CEO's Forced Love

The morning sun came in through the window.

Mr. Ye sat on the seat and put a crutch next to him. Although his temples were white, he was still hale and hearty, his spine was very straight, and his eyes were clear and sharp. He was not useless for an old man at all. Two years ago, he retired to the second line and lived a leisurely life at home.

"Yesterday, Lao Li said that he didn't receive you at the airport. Where have you been? Grandpa asked his aunt to cook your favorite dishes."

Ye Jiming pretended to be angry and raised his face on the floor, but everyone present heard the care and love in his tone.

"I have a friend who came home with me. I think uncle Li hasn't come, so he took her car and left." Ye Zhiqiu smiled.

"How could it be?" Ye Jiming said, "before I went out to play chess with Grandpa Xie, Mingming told Lao Li to wait at the airport after lunch."

"Dad." Yan Lian suddenly said.

She glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, who was drinking milk, pulled off her lips and explained: "yesterday afternoon, zanwen's company was short of cars. I asked Lao Li to go."

Ye zanwen followed, "that's what I mean."

The tone was a little urgent, for fear that if he spoke slowly, ye Jiming would spread the fire on Yan Lian.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyes and looked at the man opposite. After almost six years, ye zanwen had not changed much, but there were a few more fine lines in the corners of his eyes and the elegance of a successful businessman. He didn't look like a heartbroken man. Indeed, he was infatuated, but he was only infatuated with Yin Lian.

Hearing that he was protecting Yin Lian, ye Zhiqiu put down the cup, pulled up the corners of his lips, smiled far fetched, and said to Ye Jiming, "Grandpa, forget it."

Ye zanwen frowned.

"No, it's about a car. I also think my little mother didn't mean it. Who is willing to give people the blame for the stepmother's harsh treatment of the original child."

Yan Lian was stiff and her eyes were red. In that way, when she was wronged, tears were about to fall out.

For junior three, I'm afraid the words "little Mom" are the most important.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at her sarcastically, holding the old man's hand and shaking it coquettishly: "I know your mind, wouldn't it be good?"

The old man's face slowed slightly: "did you get your driver's license? It's your 18th birthday in a few days. Let your father buy you a good car at that time."

Ye zanwen didn't answer and obviously didn't want to buy the car.

Ye Jiming glanced at his son, snorted coldly, patted Ye Zhiqiu's hand, and said in a loving tone: "if your father doesn't want to, Grandpa Qian will give out. Grandpa still has this savings."

"Dad, I don't mean that." ye zanwen said, "Zhiqiu came back this time to go to the funeral. He didn't stay long. He bought a car and put it in the garage as a decoration."

"Why didn't I know you were so frugal?" Ye Jiming blacked his face, put down his chopsticks, took his crutch and got up.

Yan Lian hurriedly said, "Dad, you haven't eaten much..."

"What else to eat? I'm afraid someone already thinks my old man is out of the way."

Yan Lian pulled her husband's sleeves and wanted to say something, but ye Jiming turned and called Ye Zhiqiu: "Qiuqiu, when you're full, go for a walk with Grandpa."

When they came to the door, ye Jiming said, "Grandpa's things are yours. Others can't get a penny."

The door of the villa closed.

Ye Jingyu looked at ye zanwen, who looked unhappy, sucked his nose and cried, "Dad, look at her. As soon as you come back, say that, mom."

"Quiet, don't talk nonsense!" Yan Lian coldly stopped her daughter.

Thinking of what ye Jiming said, ye Jingyu left the spoon and went upstairs angrily.

Ye zanwen took his wife's hand, touched her cool fingers with the warm palm and clenched it tightly: "I've wronged you these years."

Yan Lian shook her head and held his hand, with a smile on her lips: "grievance is not enough. I'm sorry, elder sister. Zhiqiu should hate me."

Ye zanwen frowned and said, "as soon as aunt Han's funeral comes out, I'll let the evil animal go back to Vancouver. I said I won't let you suffer more from the evil animal."

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While walking, ye Jiming met an old friend on the way. They were interested and ran to the nearby park to play chess.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't follow.

The weather in two months, even if the sun is shining, is still cold enough to make people tremble.

She didn't expect to take a walk. She was only wearing a high collar sweater. Her hands were stiff with cold. She rubbed her arms and ran back to the villa. She opened the door and changed her shoes upstairs. She wanted to get a hot water bag. When she passed the study, the door opened. Ye zanwen stood at the door with a cold face: "you come in."

Ye Zhiqiu picked her eyebrows, followed her in and closed the study door.

Ye zanwen threw a check on his desk and said in a deep voice, "I've asked the Secretary to book the ticket back to Vancouver for you. The funeral is tomorrow. You take the flight back at 6 p.m. three days later. I won't remit the money for you this time. Take the check with you, which is enough for your expenses for three years there."

Staring at the one million dollar check, ye Zhiqiu smiled to herself. Ye zanwen really didn't criticize her in this regard.

Maybe she's afraid that she won't spend enough money. Will she roll back to B city to disturb his happy life?

"What if I don't want to go?"

Ye zanwen tightened his eyebrows, and ye Zhiqiu smiled at the way he was going to attack: "boss ye, you are too old to even joke."

She took the check and Yang shook it in the air: "thank you."

When he turned to go out, ye zanwen's voice sounded behind him: "where did you go last night, why didn't you go home for dinner?"

"Dinner with friends."