CEO's Forced Love

With a slight force on his hand, ye Zhiqiu grabbed his hand and stared at his jaw. It was a bit of a prank at the bottom of his eyes.

She suddenly wondered how he would react if he opened his eyes and saw them holding hands?

But Huo Zhongxiao never woke up.

Ye Zhiqiu also realized that something was wrong. She leaned over and put her left hand on his shoulder to call him. The man's hot and urgent breath brushed the back of her hand.

"Huo... Uncle, are you all right?" she gently pushed Huo Zhongxiao's arm.

Across the shirt cloth, she found that his temperature was on the high side. She was just going to probe his forehead with the back of her hand. Huo Zhongxiao woke up and the black hole's eyes fell on her face.

Her just raised hand was frozen in the air. She didn't know whether to extend it or put it down.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't notice her tangled movements. His facial features showed fatigue. There was blood in his eyes. He raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, endured a headache, and looked at Ye Zhiqiu again after focusing. His low voice was a little hoarse: "what time is it now?"

"Eight o'clock is still more than ten minutes away." Ye Zhiqiu got up, walked to the bed as if nothing had happened, sat down and drank porridge.

I saw him go to the bathroom and listen to the sound of water. She suddenly found a very serious fact - he tossed with himself all night.

The spoon bit in her mouth. Ye Zhiqiu raised her head, stared at the closed bathroom door, and then saw Huo Zhongxiao come out.

She immediately eagerly gathered up: "little uncle, do you want porridge?"

Huo Zhongxiao saw the mess on the bedside table, but his throat was sore: "no, if it's all right, let's leave the hospital first."

"But I bought a double."

Ye Zhiqiu looked into his eyes and insisted, "it's a waste to throw away so much, and the porridge seller specially filled me with an extra spoonful."

Huo Zhongxiao looked back at her. He found that he had an unspeakable sense of powerlessness towards the 18-year-old girl.

Whether last night or now, for this bowl of porridge

A buzzing vibration sounded.

Ye Zhiqiu glances at his trouser pocket. Huo Zhongxiao has taken out his mobile phone. He looks at the screen and pushes open the door of the ward to go out. Obviously, he deliberately avoids her.

Through the open door, she heard his voice vaguely: "the hospital... Nothing... The key... Under the flowerpot... Go back later."

Ye Zhiqiu scooped the porridge with a spoon, but his ears pricked up to listen to the movement outside.

His tone of voice is very gentle, but judging from his words and phrases, it should not be Han Jingqiu.

But he used the word "go back" and the key. Is it true that, as Han Jingqiu said, he raised people in Binjiang garden?

She looked down at the bowl of porridge that had not been moved, and suddenly felt that it was very eye-catching.

……

After answering the phone, Huo Zhongxiao opened the door and came back. He saw her sitting there motionless, drooping her head and looking a little depressed.

He glanced at the bowl of porridge from the corner of his eye. His throat was so uncomfortable that he had no appetite, but he still walked over.

But when he reached for the spoon, ye Zhiqiu suddenly pushed his hand away.

Huo Zhongxiao looked up at her. She smiled at him and took the bowl of porridge: "Qin Shisheng called me just now. He said he would come to the hospital to pick me up. He hasn't had breakfast yet. My little uncle, didn't you say you don't want to drink? So I promised to keep it for him."

He looked at her with deep eyes, his thin lips pursed slightly, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Ye Zhiqiu stared back at him, unwilling to show weakness, holding a disposable porridge box. It was very provocative, like saying: I just don't give you a drink. I can't stand it. You hit me.

The next moment, Huo Zhongxiao had stopped. He said, "clean up and I'll pay."

When he went out, ye Zhiqiu remembered something and shouted to him, "well... Is there anything about me in the hospital..."

"I haven't had time to tell your grandpa."

Huo Zhongxiao looked vaguely at her twinkling eyes, then left, and the door closed gently behind him.

……

In a few minutes, Huo Zhongxiao came back.

Ye Zhiqiu had finished sorting out and carried a packing bag for porridge in his hand. His eyes stayed on the bag for a second and said two words: "let's go."

After taking a few steps, he found that she didn't keep up, and he looked back at her.

The eyes seemed to say, "go, what are you doing there?"

Ye Zhiqiu thought of the phone he answered and thought that even if he had a fever, she had to rush back to see *, which was as painful as swallowing a fly. She met his black eyes and pulled the corners of her lips. She smiled and didn't smile: "Qin Shisheng said to pick me up. If you have something urgent, you should go first and don't worry about me."

A few steps away from each other, Huo Zhongxiao looked at her, and she looked back quietly.

A moment later, he turned, opened the door and left.

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment. When he reacted and chased out, where was the tall and straight figure in the corridor?

Running back to the ward, she went to the window. After a while, she saw a military green horse shepherd driving out of the hospital and disappearing into the traffic.

This man

Ye Zhiqiu was angry and annoyed. He said he really left. He still had a smelly face. Didn't he drive a horse herder? Look what, I'll buy one in the future!

She took the mobile phone and pressed the keyboard with extra force. When the other end picked it up, she said with a straight face: "come to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital to pick me up. I'll give you 15 minutes."

"It takes ten minutes to cross the bridge, sister!"

"Do it yourself." then he hung up the phone directly.

Ye Zhiqiu looked down at the bowl of porridge in his hand and suddenly felt that the millet grains had eyes. He was angry: "what are you looking at? People are too lazy to drink you. I'm ashamed of you!"