CEO's Forced Love

Han Jingqiu washed quickly, even with a trace of impatience.

Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her beautiful figure, put on the hollowed silk pajamas, and showed her white chest. It was a smooth white leg that could hide her warped / buttocks. She quickly turned a delicate makeup, sprayed a little perfume on her body, put up her long hair, put it down, put it down and tied it up again.

Finally, she chose to put her hair over her shoulders, then bare her small feet and pushed open the sliding door of the bathroom.

"Husband, I washed it."

Han Jingqiu couldn't find Huo Zhongxiao's man. Liu Mei twisted her eyebrows and whispered, "where are you going?" then she glanced at the man half lying on the sofa.

In the room, the TV is still on, flashing fluorescence.

She went over, squatted down beside the sofa and stared at his sleeping face. His right hand was placed on the corner of his eyes, his thin lips were tight, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Unlike ordinary people who were completely relaxed when sleeping, she put her hand on his chest and could imagine the strong chest across his shirt. She softly called, "husband?"

Huo Zhongxiao did not move and breathed calmly.

"Husband? Are you asleep?" Han Jingqiu leaned forward and touched his ear with lipstick.

"..." Huo Zhongxiao still didn't respond.

Han Jingqiu bit her lips and didn't want to give up. She stroked his chest with both hands, and the elastic chest / breast paste was close to his arm: "husband, get up and take a bath. If you sleep on the sofa, you will catch a cold..."

However, no matter how she touched him, he didn't wake up, and even his body didn't change.

Looking at the man who slept like a dead pig, Han Jingqiu suddenly lost her so-called sexuality as if she had been poured cold water on her head. She suddenly got up and shouted angrily at Huo Zhongxiao's sleeping appearance: "every time, do I marry you to live?"

Whether Huo Zhongxiao catches a cold without covering the quilt or not, Han Jingqiu returns to bed and nervously wraps the quilt. The resentment in her heart is a little deeper.

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The next day, ye Zhiqiu was called up early in the morning and reluctantly put on a black skirt to attend the funeral of Han's aunt.

She went downstairs. A family of three were in the living room. Ye zanwen saw her and went out of the villa with a gloomy face.

Ye Jingyu stared at her, and ye Zhiqiu stared back. Yan Lian pulled her hand, whispered a reprimand, and dragged her away.

Ye Zhiqiu sniffed, hummed, went to the kitchen to find some food to fill her stomach, and then asked Lao Li to take her to the funeral home.

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Aunt Han, a famous professor in the field of education, has passed away. In addition to her relatives and friends, many students have come.

When ye Zhiqiu arrived, he accidentally knocked over a wreath, which attracted a lot of attention.

She stayed in Vancouver for six years, during which she didn't return. The Korean family present didn't recognize her immediately, but whispered while looking at her curiously.

Ye Zhiqiu followed the others and went to offer incense to Han's aunt.

He stepped forward, inserted the incense into the tripod stove and looked closely at the stern old woman with black frame glasses in the photo. While no one was paying attention here, ye Zhiqiu made a face at the black-and-white photo, then disdainfully glanced at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly noticed two burning eyes fixed on her.

With a jump in his heart, ye Zhiqiu subconsciously turned his head and looked at a pair of dark eyes across several landing flower baskets.

By a door in the corner, there stood a man in a black suit and white shirt. His face was three-dimensional. He looked straight with his eyes. His deep eyes seemed to capture people's soul. There was a cigarette between his fingers.

Ye Zhiqiu was afraid of being caught for doing bad things, and she later recognized him. It was the man who repaired his car yesterday.

Someone ran over and spoke in his ear. Ye Zhiqiu only saw him bow his head, move the corners of his mouth, say a few words to each other, and then walk away together.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he suddenly turned his head again, and his interested eyes fell on her.