CEO's Forced Love

A night without a dream.

When ye Zhiqiu woke up in the morning, it was already daybreak. She hummed and stayed in bed for a while, then stretched out and got up slowly.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, when I went downstairs, I couldn't help but hear the conversation from the living room.

"Maybe I'm really old and don't stick to a lot of things. Originally, I did go back to the Ye family with the idea of 'he won't make me feel better, and I won't let him feel happy'. Later, I thought it was very boring. I might as well leave like this and live a peaceful life."

Ye Zhiqiu's fingers curled slightly on the handrail of the stairs.

Qin's mother sighed and said after a while, "how can I hear that he has been dragging away from going to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce?"

Han Minjing's words implied irony: "I'm just afraid I'll take more of his property. I'm not satisfied with the divorce agreement. It's estimated that I'm busy asking his private lawyer to find a way to transfer his marital property."

"What about Qiu Qiu? Are you really going to take her to Singapore?"

"I know I'm sorry for her in the past, and I'll try my best to compensate her in the future..." Han Minjing paused and lowered her voice a little: "she's still young and can screw back on the wrong way. I don't want her to regret her life."

"Why don't you pestle here?" Qin Shisheng didn't know when he had stood behind Ye Zhiqiu.

There was no sound downstairs.

Ye Zhiqiu turned his head, looked at his chicken nest like hairstyle, and didn't admit that he was eavesdropping: "foot cramp, now it's ready, just ready."

"Oh, oh ~"

When they went downstairs side by side, ye Zhiqiu still whispered thank you to Qin Shisheng.

Qin Shisheng waved his hand carelessly and went to see his Osmanthus fragrans.

After breakfast at Qin's house, ye Zhiqiu followed Han Minjing home. Aunt Qin specially asked the driver to drive them.

Along the way, neither mother nor daughter made any communication.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the street view passing by outside the window. On the side of the road, a young mother was squatting to tie a scarf for her five or six-year-old daughter. The little girl held a marshmallow in her hand and smiled. Her mother's face also burst into a smile. Such a warm relationship never existed in Ye Zhiqiu's memory.

Since ye Zhiqiu can remember things clearly, her goal is to study hard and be an obedient and sensible child to make her mother happy.

Later, her goal was achieved, but Han Minjing still lived unhappily Cen.

In Ye Zhiqiu's mind, Han Minjing asked herself that night, if she divorced ye zanwen, would you like to live with her?

I think I really don't care about the parents at all, but sometimes I still feel happy because they affect my heart.

The car stopped at the gate of Han's house.

When the car left, Han Minjing walked in. Ye Zhiqiu suddenly shouted to her, "I have something to tell you."

Han Minjing turned around, not impatient, but asked faintly, "what's the matter?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked directly at Han Minjing. She wondered if the sun was too dazzling. When she saw Han Minjing with two white hair on her temples, she suddenly felt flustered. Her hands held tightly in her coat pocket, and all her words choked in her throat.

Seeing that she was silent, Han Minjing turned to leave.

"I'm... Talking about my boyfriend." Ye Zhiqiu opened his mouth behind her.

After a footstep, Han Minjing looked at her.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't avoid Han Minjing's eyes. Her eyes were opposite. She repeated again: "I'm talking about my boyfriend."

Silence, spread in the air.

Without waiting to question, ye Zhiqiu explained to himself: "he is thirty this year, eleven years older than me. We don't play around. When I graduate from college, we should get married."

"A 30-year-old man, if he is mature enough, will never find you."

Ye Zhiqiu was agitated, but she tried to restrain herself and calm her voice: "I liked him first and chased him."

Han Minjing's eyes flashed slightly. After listening to this sentence, her face became more and more ugly.

"I don't want to quarrel with you," Ye Zhiqiu said. "You are so opposed, but you are afraid that I will be cheated. I can assure you that he is not that kind of person. Even if there are any problems between us in the future, I won't blame others."

Han Minjing looked at Ye Zhiqiu's calm eyes for a long time before she said, "how long have you known him?"

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned. Unexpectedly, she would ask this, but she answered truthfully: "last year's new year, February."

"When you first returned home?"

"Yes."

"When were you together?" Han Minjing asked again.

"This October."

"The lighter I saw in the hospital last time is also the man's, isn't it?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't like Han Minjing's use of "that man" to describe Huo Zhongxiao. She was too contemptuous and didn't even have the most basic respect. She also heard that Han Minjing didn't accept her "boyfriend", but she still wanted to fight for herself: "nothing is absolute. What if the age difference is big? Maybe we will have contradictions, but those are not irreconcilable -"

Han Minjing interrupted her, "what does he do?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't dare to tell the truth. Thinking that Ma Ningning said last time that officers were similar to civil servants, he said, "working in government departments, deputy department level."

Han Minjing's eyes were cold: "don't you think it's strange that a man at this age who works like this hasn't been married?"

"He's divorced," Ye Zhiqiu said calmly.

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