CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao pulled her away from himself and patted her hip like a kitten. His voice was gentle: "get up first, I'll put the hair dryer away."

"Just put it on the bedside table?" Ye Zhiqiu didn't let him go and wrapped it up like an octopus.

"Say so many words, the throat is not uncomfortable?"

He suddenly reminded Ye Zhiqiu that his throat was dry and painful. Subconsciously, he let go of him and touched his neck.

Huo Zhongxiao took the opportunity to stand up. He went to the wardrobe, rewound the hair dryer and put it back. He closed the cabinet door and turned around. The person who was still in bed had quietly floated behind him like a ghost.

"Did you take a bath before you came to the hospital?"

When looking down, ye Zhiqiu only went to Huo Zhongxiao's chin. If she wanted to look at him, she had to raise her head.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't deny it. He looked down on her cartoon pajamas, and his magnetic voice was a little low: "Why are you so close... Path"

"Guess --"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly looked like the local ruffians who flirted with good family women in the ancient costume film. He came up to Huo Zhongxiao and sniffed, winked at him, then tiptoed to blow in his ear, forgot his broken Tongluo voice, smashed it and said, "it's really fragrant ~ there's no smoke at all."

Huo Zhongxiao didn't speak or move, but his eyes were so gentle that they could turn into water.

"I haven't seen you for many days. It seems that I've lost a lot of weight." Ye Zhiqiu raised his right hand and clenched it: "there's only a handful of bones left."

With that, she bowed her head and kissed Huo Zhongxiao's thin and slender fingers.

Then raise your eyes and pay attention to the look on his face. Move the pink lip up and gently print it on the wound between his wrists. You can feel that the arm muscles under his lips are slightly tightened.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Zhiqiu loosened Huo Zhongxiao's big hand and slowly approached him: "what training, and let the chief of staff go into battle himself?"

“……”

Her lower abdomen touched the hard belt buckle, and her lower body was firmly attached to Huo Zhongxiao's body, trapping him between herself and the wardrobe: "The police uncle said that Chen Hao himself called for help and led them to the past, because Chen Hao said he couldn't stand the smell in the toilet. You said that the man was lack of morality. He found the criminals and didn't report them to the police station, but tied them in the smelly public toilet. I didn't know. I thought he was malicious retaliation."

"It's wrong for someone to help the police solve the case?" Huo Zhongxiao suddenly said.

Make you bored, pretend, continue to pretend!

Ye Zhiqiu leaned against his shoulder and played with the belt around his waist: "yes, of course, I just think that man is tired of small bellied chicken intestines."

Huo Zhongxiao: "

"Don't you think so? You still play sneak attacks on people behind their backs. I don't know if you can't beat Chen Hao, so you don't dare to face him up?"

Before the voice fell, ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed, and the man had been pressed on the wardrobe by a beep.

Huo Zhongxiao's tall figure almost enveloped her.

He grabbed her little hand that just took the belt with one hand and supported the wardrobe behind her with the other hand. He didn't speak, but looked at her with dark eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little shy, but his mouth was still hard, but his voice went down: "Why are you so reactive? I didn't say you..."

Huo Zhongxiao didn't answer.

So they stood close to the wardrobe for a long time.

Ye Zhiqiu inadvertently raised her head and looked at each other. There, deep, steep and gentle, maybe there were more feelings, enough for her to blush and her heart beat faster.

Huo Zhongxiao suddenly lowered his head and leaned over slowly.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed, and his small hands behind him turned into fists. An idea hovered in his mind: is he going to kiss me?

Thinking of the separation these days, this is the first kiss since goodbye. Ye Zhiqiu cooperatively closes his eyes.

Huo Zhongxiao stopped and saw her eyelashes trembling slightly, squinting and pouting. He thought of the picture of little pink pig eager to arch cabbage and inexplicably wanted to laugh. In fact, he really smiled and gave a short smile from his nose.

Ye Zhiqiu waited for a long time. Instead of waiting for a romantic kiss, he waited for a low smile.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, her forehead was bounced. It hurt so much that she bared her teeth, covered the place where it hurt and complained: "why did you hit me?"

Even if you don't kiss, hit her. This man

"Well, forget the pain."

Huo Zhongxiao finished this sentence lightly, took back his arm on her side, and turned to enter the next bathroom.

Still loaded?

Ye Zhiqiu bumped up and stopped at the door. He opened his hands and held the door frame: "I haven't kissed yet. After kissing, I'll --"

Before the word "go" was spoken, a warm touch came from her lips, and her slender waist was held in her arms by a strong force. Then her teeth were pressed open with the tip of her tongue. The moist flexibility broke into her mouth. The palpitations caused by the contact of her two tongues were so real, but there was a long lost trance.

The smell of their contact was chaotic. Huo Zhongxiao bent his head, as if he had been depressed for a long time, kissed her and put her against the open door of the bathroom.

Ye Zhiqiu responded very actively.