CEO's Forced Love

After supper, ye Zhiqiu returned to the guest room. Qin's mother brought her a set of her own pajamas and brand-new underwear / trousers.

When the hot water in the shower head is sprinkled, the whole shower room has a pungent smell of gasoline.

Ye Zhiqiu was choked with smoke. He rubbed his hair five or six times with shampoo and used more than half of the bottle of shower gel to make sure the taste was gone.

Wrapped a bath towel and rubbed it against the bed.

When she lifted the quilt, she glanced at the shopping bag on the TV cabinet. She made a move and turned her head to look at it.

The words "Wuzhou convenience store" broke into her sight.

Qin's mother should have brought it in for her.

Lying in the soft quilt, ye Zhiqiu couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about what happened at the gas station tonight.

I wonder if those gangsters were taken away by the police

Huo Zhongxiao's glance at her before driving away always appeared in her brain from time to time. Ye Zhiqiu recalled that he didn't seem to have dinner, and his back scapula was injured, as well as the toiletries in the shopping bag... She took her mobile phone from the bedside table and clicked the icon of call record.

A strange number lay there quietly and missed the call.

Staring at the 11 digits for a long time, she pressed twice on her mobile phone, switched to "new contact", entered the words "little uncle" and pressed the OK key.

Lost his cell phone, turned over and lay on the bed with his eyes closed. After a while, he suddenly sat up.

She opened her address book, turned it down a little, and found her "little uncle" at the end. It looked abrupt and strange with her friend's name.

After thinking about it, she changed 'little uncle' into a word - [he].

"It still seems strange..."

She muttered in a low voice and went through the call records. Sure enough, it was imaginative and quickly edited the contact.

Finally, Huo Zhongxiao became "who is that" in her address book.

This is the head office?!

Ye Zhiqiu lay in bed with her hands and feet open, but after a while, she took her cell phone again.

It should be normal for people to send text messages to care about her in order to save her from injury?

Lying on the pillow, with her feet tilted, her white fingers skillfully came and went on the keyboard and made up a short message.

[uncle, have you rested? I'm Ye Zhiqiu.]

After pressing the send button, she began to regret. Now nearly early in the morning, if he had fallen asleep, didn't she wake him up again?

Staring at the dark screen, I haven't replied for 15 minutes.

Did you really fall asleep?

Ye Zhiqiu put his cell phone back on the bedside table, folded his hands on his lower abdomen and closed his eyes, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling without any sleep. From time to time, she looked sideways at the mobile phone. She wanted it to vibrate, but she was afraid of it.

A very contradictory psychology.

I don't know how long later, when she was sleepy, her mobile phone hummed and vibrated, and the fluorescence of the screen lit up a corner of the bedside.

Ye Zhiqiu leaned over and took her mobile phone to her. An unread text message was displayed on the screen. She clicked it. It was sent by Huo Zhongxiao.

[I was just taking a bath. What's up?]

She looked at his reply and thought that if this sentence came out of his mouth, it should be a low and gentle voice.

Maybe, with a cold nasal sound and hoarseness.

Ye Zhiqiu leaned against the head of the bed with her mobile phone. She couldn't tell her mood at the moment. It was subtle and helpless.

Don't forget to have dinner, and remember to deal with the wound on your shoulder

After writing, she felt that the tone was wrong. She added the word "little uncle" at the beginning and sent it only after it was confirmed to be correct.

I got a reply soon this time.

Ye Zhiqiu opened the door and there was only one word -- [HMM.]

After that, there was no response from the mobile phone.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had disturbed him. She also began to guess that the text message he replied was short and obviously didn't want to talk more. Was it because Han Jingqiu had come back from a business trip?

If that's true, isn't it funny to send text messages now?

How often do couples get together? If you get together, it's strange that people will give you a good attitude. It's polite to reply to you

On this thought, ye Zhiqiu fell on the bed, covered his head with a quilt and turned back and forth. Suddenly, he felt as stupid as a pig.

Out of sight is clean. She turned off her cell phone and threw it away.