CEO's Forced Love

"Has Yanjing gone deep?"

Jane Huan didn't answer Ye Zhiqiu and went straight back to her bedroom.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced downstairs when she turned back to her room——

By the lawn in front of the apartment building, there stood a man, patient clothes, with funny gauze wrapped around his head. Is it Yan Jingshen or who?

These two people

She looked at the closed door and the man downstairs who stubbornly refused to leave. She sighed helplessly.

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Jian Huan stood in front of the washbasin. The water was splashing. She looked at herself in the mirror. Zhang Juanxiu's face gradually became blurred.

"Huanhuan, can you not divorce?" his words didn't seem to go away in her ears.

She had no parents since childhood and grew up in countless white eyes. What she longed for most was the warmth of her family and the care of her relatives. She thought Yan Jingshen was the one who made her happy, but what happened? The bitterness is still bitter, and the sweetness that once existed is just to add pain to her pain.

I don't know when it began to rain outside the window.

Jane Huan sat on the bed with her legs in her arms and looked at the dense rain curtain outside the gauze curtain. If she didn't divorce, would she have to torture each other all the time?

"Dudu!" Ye Zhiqiu knocked on the door outside, "... Yan Jingshen is still downstairs."

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Jane Huan ran downstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Yan Jingshen standing in the heavy rain.

His whole body was wet. The patient was attached to his body. There was light blood on the wet gauze. The rain made him unable to open his eyes.

Jane Huan opened her umbrella. The rain wet her trouser legs. A gust of wind blew and the umbrella tilted in the wind and rain.

"Don't you know your body?" she held up her umbrella to block Yan Jingshen's head.

His face was pale, his eyes were red and swollen by the rain, and his black hair was wet on the gauze, "I don't need your sympathy."

Jane Huan's cheek was hurt by the rain, and drops of water fell down her cheek.

Yan Jingshen coughed. Then he couldn't help coughing. He seemed to cough his lungs out.

"I'll take you back to the hospital." Jane Huan was worried and reached out to help him.

Yan Jingshen waved her hand and staggered back, "aren't you going to divorce me? What are you doing hypocritically?"

"It seems that my dog is meddling with mice."

Jane Huan said faintly and turned to go back, but his body was tightly held by him from the back, "Jane Huan, are you so cruel?"

Yan Jingshen's body was trembling, but it firmly surrounded her.

"Don't leave me, don't divorce me, we don't torture each other anymore, okay?" he was like a child, buried his head in her hair, "Huanhuan, I know it's wrong, we make up, just like before."

"Can it still be the same as before?" can the things that have happened in these years really be regarded as having never happened?

Jane Huan slowly closed her eyes. Tears mixed with the rain slid down. She stretched out her hand to push him. His tall body was shaking to fall down, but even if he lost consciousness, he still held her tightly, and the two fell together on the muddy lawn.

"Yan Jingshen!" Jane Huan touched his hot forehead and felt uneasy. She wanted to go upstairs and ask Zhiqiu to drive him to the hospital.

But he held her hand tightly and refused to let it go. The rain on his face fell on the back of her hand, burning hot.

Hiding in the corridor, ye Zhiqiu couldn't see it anymore. He rushed over with an umbrella. "You help him up, I'll drive!"

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Send Yan Jingshen to the hospital. Jian Huan receives a strange call.

When Jane Huan arrived at the appointed place, she saw the woman she met in the supermarket last time, and the wine red curly hair on her waist, mature and charming.

The other party smiled friendly at Jian Huan and invited the waiter: "order a cup of milk tea for the young lady..."

"No," said Jane Huan faintly. "I'll sit down and go."

Whenever the main room encounters a junior, even if it is the main room that is about to leave the hall, there is no way to give junior a good face. Jane Huan thinks she is not a broad-minded woman. The women outside Yan Jingshen are like a thorn in her heart. Although they are numb these years, they still feel uncomfortable.

Ling Ling looked at Jian Huan and smiled: "now I finally know why he must cut off contact with me."

Jane Huan didn't speak.

"You are the person he hides in the bottom of her heart?" Ling Ling used a question, but her tone was affirmative.

Jane Huan thinks this sentence is ironic. What if she is the white rose in Yanjing's deep heart? Didn't he go out and pick a lot of red roses?

"I don't have time to talk to you about family. If that's what you came to me to say, I won't accompany you."

Then Jane Huan was about to get up and leave, and Ling Ling stood up, "I heard you were going to divorce him?"

Jane Huan suddenly looked at her.

"I've followed him since he was twenty-three. It's not unusual to know that he's married."