CEO's Forced Love

The door shut off the noise of quarrels outside.

Ye Zhiqiu sat in his chair and heard his grandfather's angry scolding, Han Jingqiu's loud cry, and the nanny's dissuasion.

She seemed to hear Mrs. Tang's exclamation: "Uncle... Your hand..."

After a few years, she heard a similar quarrel again, but the protagonist was no longer her parents.

Somehow, suddenly, she was like the duckweed floating in the ocean. She couldn't find a point to support her balance. The whole person was at a loss. She took out her mobile phone and called Yan Yu to hear the reassuring voice, but there was a busy tone from the receiver.

Yan Yu turned it off.

Silence gradually returned outside. There was no other movement except Han Jingqiu's cry and the sound of the door falling.

Ye Zhiqiu bit her lip and felt inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart. She dialed Qin Shisheng's number and talked to him about the war that had just happened in the Han family. Finally, she added: "if you say quarrel, quarrel. Why pull me in? I didn't mean to eavesdrop at the door."

"Did you do something to make your little aunt feel that her self-esteem was damaged in front of her?"

"What can I do... Just say hello."

Ye Zhiqiu became more and more upset. He simply said goodbye to him, threw his mobile phone aside, sat up for a while, opened the door and went out.

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On the corridor, Mrs. Tang in a coat was cleaning up and sweeping the bloody glass into the dustpan.

When ye Zhiqiu saw it, his eyelids jumped and walked over: "who cut his hand?"

Mrs. Tang glanced at the closed door of Han Jingqiu's bedroom, sighed and whispered, "who else can there be, third uncle?"

"Is he hurt?" when asked, ye Zhiqiu found out how white his eyes were.

Mrs. Tang nodded and gestured on the back of her hand. She looked a little exaggerated: "there is a long and deep cut. The whole hand is red. My third uncle didn't even blink. Who can stand it if I'm an ordinary person. I don't think my uncle's cold has improved these two days. It's even worse now."

"The third young lady seems to suspect that there are people outside my uncle. The way she yells and kills is completely different from that in normal days. She is very angry with the old chief. The third uncle went out without binding his hands and taking his coat. You say, it's not easy to come back from vacation, and it's going to be like this..."

Ye Zhiqiu returned to the room again, opened the curtains and looked down. The horse shepherd at the door was gone.

Han Jingqiu's angry accusations seemed to be still in her ears.

Ye Zhiqiu falls on the bed and stares at the chandelier on the ceiling. Han Jingqiu says Huo Zhongxiao * is gone, but actually Han Jingqiu is not much better. She thinks about the intellectual beauty in the bar and the violinist Han Jingqiu brought home. Such a couple reminds her of a saying - birds of a feather.

It seems that no one is better than anyone.

The door of the room was knocked gently. Ye Zhiqiu sat up wrapped in a quilt and heard his grandfather's voice: "Huanhuan, are you asleep?"

She went to open the door and deliberately yawned, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

Seeing her like this, old Han was relieved and looked lovingly: "it's nothing. I'll come and see you and have a rest early."

"I'll push you back to your room."

Old Han shook his hand and looked at her damp hair: "remember to blow dry your hair before going to bed."

He said, paused and said, "what your aunt said just now..."

"I know she said that only when she was angry." Ye Zhiqiu smiled and bent his cat's eyes: "I didn't take it to heart."

Old Han nodded, and there was still anger in his mood: "she is more and more insolent now. Her mouth is not covered up, and the whole family is polluted by her."

On weekdays, ye Zhiqiu is happy to add fuel to the fire, but now, by the light, she glimpses the old man's gray sideburns. She can't say anything provocative. When sister-in-law Tang pushes old Han away, ye Zhiqiu closes the door of the room, she also hears the conversation between grandpa and sister-in-law Tang.

"Where's Zhong Xiao? He hasn't come back yet?"

"My uncle just called and said that he would not go home at night, so as not to make trouble with the third lady again." sister Tang explained.

Ye Zhiqiu went to bed and glanced at his mobile phone on his desk.

Late at night, her hands and feet were cold, covered in the quilt, holding her mobile phone with her fingers, opened the address book and turned to the contact part beginning with the letter 'n'.

Ye Zhiqiu stared at the unfamiliar number. It was Huo Zhongxiao's number.

He left in the middle of the night with bleeding hands and fatigue. Where would he go? Her first reaction was to think of the bar beauty.

Ordinary men, angry at the red rose, will run to the white rose for comfort.

Maybe Huo Zhongxiao is lying on the bed of white rose and accusing his wife of being unreasonable.

In her mind, a lonely side face suddenly appeared when he was sitting in the car. The scene lingered. I couldn't tell the taste of him holding her woman to sleep tonight. Therefore, she edited a text message to harass the man who might be in the gentle countryside: "little uncle."

Only three words. Until she sent it out, she couldn't understand why she did it.