the tea table. As soon as he looked up, he saw her coming mysteriously with her schoolbag in her arms. He couldn't help smiling: "Why are you taking your schoolbag out?"

Ye Zhiqiu sat on the sofa, patted himself and said to him, "I have something for you."

She looked at him, her bright cat's eyes full of expectation and joy, as if she was the one who was about to receive the gift.

Huo Zhongxiao followed suit and sat down on the sofa: "what?"

Ye Zhiqiu bowed his head, zipped his schoolbag and took out his shirt: "I saw it when shopping with fan Tiantian that day. I think it should be very suitable for you."

When she said this, she seemed a little embarrassed and habitually scratched her ears.

"Try it. If the size is not suitable, you can change it -"

Huo Zhongxiao took over the shirt. It was of good quality and suitable for spring and autumn. He looked at her with interest: "did you pick it?"

"Well, don't you like it?"

Huo Zhongxiao didn't answer, but tried on his shirt directly in the living room.

Ye Zhiqiu looks at his back. Every man has his own color. She thinks the cold color is the most suitable for Huo Zhongxiao. Although it looks hard, if you taste it carefully, you will taste a unique masculinity.

She stood up, hugged Huo Zhongxiao's waist from the side, and couldn't help sighing: "it's still so beautiful."

"How is it used to be delicious?"

"Don't like this idiom? Change it, graceful? Or national beauty?"

Huo Zhongxiao chuckled, pulled down Ye Zhiqiu's arm and turned around: "don't you say you're tired? Don't you go to bed?"

"Halfway through, he hurried me -" Ye Zhiqiu stuck it on again: "you haven't told me whether you like it or not?"

"Yes."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Very nice."

"Do you like it or not?"

Huo Zhongxiao had taken off his shirt. Seeing that she had been asking and asking, he stretched out his hand and pulled her over: "do you like shavings so much?"

"Don't you still like backward / forward?"

“……”

The argument was finally won by Ye Zhiqiu's lack of skin and face. Then he ran happily to sleep back.

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