CEO's Forced Love

Along the way, ye Zhiqiu looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, holding the ten fingers of the steering wheel tightly with both hands, revealing her uneasy mood.

Lu Hanyan looked much better, but his breathing was still a little urgent. He half closed his eyes, looked at the driver's seat, and weakly shouted 'Qiuqiu'.

"Rouge rouge, you'll be in the hospital soon." Ye Zhiqiu speeds up.

A man's deep and powerful voice came from the back seat: "drive slowly and pay attention to safety. The child is OK now."

Ye Zhiqiu made a gentle "um" sound, and Ben's heart fell to the ground. She stopped driving and calmed down. She wondered why he took these first-aid measures.

Huo Zhongxiao seemed to see through her mind and took the initiative to say, "my mother has asthma. My father is busy at work and worried about her accident. The family learned how to take care of asthma patients."

Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer, because when she calmed down, she found that their relationship seemed to stick together again.

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hospital.

Lu Hanyan is surrounded by doctors and nurses to promote emergency room treatment.

Ye Zhiqiu sat in the corridor with lingering palpitations. Her T-shirt was wet with sweat. Her eyes kept paying attention to the white cloth window in the emergency room.

Just now, she called Ye Zhimin.

She took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag and smoked one to ignite. When she was looking for a lighter, the cigarette between her fingers was taken away.

At the foot is a pair of dark camel casual leather shoes and straight trouser legs.

Ye Zhiqiu raised her face and saw Huo Zhongxiao holding a stack of payment bills. Her other hand was still holding a lighter.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't expect to see this scene. He was holding the lady's fine cigarette. At the moment, he was no longer her lover, but a strict elder. With a cold face, he questioned her: "haven't you quit? Did I say before that smoking and drinking are not allowed

Ye Zhiqiu stood up and grabbed the cigarette: "you said it was before. Now you can't control me. Give me the cigarette back."

"Now I can't say you?"

Unable to grab the cigarette, ye Zhiqiu refused to admit defeat and contradicted: "don't take the elder's airs and scold me. You didn't treat me as a junior when you were in bed."

“……”

Huo Zhongxiao's face suddenly changed because of her. He couldn't say anything to refute. He threw the cigarette into the dustbin.

"Don't touch cigarettes again," he said with a consistent commanding tone.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't think so. She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. Today, she was wearing jeans shorts. Such a tilt exposed her delicate skin and Bai Xi's thighs.

Huo Zhongxiao frowned, blocked the eyes of several passing men, and whispered, "put your legs down."

She glanced at him obliquely, still went her own way, and tied up her hair on her shoulders, revealing her slender and elegant neck like a swan.

Over there, the doctor has come out.

Ye Zhiqiu hurried forward and asked about Lu Hanyan's condition.

"No big problem. Fortunately, the first aid measures are done well, but to be safe, I'd better stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."

The doctor said, looking at Huo Zhongxiao standing next to him, he explained a few more words: "as parents, especially for children with congenital deficiencies like your daughter, you should pay special attention to diet, avoid cold and spicy, and don't make similar mistakes in the future."

Huo Zhongxiao listened carefully and just wanted to thank the doctor. Ye Zhiqiu said, "you misunderstood. He's not the child's father."

The doctor was stunned and embarrassed.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the man beside him. Seeing his ugly face, he felt inexplicably happy and smiled at the doctor: "I'll go in and see the child."

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Rou Rou looks a little weak. Lying in the hospital bed, she tells Ye Zhiqiu in a soft little voice that she is thirsty and wants to drink apple juice.

"The doctor said you can only drink boiled water now."

Ye Zhiqiu has learned from ye Zhimin that the barbecues were cooked by Lu Hanyan in the name of giving her food. She got up early in the morning, sat on the bench happily and baked them by herself. She also painted all kinds of sauces very carefully. If she knew that they had finally entered her own stomach, ye Zhimin would not bring them to her.

When he learned that he could only drink the white Lu Hanyan, he was a little wronged, but he nodded skillfully, and his little head looked out: "where's my aunt?"

"Maybe I'm gone." Ye Zhiqiu answered faintly.

Lu Hanyan said "Oh" in disappointment, secretly glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, saw that she was not angry, and whispered, "in fact, I still like my aunt and grandpa."

"At a young age, I know what I like."

Ye Zhiqiu flicked her forehead and took the hot kettle: "I'll fetch you water."

There is no Huo Zhongxiao in the corridor. It should be time to go. Ye Zhiqiu said silently in his heart. Otherwise, why stay here.

She made a pot of hot water and bought Lu Hanyan a cartoon cup in the nearby supermarket.

Back to the ward, he pushed open the door and saw the man sitting by the bed. Lu Hanyan had slept with fine snoring. Huo Zhongxiao half lay down by the bed and took a nap. His hands firmly held Han Yan's right hand. The curtain beside the window was blown open by the wind, and the afternoon sun came in. The light gold shrouded them.

She looked at the man's broad arms, and the memories of the past flashed in her brain, as if she had brought her back to the night they first met many years ago