CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao went for about 15 minutes. There was a movement at the door. Ye Zhiqiu looked up and saw him coming back with hot porridge.

After eating a few spoonfuls, ye Zhiqiu said he was full.

"It's a pity to throw it away. Drink it." she pushed the spoon to Huo Zhongxiao.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't drink. Ye Zhiqiu took a spoon from his hand, scooped a spoonful of porridge and sent it to his mouth. He looked at him eagerly: "shall I feed you?"

The patient's suit was very wide. She raised her hand and slipped her sleeve to expose the scab scratch on her wrist.

Huo Zhongxiao drank the porridge. She continued to feed him. He ate spoonful by spoonful. Halfway through the drink, he held Ye Zhiqiu's bright wrist and rubbed the scar with his slender fingers: "does it hurt?"

He asked more than just the wrist injury. Ye Zhiqiu knew.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head lightly and added for a long time: "it's just... My throat is a little uncomfortable."

From the appearance of Huo Zhongxiao to now, he didn't mention Chen Hao. He didn't care. He should be afraid to mention it again and again, leaving a shadow in her heart.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't blame Huo Zhongxiao for the accident. He said he wanted to come to school to pick him up. She decided to run to binjiangyuan first. Later, her mobile phone was broken and he couldn't contact himself. Besides, Chen Hao was the trouble she caused. Even if she didn't go out last night, he would find a chance to deal with himself sooner or later.

Huo Zhongxiao cleaned up the rest of the supper, washed his hands and came out of the bathroom. He saw her still sitting there: "don't you sleep yet?"

Ye Zhiqiu wanted to say 'wait for you', but his throat was so dry that he simply grinned at him.

When Huo Zhongxiao came over, ye Zhiqiu had opened her hands and asked for the message. Huo Zhongxiao sat down by the bed, leaned her back against the head of the bed, let her lean against her chest, and carefully pulled her hair to one side.

The night in late October was cool.

Ye Zhiqiu pulled the quilt over Huo Zhongxiao. She looked up and asked, "military exercise... Did you win?"

Huo Zhongxiao suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead. As soon as he met her, he was rejected by her: "you didn't wear a beard. You stabbed me."

"Yes?" Huo Zhongxiao touched his chin.

"And the smell of smoke is so heavy." when his throat was less painful, ye Zhiqiu continued to complain: "who said to quit smoking? Men's words are really deceptive."

"I'll take a shower."

With that, Huo Zhongxiao was about to get up.

But ye Zhiqiu held him firmly, put his head on his shoulder, murmured with a small mouth: "forget it, it's me who smoked anyway. Make do with it."

Huo Zhongxiao raised his hand and stroked her hair. After a long time, he suddenly said, "were you afraid at that time?"

"... well."

Ye Zhiqiu was sleepy and whispered with his eyes closed, "I'm not afraid to think of you later."

Huo Zhongxiao stayed with her all night in the hospital. When she left the next day, ye Zhiqiu didn't know that she was alone in bed when she woke up.

Breakfast and a post it note are already on the bedside table.

Huo Zhongxiao's characters are vigorous and powerful——

"Go back to the army first and come to see you in the evening."

Ye Zhiqiu took the post it note and felt sweet.

Huo Zhongxiao bought preserved egg and lean meat porridge. She brushed her teeth and drank porridge in bed. She drank each mouthful with relish. Although her throat was tight and painful when swallowing, it was not unbearable.

Midway, a doctor took a nurse to patrol the room and gave her a simple examination.

Ye Zhiqiu's physical quality is good. Except for those skin injuries, there is no concussion. Maybe it's because she looked too terrible when she came in. The little nurses always looked at her curiously. Ye Zhiqiu lay down and let them look at her, and returned them a brilliant smile kindly.

The nurse looked around at her and looked back at the doctor with embarrassment.

When they left, ye Zhiqiu took the disposable lunch box and continued to drink porridge. The door of the ward was pushed open. She didn't look up. She thought it was the nurse who came in to hang some drops for her. While drinking porridge, she said vaguely, "I'll finish it right away. Wait a little, or you'll hang it up for others first. It doesn't matter at last..."

The visitor stood at the end of the bed and didn't move.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up, but what she saw was not a nurse. Looking at the colored tassel shawl, her mood was empty for a moment. Then she bowed her head and ate her own food.

Han Minjing looked at the hair on Ye Zhiqiu's head and didn't speak. The mother and daughter were so deadlocked.

Before long, the hospital cleaners came in to replace the sheets, which may be the advantage of living in a single and VIP ward. The sheets are changed every day, and even the garbage will be taken away. Ye Zhiqiu squinted at the bedside table. The ashtray is spotless, and there is no cigarette butts in the trash can. Huo Zhongxiao should have cleaned up before leaving, otherwise it would not be so clean.

"Little girl, you get out of bed first and I'll change the sheets," said Aunt clean.

Ye Zhiqiu was ready to get out of bed, but found that a slipper was kicked by someone, a little far away.

Han Minjing suddenly moved when she was about to hop over on one foot. She went to the slipper and squatted down. Ye Zhiqiu saw her pick up the slipper, and then came over and put the slipper at her feet.

Staring at the shoe in a daze, when the cleaner came to lift the quilt, ye Zhiqiu came back and put his feet in.

The cleaner began to tidy up the room neatly.

Ye Zhiqiu stood close to the wall with her hands behind her. Looking from the side, she could vaguely see the bruise marks on her neck covered in the hair room. Han Minjing looked back. She saw the breakfast on the bedside table, and her hand holding the thermos box tightened.

The cleaner asked whether to throw away the porridge box.

"Throw it away -"

"No -"

They spoke almost at the same time.

Han Minjing's voice didn't have much emotion. Ye Zhiqiu didn't look at her. He just said to Aunt clean, "I haven't finished drinking. Keep it first."

"It's just junk food. Take it away." Han Minjing's voice sounded in her ear again.

Aunt clean is embarrassed. I don't know who to listen to.

Han Minjing had gone straight to the bedside table. She put the thermos box on it and glanced at the bowl of porridge: "the soup cooked at home is always more nutritious than these things."

Ye Zhiqiu didn't like the way she spoke and her attitude. She retorted: "I like porridge bought by roadside stalls. As for soup, I feel sick when I see it."

"If you don't drink, pour it out."

Ye Zhiqiu bit his lower lip from the inside and kept silent, but he held his breath in his chest.

When cleaning aunt gathered up the sheets and got out of bed, something fell on the ground with a slap, which attracted Ye Zhiqiu to look at it.

It's a lighter.

The first reaction in Ye Zhiqiu's brain should be that Huo Zhongxiao fell out of his trouser pocket while lying on his side with her last night.

Trying to pick it up, Han Minjing was one step faster than her.

It wasn't a plastic lighter bought by a roadside shop for a dollar. The lighter was engraved with soldiers in shooting posture and planes. Han Minjing looked through the lighter and found the logo of "Zippo". Ye zanwen also used a lighter filled with gas, so she knew at a glance that it was used by men.

Generally, men who use this lighter are not thirty or forty years old, but also twenty-eight or seventy-eight.

"Give me back my lighter." Ye Zhiqiu rushed to get it back.

Han Minjing held up the lighter and didn't return it to her: "where did the lighter come from and how could it be in your bed?"

"I bought it."

"You bought it? What do you buy a lighter for?"