CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao lives in a single ward. Ye Zhiqiu opens the door and goes in. He is sleeping with his eyes closed.

Yao lie explained in a low voice next to her: "when taking out the grenade fragments and suturing the wound, he used anesthetics. The effect hasn't passed yet. He should wake up later."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes subconsciously fell on Huo Zhongxiao's right arm wrapped in bandage.

In fact, not only his arm, but also his left cheek was covered with gauze.

Lu Hanyan has been quietly following Ye Zhiqiu. Now she is timidly looking at the people on the hospital bed. When Yao lie talks to Ye Zhiqiu, she also pricks up her ears and listens carefully.

When Yao lie closes the door and exits, the little girl weakly asks Ye Zhiqiu, "Qiuqiu, won't Huo Zhongxiao die?"

Lu Hanyan has never seen a real grenade, but when Lu Jinyan plays the game, she often watches. Those who are blown up by the bomb in the game will die.

Ye Zhiqiu looked down at her big black eyes and smiled: "No."

Huo Zhongxiao's chest injury left a certain shadow in Ye Zhiqiu's heart, so that every time she heard Huo Zhongxiao's injury, she subconsciously thought about the worst.

On the way here, for a moment, she even thought that if Huo Zhongxiao really had a big event, she would not live.

The burning out of a raw flame is just a thought.

Ye Zhiqiu patted Xialu Hanyan on the shoulder, motioned the little girl to sit on the sofa, and walked to Yi by the hospital bed.

Even when he was asleep, Huo Zhongxiao's eyebrows were slightly locked.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were fixed on his right arm again. He couldn't help thinking whether it was very painful. Otherwise, how could he frown after the anesthetic?

Such a thought made her feel uncomfortable.

She didn't know what happened at the scene of the explosion and didn't ask Yao lie in detail, but she could imagine what a shocking scene it was.

Ye Zhiqiu sat in a chair. She looked down at Huo Zhongxiao's hand by the bed.

After a while, he reached out and held his hand.

This hand is still very big. Its hard joints seem to be thinner and its skin is darker.

In addition to his arm, there are large and small wounds on his big hand.

Ye Zhiqiu quietly opens his chair and tells Lu Hanyan to stay in the ward. He goes out and asks the nurse for normal saline, iodine and cotton swabs. When she comes back, Lu Hanyan is lying at the head of the bed, holding his chin in his two small hands and looking at Huo Zhongxiao. His small face is full of novelty and concern.

When Lu Hanyan stretched out her little finger to touch the gauze on Huo Zhongxiao's face, ye Zhiqiu stopped her.

The little girl saw her cousin shaking her head at herself, retracting her fingers, and obediently sitting on the sofa with her hands on her knees.

Ye Zhiqiu began to help Huo Zhongxiao deal with the wound on her hand. She took Huo Zhongxiao's hand and raised her eyes to see him from time to time for fear that one might hurt him carelessly.

She cleaned the wound carefully, disinfected the wound with a cotton swab stained with normal saline, and then applied iodine.

The man's hand is very dry. Ye Zhiqiu holds it gently and feels the warmth from his palm.

When the wound was covered with brown iodine, ye Zhiqiu couldn't help thinking. In fact, it didn't matter if he didn't save the soldier, because no one would blame him, but in the end, he risked his life to pull down the other party. Although Yao lie didn't say it clearly, she heard that if he got closer, Huo Zhongxiao's arm might be gone.

What was in his mind when he chose to save people?

Ye Zhiqiu felt that he wouldn't be himself anyway, otherwise he wouldn't pull so decisively.

The big hand she held suddenly moved a little.

Ye Zhiqiu was nervous. She thought she hurt Huo Zhongxiao when she was distracted. She lightened her hand a little. When she was ready to change the cotton swab, the big hand turned over and clasped her hand.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at the head of the bed. He had deep eyes. He didn't know when he woke up. He was looking at her for a moment.

Seeing that she found out, Huo Zhongxiao squeezed out a faint smile.

He clenched the soft little hand in his palm, and his magnetic voice was hoarse: "I thought I was dreaming."

Ye Zhiqiu pinched the back of his hand heavily and asked him fiercely, "do you still think it's a dream?"

Huo Zhongxiao deepened the arc of his mouth, didn't speak, and still stared at her with affectionate eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu looked down at his thin dry lips, "I'll pour you a glass of water." he was about to withdraw his hand, but Huo Zhongxiao didn't put it away. He stubbornly held it without any language, but she still felt the feelings flowing between them.

Ye Zhiqiu instinctively turned her head to look at Lu Hanyan on the sofa. The little girl had fallen asleep.

Her attempt to break free slowed down.

Huo Zhongxiao stared at Ye Zhiqiu with low eyebrows and eyes. His thick black eyelashes sprinkled two butterfly wing shadows on her face. He whispered, "did Yao lie tell you?"

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyelashes and looked back at him. His words were full of discontent: "don't I have the right to know?"

Huo Zhongxiao wanted to laugh again. Ye Zhiqiu was annoyed that he didn't take his body seriously, so he didn't intend to pay attention to him even if his hand was still held by him.

Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her beautiful face was hazy in the afterglow of the sun leaking into the window. Huo Zhongxiao saw her worry and suddenly wanted to touch her head, but his right arm was injured and it was a little hard to prop up his body with one hand. He simply extended his big hand to Ye Zhiqiu, and his eyes became more and more gentle: "come, give me a hand."