CEO's Forced Love

[what are you doing?]

Ye Zhiqiu was a little tired, but he still picked up his mobile phone -- [just came back from my grandfather's house, ready to sleep.]

[it's only a few o'clock. Come out and play.] fan Tiantian returns quickly.

I'm going to practice calligraphy with my grandpa in the evening

Fan Tiantian -- [when did you participate in the activities for the elderly? By the way, how was that handsome guy with you last time?]

[what handsome guy?]

Don't pretend with me. That night, a waiter saw you get on the bus and leave with a man. Did you two... Uh huh?]

Ye Zhiqiu felt some pain in his temples and replied -- [well, that's my little uncle.]

【……】

When she lost her cell phone, ye Zhiqiu turned over, buried her face in the pillow, pulled the quilt and planned to go to bed, but after a while, she went barefoot again *.

Ye Zhiqiu never admitted that she was a "psychopath," but a psychologist who had been hit on her forehead with a plate said that no psychopath would think she was a psychopath, and his occasional capricious behavior in recent years also made Ye Zhiqiu vaguely aware that there might be something wrong with her psychology.

Just as she has an almost morbid love for what she sees at a glance.

After taking the paper bag brought back from the winter vacation on the chair, ye Zhiqiu fell down with the corner of the bag, and the messy things scattered all over the carpet.

She sat on the ground leaning against the * edge, picked up those things and began to look at them one by one.

Finally, she found a lighter with beautifully carved patterns, which looked valuable.

"Why didn't you find it last night..."

Ye Zhiqiu took it to the light and looked carefully. There was still liquid in it. He glanced at the cigarette box in the corner.

There were only two cigarettes left in the pinched cigarette box.

These two things should have been brushed by Han Jingqiu from the tea table or bedside table and thrown into the garbage bag last night.

Not a very expensive brand of cigarettes.

The dark cigarette case was like the feeling Huo Zhongxiao gave her, quiet and a little old-fashioned.

A cigarette was sandwiched between her index finger and middle finger. Ye Zhiqiu leaned on her back and looked lazily. It was not as delicate as a lady's cold cigarette. She took the lighter, gently pressed the button, and a cluster of purple and blue flames burst out. She bent her head and took two breaths gently.

The cigarette end emits a bright light and goes out in an instant. It is bright and dark. A faint smell of nicotine cloves lingers in the room.

Ye Zhiqiu took another breath and slowly spit out the smoke. The smell of tobacco filled her mouth. It was different from the taste of women's smoke. There was no cool feeling that made her internal organs comfortable. In the thin smoke, she uncontrollably remembered the scene of Huo Zhongxiao smoking in the car.

Because Yan Yu doesn't smoke.

She subconsciously imitates Huo Zhongxiao's look when he spits out a smoke ring.

When the door was pushed open, ye Zhiqiu didn't even have time to put out the smoke in his hand. The angry sound of drinking had resounded through the whole bedroom.

Ye zanwen had a protruding artery at his neck and his face was livid. When he came in, he took away her cigarette: "who told you to smoke this thing?"

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and didn't want to see the face he hated.

The next scolding is inevitable.

Yan Lian hurried over and grabbed her husband's raised hand: "don't hit the child, maybe the child is out of curiosity."

"Curious? She's curious about people smoking. She'll see others kill and set fire in the future. Will she also try?"

Ye Zhiqiu stood nearby, rarely without refutation.

Seeing her like this, ye zanwen turned it over in her bedroom with anger. Seeing that he was going to get her bag, ye Zhiqiu pulled it quickly: "what are you doing!"

"What am I doing? What else do you ask me?"

Yan Lian took ye zanwen's hand and looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a stubborn face: "Huanhuan, don't quarrel with your father..."

"We don't need you to talk about three or four things between us." Ye Zhiqiu said coldly.

Yin Lian was speechless and her face was a little white.

Ye zanwen became more and more angry. Just about to teach Ye Zhiqiu a lesson, he was interrupted by a voice: "what's going on in the evening? I'm not afraid of the neighbors watching jokes."

"Dad." Yan Lian turned to see ye Jiming.

Ye Jiming stood at the door on crutches. His face was gloomy. He saw Ye Zhiqiu's heart tightened and his fingers pulled at the tight sweater.

"Huanhuan, come to the study with me." then he turned and left first.

This night, ye Zhiqiu stood at her desk for a long time, bowed her head and beat her in. Ye Jiming never spoke to scold her, but just sat quietly.

When her tears fell, there was an old man's faint sigh in her ear.

……

Close the door of the study, ye Zhiqiu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Ye Jiming only said one word. He said, "go back to your room and go to bed."

Her room is at the end of the corridor.

When passing by the master bedroom, ye Zhiqiu's footsteps stopped, and several lights came out from the crack of the door and fell on the side of her slippers.

Yan Lian's soft voice came from the room: "after washing, does your head still hurt?"

"Nothing."

Ye Zhiqiu turned her head and looked through the crack in the door. Ye zanwen sat on the sofa in his pajamas, raised his hand and twisted his eyebrows.

"This is not the way. Why don't you ask the master for a massage tomorrow?"

Yan Lian poured a glass of water, and ye zanwen held her hand. However, when she was middle-aged, Yan Lian's hand was still delicate and soft. She came closer to him, put his head on himself and gently patted him on the shoulder: "if you are really tired, take a vacation and give the work to the people below."

"You've been wronged these days." ye zanwen suddenly said.

"What grievances do you have? Children at this age are inevitably rebellious in character. Don't worry too much about her."

Ye Zhiqiu's hands hanging on her side clenched little by little. She heard ye zanwen say, "the ticket is noon the day after tomorrow. At that time, let Lao Li deliver it. I know that Jingyu has been angry with you these days. There are suddenly more people at home, and her rejection is inevitable."