CEO's Forced Love

After coaxing Huo nianyan to sleep, Jane Huan gently closed the door and came out.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening, but she was not sleepy. She simply sat cross legged on the sofa watching TV.

The fluorescence of the TV screen is reflected on Jane Huan's face, but she doesn't see much. She just thinks about her mind. Suddenly, the sofa around her sinks. She tilts her head. Ye Zhiqiu takes a bag of potato chips and overlaps her slender white legs. "Why don't you sleep?"

"You haven't slept yet?" Jane replied with a light smile.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at her with a gentle style: "am I the same as you? At twelve o'clock, my nightlife has just begun!"

Jane Huan stopped answering, but leaned against the back of the sofa and stared at the TV screen.

After a long time, Jian Huan's hoarse voice sounded, "Zhiqiu, I'm going to divorce."

Ye Zhiqiu chewed potato chips slowly and turned his head. Obviously, he didn't believe the news he heard.

It's not easy for Jane Huan to say the word "divorce" with her feelings for Yan Jingshen. Once she thought that even if she put a knife around Jane Huan's neck, Jane Huan was not willing to sign the divorce agreement. But now, she even offered to divorce.

"Why?" Ye Zhiqiu still couldn't help it. "Are you going to make way for your cousin?"

Jane Huan's left hand stroked her left ankle. There was a piece of wound ointment on it, with a smile on her lips: "I just think it's over."

Ye Zhiqiu was silent.

"Since he doesn't love me anymore, is it interesting for me to tie him to myself? It's better to stop."

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The apartment bedroom, with orange lights, is very clear in the middle of the night.

Yan Jingshen closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa in the living room. His cold facial features were blurred in the hazy light.

"What's the matter today? I'm in a bad mood?" the woman sat down beside him while tying the strap of her nightgown.

She looked at his frown, as if she was restless. When she saw him motionless, her confusion became deeper and deeper.

Although Yan Jingshen is not gentle in bed, he has never been so rampant as tonight, just venting, just like a machine, but no matter how she flatters him, she didn't release it in the end. She has been with him for so many years, which is the first time.

Ling Ling put her hand on his shoulder: "what happened?"

Over the years, no matter how the women around Yan Jingshen changed, she was not replaced, thanks to her security.

She was two years older than Yan Jingshen, and it was a pure coincidence that she met him. At that time, she was still the stage lady of a night general meeting in city B. when she got off work, she found that the drunken Yan Jingshen was being beaten by people. Later, she saved him, and then she went back to Fengcheng with him.

It can be said that she witnessed how the big boy went from depression to success.

Now Yan Jingshen occasionally comes to her. He has never treated her badly in his daily expenses.

"Is there something wrong with the company?" Ling Ling asked with concern.

Yan Jingshen's eyes closed, like a petrified statue, only his chest fluctuated gently up and down.

Ling Ling jokingly asked: "or... Whose famous flower do you like? You look like a resentful woman abandoned by others..."

Before she had finished speaking, her evil eyes had looked at her and frightened her to shut her mouth immediately.

Yan Jingshen leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes wearily, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking.

Ling Ling sat beside him quietly. Her eyes fell on his chest. Her wheat skin and semi covered Nightgown vaguely saw a Datura tattoo. She had noticed it before, but she never asked. Now, she unexpectedly stretched out her hand to touch it.

Just as her hand reached half way, Yan Jingshen held it and shook it away without pity.

She was unstable, and the whole person fell on the sofa. Seeing that he looked angry, she quickly explained, "I just want to see the tattoo."

Tattoo

Yan Jingshen's expression was in a trance.

"I didn't look very carefully before. Few men can stab flowers." Ling Ling said carefully.

Yan Jingshen lowered his head and stared at his chest through his open nightgown.

What came to his mind was 18-year-old Jian Huan. At that time, the Yan family had an accident and no company was willing to want him. In the days when he was most short of money, he had to go to the construction site. Every day, Jian Huan would send him meals. Once she was careless and her left ankle was accidentally pierced by steel bars.

Her leg was saved, but she left an ugly scar on her ankle.

He suddenly clearly remembered Jane Huan's eyes as red as rabbits. She nestled in his arms and whispered, "how ugly!"

She said scars were not good-looking, so he went to many tattoo shops; She said she was afraid of pain, so he never turned back to accompany her.

The past love was like a sharp sword, which was fiercely inserted into his heart, making him out of breath in pain.