CEO's Forced Love

After dinner, ye Zhiqiu ordered a super luxury package in the hotel.

When she was trying to cut a steak, her mobile phone vibrated. A text message came in and opened it. It was sent by Yan Yu.

[Zhiqiu, I'm sorry to cause such a situation today. I've always wanted to tell you something, but I'm afraid I don't have a chance. I'll wait for you at the Pottery Workshop on XX road at 9:30 tonight. This may be the last time we meet. I'll stay in China with Ning Ning after marriage, so I'll wait until you show up.]

Ye Zhiqiu stared at the sentence "this may be the last meeting between us" with some red and swollen eyes, and his curved fingers slowly clenched the knife and fork.

The sauce in your mouth tastes like chewing wax.

If she was as careful as Qin Shisheng, perhaps after Yan Yu went to Ottawa, she could detect something from his changes.

If she could be as open-minded as fan Tiantian, she would rush into the bar and grab a piece of fresh meat to comfort her injured heart as soon as she learned the truth about her being cannon fodder.

Unfortunately, she is neither Qin Shisheng nor fan Tiantian. She is just Ye Zhiqiu.

She likes to pester Yan Yu, like the faint smile between his eyebrows, and like to see his connivance, but now, he suddenly said he didn't want her.

If I really said no, I didn't even inform her in advance.

The waiter who was standing far away came over and looked at her with concern: "Miss, are you okay?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked up and looked at her. The waiter's face was slightly blurred in her sight. He took out his credit card from his pocket and patted it on the table: "I want to check out."

Her arrogant attitude of "sister is not bad for money" choked the waiter in his throat, nodded, took the card and left.

Less than five minutes later, the waiter came back and returned the card to her: "sorry, miss, your card has been disabled."

Ye Zhiqiu felt nervous and seemed to realize something. She gave the remaining cards to the waiter.

"Miss, your cards have stopped. Do you want to pay in cash?"

Ye Zhiqiu bit his lip, drew a check from the dark layer of his wallet and stretched out his hand richly: "can I use this?"

Waiter: "..."

……

Out of the restaurant, after paying the bill, ye Zhiqiu had less than 100 change left in her wallet. She looked at the corridor paved with red carpet and didn't know where to go.

Ye zanwen stopped all her credit cards as a punishment.

Standing at the gate of the hotel, she sucked her nose and finally stopped a taxi, reporting the address mentioned in the text message.

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Ye Zhiqiu arrived at his destination at 8:30 p.m., an hour earlier than agreed.

The porcelain workshop has closed.

Wipe the next step with a paper towel and ye Zhiqiu sits down.

Maybe the night tonight infected her mood. She suddenly wanted to get a "why" from Yan Yu.

In front of the roadside parking space, a champagne car appeared in her sight.

The car stopped, the driver's door opened and a man came down.

Ye Zhiqiu was about to stand up and walk over. Yan Yu bypassed the door and opened the co driver's door. She saw Zhang Ningning come out of the car. Her heart seemed to be hit by a heavy object, which depressed her breathing. In a hurry, she hid in the nearby alley.

Why did Zhang Ningning come together?

Ye Zhiqiu heard the sound of the iron door pulling. She looked out of the alley. Yan Yu and Zhang Ningning entered the workshop together. The dim light filled the whole room in an instant.

……

"For many years, I didn't expect that everything here hasn't changed much."

After putting down his bag, Zhang Ningning paced to the two rows of shelves, looked at the semi-finished products and missed them: "I thought you had forgotten here."

"Why do you think so?" Yan Yu stood beside her. There were many memories of the two people in this place.

Zhang Ningning smiled, did not answer, but took off his coat.

The workshop workers seem to know that someone comes back at night, and all tools and raw materials are put in a prominent position.

Yan Yu leaned on the edge of the long table next to him, holding a water cup, drinking water and watching Zhang Ningning skillfully wash and pile mud.

Her hands were beautiful, slender and boneless, as if she had been born to be an artist.

After finishing the first two processes, Zhang Ningning suddenly raised his jaw slightly and looked at him provocatively: "are you interested in making a blank drawing together, young master Yan?"

Yan Yu smiled: "it's a great honor."

He rolled up the sleeves of his cashmere sweater, sat on a stool with her, gently hugged her from the back, and touched the rotating porcelain mud with his hands.

"Do you remember the ceramic we cooperated with for the first time?" she said suddenly.

Needless to say, Yan Yu's mud stained hand held her slender hand. The porcelain mud on the big turntable was still rotating. Zhang Ningning raised his lips and smiled sweetly.

Her body leaned back slightly and nestled in his arms.

The porcelain clay gradually showed the rudiment of the porcelain blank. Zhang Ningning suddenly turned his head, kissed Yan Yu's thin lip, pecked it gently, let go, the glittering beautiful eyes coagulated him, then covered it again, closed his eyes and wrapped his neck with both hands.

"Ah Yu, kiss me..." she whispered on his lips.

However, with a blink of hesitation, Yan Yu hugged her thin waist and responded to her emotionally. Suddenly, a curse sounded outside: "you deserve to stand here and kill yourself!"

Yan Yu loosened Zhang Ningning in his arms, looked up and saw the red shadow of falling, and his face changed suddenly.

Ye Zhiqiu was knocked down by a bicycle. His palm was worn out and there was pain. The man scolded and immediately rode away.

Almost subconsciously, Yan Yu got up, ignored the wet mud in his hand, ran out of the workshop and stopped Ye Zhiqiu.

"When did you come here? How long have you been standing here?" there was a trace of panic in Yan Yu's heart.

Ye Zhiqiu saw his pursed lips and drooped his eyelids: "it's been a while."

"Ning Ning and I are here --"

"I understand." she interrupted him. Yan Yu frowned slightly and wanted to speak, but she was ahead of him: "you continue to make ceramics, and I won't disturb you."

She didn't want to look up and fall on his face for another second. She grabbed the bag in front of her and walked away from him.

Yan Yu watched her lonely back. This time, he strode to catch up: "there is no direct bus to the hotel. I'll take you there."

Over Yan Yu's shoulder, ye Zhiqiu saw Zhang Ningning standing at the door of the workshop.

The answer she wanted was ready just now.

"No, I can change." Ye Zhiqiu went straight to the stop sign.