CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao returns to the ward. Ye Zhiqiu leans against the head of the bed. There is a Hong Kong comedy on the TV. She occasionally laughs once or twice.

"Little uncle, are you back?" she turned to look at the door and smiled. She didn't have the sad look of crying just now.

Huo Zhongxiao put down the fruit, took off his coat, dragged over the chair, sat down next to the sick man, looked at the TV and asked casually, "starring Stephen Chow?"

"There is no Stephen Chow."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the pharmacist Huang played by Zhang Guorong in the film and looked at Huo Zhongxiao. He was quite surprised: "this film has been a long time. Haven't you seen it, little uncle?"

"Well, I'm old. I'm not interested in these young things."

Seeing that he was acting like an elder again, ye Zhiqiu thought of only one word: "rely on the old and sell the old". He took a red apple in his hand and smelled the light apple fragrance. Seeing him sitting there watching TV, he couldn't help saying, "little uncle, do you want to go home and have a rest?"

"It doesn't matter. I'll leave when the nurse comes in the afternoon."

Ye Zhiqiu: "

It turned out that people didn't intend to take care of themselves day and night. Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt amorous and unconsciously pulled the apple with her fingers. She looked up and watched the movie on TV. Suddenly she didn't feel funny. She grabbed the small bag she put on the bedside table and saw the photo she used to lie to Yan Yu as soon as she opened it.

The corner of her eye glanced at Huo Zhongxiao. She cleared her throat and said, "little uncle, I have something to give back to you."

Huo Zhongxiao's deep eyes moved away from the TV screen and fell on her, as if believing or not, as if silently asking her: what is it?

"I found it in a book, just the pile of garbage you threw away last time." Ye Zhiqiu specially added when handing out the photo.

Then Huo Zhongxiao looked back and forth. It was the photo he had been looking for recently.

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Ye Zhiqiu kept looking at him and observed him carefully. He found a long scar on the inner side of his left arm and countless other small wounds.

"Do you often hurt your arm?" she asked.

Huo Zhongxiao looked at his slightly ferocious old wound and said carelessly: "he was accidentally stabbed by a branch when chasing a drug dealer on the China Myanmar border a few years ago."

"Uncle, isn't your job very dangerous?"

Huo Zhongxiao smiled but didn't speak. Her narrow black eyes contained emotions she couldn't understand. After a while, he looked down at the picture.

He was tall, and his legs were exceptionally long with the overlapping lining of the small chair.

Silence suddenly returned to the ward.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't speak, but looked at him from time to time. Huo Zhongxiao hung his head. His hair was very short and dark. His hair looked hard, neat and neat. His waist was very strong. Maybe it was because of professional training, and his shoulders didn't droop. He had an unspeakable male smell.

She suddenly remembered another thing, looked at him and asked, "did you tell my grandfather about my operation, little uncle?"

Huo Zhongxiao raised his eyes and looked at her quietly for about two seconds. His eyes were a little cute at that moment, with a trace of confusion. Then he heard him say "not yet, forget". After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Han's house.

"Little uncle!" Ye Zhiqiu shouted to him hastily.

Huo Zhongxiao dialed, raised his head and looked at her questioningly.

"Can you not tell my family? They don't know when I come to Yunnan," said Ye Zhiqiu, looking at him with a pleading look. His eyes twinkled and his heart was guilty. "I'm actually... Looking for my boyfriend. If Grandpa knows, he will be angry."

"Your family knows about your love affair?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't expect him to ask this. He hesitated and dared not look at him: "in fact, the relationship is better, but we have nothing."

"Nothing. You're guilty."

"... there's no guilt," she muttered.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't rush to make a phone call again. Did his mobile phone hit his leg for a while, and his eyes watched her cramped little action of picking her nails: "is he from Yunnan?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and then added, "we've broken up."