CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao came back at about 10:30 p.m.

Ye Zhiqiu had already taken a bath. Wearing a loose T-shirt and hot pants, he sat on the sofa and watched TV. When he heard the doorbell, he jumped off the sofa and ran to open the door.

"Back?!" as soon as the door opened, she saw Huo Zhongxiao in camouflage training clothes.

Then he rushed over and hung the whole man like a koala on him.

When she jumped up, Huo Zhongxiao stabilized his body, stretched out his hand to hold her round hip, let her arms around his neck, and two slender white legs clamped his thin waist.

He lowered his head a little and smelled the fragrance in her hair. His voice softened: "haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"If I sleep, will you spend the night in the corridor?"

Huo Zhongxiao squeezed her petals with a little strength in his hand, and asked her in a low voice, "are you willing?"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu looked up and kissed his hard chin. His green stubble was pricking and rubbed the corners of his mouth.

Huo Zhongxiao smiled and took her into the room.

……

When Huo Zhongxiao took a bath, ye Zhiqiu didn't avoid it. She went into the bathroom to take the clothes he took off.

It's not that I haven't seen Huo Zhongxiao's body, but it's all in bed. It's the first time to look directly at him. Ye Zhiqiu can't help looking more.

Across the glass door of the shower room, the man's back is slender and strong, and the running water splashes through his dark wheat body. Huo Zhongxiao is washing his hair. When he raises his arms, his shoulder blades are faintly raised, his wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his sunken spine is particularly sexy, tight and warped, as well as straight long legs

The heat made her cheeks red. Ye Zhiqiu forced herself to take back her sight and quietly walked out with the pile of dirty clothes.

The washing machine is on the balcony.

While walking to the balcony, ye Zhiqiu fished something from her trouser pocket and was ready to put it on the tea table. She found a folded paper, which was very old.

Because it is the shape of the heart, let her take back her hand and follow it.

This piece of paper

Ye Zhiqiu picked up the "heart" from the tea table. She stood where she was. Her brain was blank for a moment. She just stared at the paper in her hand for a moment.

Of course she didn't forget that she pressed this paper under Huo Zhongxiao's dormitory bed six years ago when he wasn't paying attention.

Unexpectedly, he found out.

When did you find it, Ke?

Ye Zhiqiu thought about it, but he couldn't find a clear answer.

At that time, Huo Zhongxiao left city B in a hurry and didn't mention the paper to her. So, will it be after he recovered?

She opened the folded paper.

Six years ago, the sentence she wrote jumped into sight - do you love me?

Now, there is one more word on this paper.

The ink black handwriting is the same as that on the application report. The sharp pen strength seems to penetrate into the deepest part of the paper.

Ye Zhiqiu stared at the word "love" and burst into tears.

A tear pattered on the paper, and the last press of the word "love" was fainted.

At this moment, she suddenly couldn't look at the word love directly.

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Huo Zhongxiao came out of the bathroom and didn't find Ye Zhiqiu's figure in the living room. He put a towel to wipe his hair around his neck and went to unscrew the door of the master bedroom.

Sure enough, a figure curled up on the bed.

I've never seen her so calm before.

Huo Zhongxiao sat down beside the bed. The soft Simmons fell into a piece. He asked low, "are you asleep?"

The voice is light. If ye Zhiqiu really falls asleep, it's not enough to wake her up.

The person on the bed tossed and turned, buried his head in his lower abdomen and hugged his waist. Huo Zhongxiao looked at her sleepy eyes. The man's big hand stroked her scattered hair and moved gently, "is there something uncomfortable?"

Then he tested her forehead with the back of his hand. The temperature was normal.

Ye Zhiqiu vaguely 'Oh', changed his posture in his arms, rubbed his body with his head, showing some lazy dependence.

She squinted, didn't open her eyes, and muttered, "a little sleepy."

"Then sleep."

Huo Zhongxiao would stretch out his hand to turn off the light at the head of the bed.

Ye Zhiqiu pulled down his T-shirt. Huo Zhongxiao bowed his head and asked softly, "what else?"

She said in a paste voice, "don't spoil me. What if I can't do without you in the future..."

Huo Zhongxiao said in a low voice, "so you still want to leave me?"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly sat up. Under the dim light, Huo Zhongxiao was wearing a black vest and smooth shoulder muscle lines.

Inexplicably moved, she held him in her arms with open arms.

Although she looked thin and small in front of him, she still tried to hold him tight. Her chin leaned against his shoulder socket and called softly: "Huo Zhongxiao."

Huo Zhongxiao's big hand with distinct bones stuck to her thin back: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just want to call you."

Huo Zhongxiao slightly tilted his mouth and hugged her. His strength increased. The faint lemon fragrance on Ye Zhiqiu filled his breath, as if a dry land in his heart had been injected into the gurgling water.

After a while, ye Zhiqiu asked, "don't you wonder how I spent the past six years?"

“……”

"I've made a lot of boyfriends over the years. Do you really mind?" Ye Zhiqiu asked again. She suddenly wanted to know his answer.

During her four years in Fengcheng, she changed her contacts as frequently as she changed her clothes. She held the attitude of breaking cans, but none of them was taken to heart. It was like abandoning herself and telling others that she was really not a good woman worthy of sincere treatment.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't speak.

His chin was against her head and his heart was her warm breath, silently expressing his trust.