CEO's Forced Love

The funeral ceremony was over at 1 p.m.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't go back to Ye's house with ye zanwen and his family. Instead, in Han Jingqiu's dissatisfied eyes, he promised his grandfather to stay at Han's house for two days.

"Where's Zhongxiao?" Han asked when he was about to leave.

"It seems that I met someone I know just now. I should talk in some corner. I'll find it."

Han Lao found his granddaughter's soul wandering around him and said with concern, "Why are you absent-minded? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"No." Ye Zhiqiu covered the blanket on his leg for the old man and smiled: "I was thinking about things just now. I was too focused. I was distracted by carelessness."

"What do you want to say to Grandpa?"

Ye Zhiqiu turned his eyes and pretended to be curious: "listening to my little uncle's accent, it's not like we're from this city. I'm guessing where he comes from."

Han Lao smiled and was quite satisfied with the son-in-law: "just ask him yourself."

"But I don't think my little uncle likes me very much." she sighed faintly and muttered seriously, "I don't know where to offend him."

"Net blind thinking, how old is your little uncle, and still quarrel with you as a child?"

Ye Zhiqiu Shuer squatted in front of old Han, climbed the old man's arm and said coquettishly, "if my little uncle doesn't like me to speak ill of me, I don't care. Grandpa, you have to stand on my side."

Just then, an army green horse shepherd stopped next to them.

"Dad, I didn't ask the serviceman to pick me up. Let's go back in Zhongxiao's car." Han Jingqiu pushed open the co pilot's door and came down.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up and saw the man get off the bus and come over. She skillfully lowered her eyes and tried to reduce her sense of existence.

Old Han said, "Qiuqiu will go back with us."

This was deliberately said to him.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't hear Huo Zhongxiao answer, but Han Jingqiu said, "husband, you take your father to the car, and I'll put the wheelchair behind."

Han Jingqiu pushed Han Lao to the side of the car. Ye Zhiqiu followed, and then a tall figure came. She smelled the smell of fresh and dry tobacco, subconsciously stepped aside, watched him pick up Grandpa and bend over to the car. From beginning to end, he didn't look at her.

When the car was driving on the road, Han Jingqiu talked to Huo Zhongxiao from time to time, but only ten sentences could get a few words.

"I'm tired of talking to you." Han Jingqiu muttered, simply closed his eyes and covered his scarf on his face.

Mr. Han closed his eyes after getting on the bus.

The car became quiet instantly, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was particularly clear.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up and looked at the man driving ahead. In the rearview mirror, she saw his thin lips, meticulous, which made her feel mean.

Then he suddenly reached out and turned the rearview mirror.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't see his face. Instead, he stared at the back of his head as if to poke a hole in him. This time, he didn't respond.

She was vaguely proud, but there was some inexplicable annoyance.

There was a box of paper towels on the seat. She drew two, rubbed them into a ball and threw them at him. The paper towel ball fell, but he still ignored it.

Ye Zhiqiu was just playing tricks on him, but seeing him like this, she turned angry with her worries at the bottom of her heart. Sometimes, people's brains were pumping out, and it was easy to make some inexplicable moves. She suddenly rubbed off her suede short boots, and her little feet in black silk stockings kicked his long legs through the gap between the door and the seat.

The toe just touched his body, and the next moment, his ankle was firmly fastened.

The strange touch made her face turn red suddenly. I really didn't expect him to do such a move. The strength of buckle at the ankle was not small. Through the thin silk stockings, she even felt the temperature from the palm of his hand, a heart beating, hands ten fingers, and grabbed the seat cushion under the tight fitting.

Then, the strength at his ankle disappeared, he released his hand, and the speed remained unchanged.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't dare to mess around again. He honestly retracted his feet, put on his boots with a red face, bent over and cursed in a low voice: "stink *!"

The man in front still didn't respond.

When Han Jingqiu was about to arrive at Han's house, she was awakened by a phone call. She said that the music center had something temporary and needed her to go.

"Husband, stop by the side of the road. I'll just take a taxi."

Ye Zhiqiu leaned against the back seat and crossed his legs. He thought he would say, "I'll take you there first." as a result, he didn't say anything. He stopped the car directly next to the stop sign.

It's really a man who doesn't understand amorous feelings.