CEO's Forced Love

Ye Zhiqiu didn't intend to let him go. She sat up straight, looked straight at Huo Zhongxiao with a pair of cat eyes, and simply mentioned the noon thing: "you said you wanted me to marry you, didn't you forget?"

Huo Zhongxiao, um, said he still remembered.

Ye Zhiqiu waited for a long time and didn't wait for the following. She had to guide a little: "then?"

Huo Zhongxiao: "

Ye Zhiqiu made persistent efforts: "now I promise."

Huo Zhongxiao pulled her arm and pulled the man back into his arms, but he turned a deaf ear to her words.

Ye Zhiqiu's face was next to his raised Adam's apple. She seemed to hear a helpless sigh. Suddenly, she felt that it was not important whether Huo Zhongxiao gave the answer or not.

Hachi Akikanji, with a sweet bubble in his heart, put his arms around the man's broad arms and said, "Huo Zhongxiao, you are shy again."

She used a positive tone.

Being held, ye Zhiqiu couldn't look up at Huo Zhongxiao's face. He only heard his voice trying to explain: "yes?"

"No?" said Ye Zhiqiu, about to break free. "Then let me go and let me see you."

She thought Huo Zhongxiao wouldn't let go, but he really let go.

But she saw it for less than two seconds, and even they didn't look at each other. He hugged himself between his arms.

It's obviously a sign of embarrassment

Ye Zhiqiu raised his mouth: "Huo Zhongxiao, you are really unreliable."

Huo Zhongxiao whispered, "where is it unreliable?"

"You said you wanted to marry me. Now it's like I'm forcing you. Where's the thick face that haunted me yesterday?"

“……”

Ye Zhiqiu mercilessly exposed his shortcomings: "sometimes I think you are an old God and look invincible, but sometimes your face is so thin that it will break with a poke. How do you stop the soldiers at the army meeting?"

Huo Zhongxiao said: "... This is not the case in the army."

"What's that like?"

Huo Zhongxiao didn't speak.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help asking, is it only shy in front of me?

Before asking, she found that Huo Zhongxiao's neck was red, connected to the root of her ear, and the big hand on her waist suddenly tightened.

Such a scene seems to go back to a long, long time ago.

When the mobile phone vibrated, ye Zhiqiu also withdrew from Huo Zhongxiao's arms.

Huo Zhongxiao looked at her with a very gentle look, and then took the mobile phone on the tea table to the balcony to answer the phone.

Ye Zhiqiu hugged her knees and looked at his tall back. After sitting for a while, she put on her slippers, stood up and went to the bathroom in the voice of Huo Zhongxiao.

Sitting on the toilet, ye Zhiqiu took the ring off the necklace and put it back into the ring finger.

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In the evening, ye Zhiqiu didn't go back to Ye's house.

After a simple bath, she was wearing Huo Zhongxiao's wide shirt, pillowed one of his arms, leaned against the head of the bed and looked at Wuthering Heights on her knee.

The book was found in the drawer of the bedside table.

The paper is not brand new. It seems that it has been turned over countless times.

Ye Zhiqiu did not ask Huo Zhongxiao whether he often came to Fengcheng in the past six years, nor did he ask him about the gunshot wound.

Those unhappy past, like the pages in her hand, now that she has turned over, she doesn't want to look back and make each other sad.

Watching, ye Zhiqiu felt sleepy.

Although her eyelids fell down, she was curious about the next plot of the novel. She didn't want to sleep and wanted to continue reading.

Huo Zhongxiao reached out to take the book, but found he couldn't move.

Ye Zhiqiu refused to let go, saying something wronged: "I don't know the following plot, I can't sleep well." as she said, she tossed and lay on his chest, with dark long hair hanging on his shoulder and bright eyes and teeth: "if you read it to me, I don't have to hold my eyelids."

Originally thought he would be uncomfortable, but Huo Zhongxiao promised very readily.

He borrowed the book and asked, "where did you see it?"

Ye Zhiqiu pointed somewhere and leaned obediently against Huo Zhongxiao's shoulder socket.

The light in the bedroom was soft, only Huo Zhongxiao's voice with little fluctuation: "the snow began to fall heavily. I held the door handle and tried again. At this time, a young man without a coat, carrying a straw rake, appeared in the back yard..."

Ye Zhiqiu's breath was full of the healthy taste of Huo Zhongxiao. It was rich but not strong, which made her relax.

"No one answered me. I looked back and saw Joseph bring a bucket of porridge to the dog, and Mrs Heathcliff leaned over to the fire and played with matches, which she had just knocked down when she put the tea pot back on the stove."

After reading this sentence, Huo Zhongxiao stopped and looked down at the quiet little woman in her arms. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes warped and breathed gently.

He folded the book aside.

The orange light shines on Ye Zhiqiu's white side face.

Huo Zhongxiao pulled away her hair scattered around her neck and looked at her quiet sleeping face, as if appreciating an extremely precious art.

After a long time, he bowed his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

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The next day, Huo Zhongxiao was going back to Fengcheng.

The phone call last night was from the army. Something happened temporarily and asked Huo Zhongxiao to go back to deal with it, even though he had applied for family leave before.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't complain. After breakfast, she sent Huo Zhongxiao to the high-speed railway station.

Before the check-in, Huo Zhongxiao hugged her. A large group of people had gathered at the check-in gate. Ye Zhiqiu leaned on his shoulder and heard him say, "go, call if you have something you can't solve. Wait until I come back."

Knowing that he was worried about running away again, ye Zhiqiu nodded gently.

When she was released, she grabbed Huo Zhongxiao's shirt cuff, looked at his dark eyes and said, "pay attention to safety on the road."

In exchange for a dragonfly kiss on the forehead.

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From the high-speed railway station, ye Zhiqiu stood at the gate for a while. Then she took out her car key and drove to the cemetery.

Han Minjing was buried in the best Fengshui cemetery in city B after her death.

When ye Zhiqiu passed by the florist, he bought a bunch of white jasmine flowers.

On the tombstone, there was a picture of Han Minjing in her twenties and twenties. She had long hair and black eyes. She was very young and beautiful. Ye Zhiqiu put the flowers aside and squatted down / looked at the picture as if she was smiling at herself. She whispered, "Mom, he came to me. I can't live like this. I'm going to be with him again."