CEO's Forced Love

Ye Zhiqiu judged from the words and phrases he said that he should not have come to admit his mistake, so he thought about it and decided to give it to him.

In the yard of the Han family, there was a sudden sound of opening the door. She looked at Huo Zhongxiao: "can you say it somewhere else?"

Huo Zhongxiao looked at the gate. He also heard the news. He didn't want to deal with people anymore. His sight fell on Ye Zhiqiu's face: "get in the car."

Ye Zhiqiu opened the back door and went in. He suggested, "go to the basketball court in front. There's no one there."

He didn't speak, but skillfully put into gear and restarted the car.

As soon as the car stopped, ye Zhiqiu pushed open the door, jumped down, held the garbage bag and sat down on a big rock next to the basketball court.

Then he poured all the things in the bag onto the concrete floor.

Huo Zhongxiao saw a series of childish actions through the mirror in the car.

Her dark long hair fell down along her shoulders. She hung her head and played with those things attentively. Bangs covered her eyebrows and eyes. Under the light, she was wearing a thick red short down jacket and thin light jeans. She was a little smart in her clumsiness.

She sat cross legged, as if still talking to herself, her lips gently closing.

His throat hurts terribly.

When the window came down, Huo Zhongxiao lit a cigarette, put his left elbow on the edge of the window, and stared at the bright red fiber shadow in the reflector.

……

Ye Zhiqiu waited for a while, looked up and found that Huo Zhongxiao was still in the car. He got up, patted his jeans and walked over: "don't want anything?"

The man in the car didn't say anything, just looked at her.

"Go and see for yourself. I think many of them are still new." Ye Zhiqiu said.

She glanced at the smoke between his fingers, suddenly tightened her eyebrows and said solemnly, "if you are sick, you'd better not smoke. It's bad for your health."

“……”

Finally, Huo Zhongxiao got off and put out the cigarette.

Ye Zhiqiu had already run over first and squatted beside the pile of things. He bowed his head and beat the drum while talking to the humanity behind him: "this razor can still be used. Don't throw it away?"

When she didn't hear the answer, she raised her head, her long hair back, revealing her thin white neck.

Huo Zhongxiao just came to her side.

He just lowered his head and saw Beth's neck between her black hair. His eyes stayed for two seconds, then moved away and squinted at the basketball stand next to her.

"Do you want these slippers?" Ye Zhiqiu held up a pair of 80% new men's cotton slippers and shook them in the air.

Huo Zhongxiao took a look, and then looked at other things on the ground, some of which he didn't even remember.

The girl's slender fingers picked up a peninsula iron box the size of a playing card.

"What is this?"

When ye Zhiqiu said this, she had opened the lid of the iron box and saw two bullet shells lying inside and several colorful thin wires wound in circles. She carefully took it in her hand and looked at it. Suddenly, she was interested and asked Huo Zhongxiao, "are these of any special use?"

As soon as she looked up, she found that Huo Zhongxiao had squatted next to her.

The two were close. Ye Zhiqiu noticed that his eyelashes were longer and denser than ordinary girls.

"The first time I hit the target, I looked fresh and stayed," Huo Zhongxiao played with the wires in his hand, as if he remembered his years in school: "at that time, I learned a lot of knowledge and always kept some souvenirs."

"Is your school fun?" she asked suddenly.

The girl's curious soft voice was like sticking to his eardrum. Huo Zhongxiao tilted her head and saw a pair of clear cat eyes. She squatted with her calf and her chin supported on her knees. He smelled a faint fragrance between his breathing. She tilted her head slightly and asked again, "is your school fun?"

Huo Zhongxiao didn't start without a trace. His low voice seemed to come from a distant place: "it's not fun, it's boring."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and muttered, "listen to you, I can't apply for your school in the future, otherwise I must suffer a lot of sins."

"Get up and I'll take you back."

He stood up with his hands on his knees. The light of the street lamp hit him on the shoulder and cast a large shadow on her.

"Then these things -" seeing that he didn't choose much, ye Zhiqiu felt pity and asked him sideways, "don't you want them all?"

Huo Zhongxiao had already taken what he wanted. He didn't care about the rest: "throw it away."

Ye Zhiqiu held up the peninsula iron box: "can I have this?"

For Huo Zhongxiao, the time of fresh clothes and angry horses has long passed. Especially after these years of work, she has no initial enthusiasm for these "commemorations". She was stunned to see her as a baby, but she didn't take it back. She just said faintly, "it's up to you."

"Thank you, little uncle!"

He looked down at her smiling face and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

When you are happy, respectfully call your little uncle. If you are unhappy, you will stare at you. In the Huo family, there has never been such a changeable child.

The mood of depression all day suddenly opened up a lot.