CEO's Forced Love

Ye zanwen and Yin Lian had friction more and more frequently

Therefore, ye Jingyu blamed all these mistakes on Ye Zhiqiu, and her disgust for ye Zhiqiu became deeper and deeper.

"What have you done for your father and grandpa in this family? What you have brought them is trouble. They have to deal with the aftermath of their mistakes. Since they have all gone, why don't you go clean?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Ye Jingyu, Inexorably hangs on. Suck extremely cruel and merciless. Ye Jing language, is it your ability to express your problems, or is my understanding level retrogression? Is it my mother's heart and soul to refuse to let your mother and daughter, or your mother lingering with each other?

Ye Jingyu didn't expect her to speak so rudely. She was so angry that she blushed and her neck was thick. She also felt wronged and angry more and more.

"Ye Zhiqiu, do you have to talk to me like this? Yes, my mother destroyed your mother's marriage, but a relationship broke down. Dare you say it's not your mother's responsibility? Isn't my mother patient enough these years? She hasn't provoked your mother once. For your happy family in vain, my mother has to be pointed at behind her back for so many years At school, I was pointed at by the nose and scolded as an illegitimate daughter. I'm also my father's child. Why can't I have what you can get? "

At this moment, all unwilling, like finding a gate to pour out.

"Now that your mother is dead, my mother has spent her whole life for a man. Is it too much to ask for a wife in the remaining decades? Apart from her birth, my mother can't compare with Han Minjing? If she wasn't Han yongsong's daughter, my father wouldn't tolerate her for so many years!"

Ye Zhiqiu said coldly, "if you want to give your mother a title, you should go to ye zanwen and yell at me?"

"...." Ye Jingyu clenched her teeth.

"These six years are enough for your mother to compete for the top, but I think she seems to be still standing still. If I remember correctly, your mother is forty-eight this year." Ye Zhiqiu suppressed the unknown fire in her heart and said with a smile: "No matter how old a man is, he always likes young girls in their twenties. This is not unreasonable. I heard that ye zanwen recently promoted a female secretary who has just graduated from college. Does that seem to be the case?"

Ye Jingyu's face suddenly became ugly.

She will come here for the night today. Isn't that what the fox spirit started?!

"I don't mind having more stepmothers. As for whether your mother has this means or the latecomers, these are not within the scope of my concern."

With the last sentence, ye Zhiqiu turned back to his room.

When the door closed, the cloister became quiet.

Ye Zhiqiu stayed in the room for a while, then got up, took his pajamas from the wardrobe and went out to take a bath.

Before entering the bathroom, she glanced at Ye Jingyu's bedroom. The door was tightly closed. She didn't hear anything downstairs just now. She should have locked herself in the room.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't feel much about Yin Lian.

Some emotions were buried in the bottom of my heart with the death of Han Minjing.

I don't choose to forgive, but I don't think it's necessary to care about those gains and losses.

As she told ye Jingyu, if ye zanwen remarries, she is really happy to get a thick red envelope and send it out.

In the past, she might have smashed the wedding scene, but now ye Zhiqiu won't do so.

People learn to grow up in honing again and again, so does she.

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After taking a bath, he lay on his soft big bed. The air conditioner was blowing coldly. Ye Zhiqiu rolled around wrapped in a thin blanket and put his right arm under his head.

She stared at the old plush toy lying in the corner, and suddenly her heart was empty.

Han Minjing is undoubtedly an untouchable scar in Ye Zhiqiu's heart.

Even now, she is still reluctant to recall the past related to Han Minjing when she is with Huo Zhongxiao again.

The night Han Minjing jumped down from the top floor of the hospital, she was sitting on the hospital bed with her knees in her arms. She hesitated to secretly tell Huo Zhongxiao that she was forced to break up. Later, at the funeral, ye zanwen slapped her in the face and completely destroyed her last hesitation.

I don't know if the quarrel with Ye Jingyu consumed too much energy. Ye Zhiqiu soon fell asleep.

She had a confused dream.

In the dream, it seemed that many years ago, on the night of the first date with Huo Zhongxiao, at the gate of the courtyard, Huo Zhongxiao's big hand held her cheek and kissed her lip flap. Gradually, the temptation of a little taste turned into a deep kiss. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat, full of nervous sweetness. The arms around the man's neck tightened and couldn't help but want to respond More

The dream suddenly turned into a completely different picture.

She saw herself sitting at the table of the Han family, opposite Han Minjing and Han Jingqiu. Sister Tang brought out the pot from the kitchen, smiled and said kindly, "Qiuqiu, this is your favorite tomato and egg soup. I specially made a big pot and remember to drink more."

Han Jingqiu took the spoon, filled a small bowl and put it in front of Ye Zhiqiu. He smiled and said, "Zhiqiu, drink."

Ye Zhiqiu looked down and saw not tomatoes, but a bowl of broken glass residue.

"Don't you like it? Why don't you drink?" Han Minjing urged opposite.

"I remember, Wade just brought Mei dried vegetable meat cake. He said he bought it for Zhiqiu through the school. I'll bring it." Han Jingqiu got up with a smile. The sound of high heels sounded between the restaurant and the kitchen. After a while, she came out with a plate. "Zhiqiu, I helped you heat it in the microwave for a minute. Now eat it. It tastes just right."

Ye Zhiqiu took the cake and took a small bite. The pie filling was not plum dried vegetables, but rusty iron nails.

She was so scared that she wanted to vomit up, but Han Jingqiu sent the soup to her mouth: "come on, have another sip of soup."

Ye Zhiqiu looks to Han Minjing for help.

Han Minjing still smiled kindly and looked at her with loving eyes and a gentle voice: "sister Tang, help Jingqiu and break Zhiqiu's mouth. The child is disobedient. What good soup and cakes have been wasted by her."

Ye Zhiqiu wanted to run away, but his hands and feet didn't listen to her and fixed there motionless.

Her jaw was pinched.

The glass residue was poured into her mouth and passed through her throat. It was burning and hot. She tasted the salty and bloody smell. When Han Jingqiu wanted to put the cake full of nails in her mouth, ye Zhiqiu wanted to shout for help, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all, and her tears flowed down in pain.