CEO's Forced Love

Before getting on the bus, Huo Zhongxiao noticed the bag held by Ye Zhiqiu. In the end, she didn't lose any of those things.

"Littering is too unscrupulous. I'll throw it away when I take it back." he glanced at him and sat in the car.

Through the window, Huo Zhongxiao looked at the vague figure. Before he opened his mouth to ask, he had been scolded by her insinuation. He was a man of vengeance.

It's only a two minute walk from the basketball court to Han's house, not to mention driving.

When the car stalled, ye Zhiqiu didn't hurry down. He turned and asked the man next to him, "little uncle, do you go back to Binjiang garden to sleep tonight?"

Huo Zhongxiao looked at her and said, "now my friend lives in that house. It's inconvenient for me to stay there at night."

friend?

"Which friend? Is it the aunt I saw in the bar that night?" she asked for advice with an open mind and shouted 'aunt'.

Huo Zhongxiao's eyes fell on her face. For a moment, he couldn't understand the content. He didn't answer her question, but issued an expulsion order: "get off."

Ye Zhiqiu opens her mouth and wants to talk——

"Get off."

Looking at his inhumane side face, ye Zhiqiu pursed the corners of her mouth, got off with a large bag of things, and deliberately closed the door very hard.

When she came to the door, she suddenly turned back, and the horse shepherd had driven away.

……

Ye Zhiqiu entered the house, went upstairs to his room, looked down at the bag of "garbage", and finally opened the wardrobe, put the bag at the bottom and covered it with a few clothes.

As for the peninsula iron box, because she liked it, she took it out alone and put it in her bag.

After taking his pajamas, ye Zhiqiu went to the bathroom to wash.

Just after walking out of the room, Han Jingqiu happened to open the door and called, "well... I'm going down. I won't drive. I'll take your car."

At the moment, Han Jingqiu dressed up specially and disappeared the hot and embarrassed shadow in the evening.

The black A-shaped skirt with fine vertical stripes, the milk white turtleneck sweater, and a khaki windbreaker are put on the outside. The long hair is hot into a micro roll. The makeup face is so white and tender that it seems that it can squeeze water out. In the other hand, he also carries a small backpack and looks like going away.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at her dress in the middle of the night and subconsciously frowned, especially when she heard Han Jingqiu's coquettish tone.

"Maldives is rotten... Can't you be more original?"

Han Jingqiu looked at Ye Zhiqiu and saw her. Her smile immediately disappeared. She didn't talk on the phone as close as before and hurried downstairs.

According to Ye Zhiqiu's intuition, it must be a man talking to Han Jingqiu on the phone.

But this man will not be her little uncle.

How can a man who wants to go back to Yunnan to work think of such a romantic holy land as Maldives?

……

Go to the end of the corridor on the second floor, open the window and face the gate of the Han family.

On the roadside, a silver Regal stopped.

After a while, Han Jingqiu opened the door and went out. The driver's door opened. A man came down wearing a gray leisure suit.

Even if the light is dim, ye Zhiqiu can accurately find the difference between this man and Huo Zhongxiao.

Unlike her height, shape and hairstyle, she looks several years younger than her serious little uncle. Anyway, she is completely two independent individuals.

The most important thing is... This man is a bit of a bitch.

The two were bored for a while. The man opened the co driver's door and Han Jingqiu sat in. A moment later, the car disappeared into the night.

Ye Zhiqiu stared at the direction the car left, and her mood suddenly became anxious again.

She didn't know how she took a good bath and returned to the room. Her long hair didn't dry. She was wet on her shoulders and sat cross legged on the bed. Her eyes were staring at a corner of the wall like an old monk. After a long time, she took her mobile phone and dialed Yan Yu's number.

What never changes in the receiver is the busy tone.

These two days, his cell phone has been turned off.

Ye Zhiqiu felt her unstable mood. She opened her address book, found a number and called.

The phone rang for a long time and was finally connected. The man spoke beautiful English: "Julie?"

When ye Zhiqiu heard her voice, he relaxed, but he didn't answer.

"Hello?" the other party said tentatively.

“……”

"Is that you, Julie?"

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath and whispered into the microphone in fluent English, "Morse, my mood seems to be unstable again."

"It doesn't matter, baby, are you at home now? Why don't you come to my psychological counseling center?"

"I'm at home now."

Morse asked, "can you tell me why I'm suddenly anxious?"

"My little aunt and uncle seem to have *."

“……”

Morse is a famous psychologist in Vancouver. She was also contacted by Ye zanwen after ye Zhiqiu went abroad. Ye zanwen always thought that she, like her mother, would hurt Yin Lian so much because she inherited some kind of "neuropathy", so whether she wanted it or not, she would have a psychologist come to her house for counseling in two weeks.

Once, ye Zhiqiu, who did not cooperate with the treatment, once smashed the apartment in Vancouver.