CEO's Forced Love

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, Lala..."

The bell of "King Kong gourd baby" rang throughout the bedroom.

After a while, the "silkworm chrysalis" curled up on the bed slowly unfolded. A fiber-white arm stretched out from the warm mulberry silk quilt, touched it casually and took the mobile phone at the head of the bed.

"Hello?" Ye Zhiqiu narrowed her eyes. When she woke up, her voice was bleary with sand.

"Oh, I'm still sleeping?" a voice with a little Niang gun sounded on the other end of the phone: "I heard you went out to play last night and met *

The caller is faxiao, who grew up with her. Her surname is Qin and her name is Shi Sheng. She was mistakenly kissed by a man when she graduated from junior high school. From then on, she rode away on the road of being a comrade.

Ye Zhiqiu sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes were not open, and vaguely said, "what's up?"

"It's snowing outside. See?"

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and she heard Qin Shisheng's whiny voice: "it's not easy for you to come back from Vancouver. You have to come out and get together. I think it's just today. How about we call a few more people to go skiing together? A ski resort has just been built over Lingshan."

"Say it again." Ye Zhiqiu didn't promise immediately, hung up the phone, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

On the floor beside the bed, she also lost the clothes she had worn last night, black silk stockings, Red Hip Wrap Skirt and an ice blue wig cover. She stepped on these things, wore a silk loose T-shirt, exposed a pair of long white legs and went to the bathroom barefoot.

Both the bathroom and bedroom maintained the layout six years ago. Even the shampoo brand she bought was once her favorite.

But... My favorite is just once.

Before ye Zhiqiu brushed her teeth, she put her hand on the washbasin. She threw the bottle of shampoo away and just threw it into the dustbin.

After brushing her teeth for a while, she looked up at the girl in the mirror.

Mouth is peppermint flavor foam, facial features compared to six years ago when they were sent away, opened a lot of young, bright and bright, full forehead, long curved eyebrows, quite a nose bridge, tail slightly picked up cat's eyes, big and small lips red and rich, with a sexy appeal.

Her mother Han Minjing was one of the most beautiful women, but she was extremely disgusted to see her face and knew that ye zanwen and Yan Lian began at that moment.

Because she looks like her father.

When ye Zhiqiu was nine years old, Han Minjing fell ill. When she took a fruit knife to cut her, scarlet eyes said that when she saw her, she would think of her husband's betrayal with her sister.

A woman crazy about love vented her resentment against her husband on her children.

Ye Zhiqiu looked coldly at his face in the mirror, suddenly picked up a handful of cold water and poured it hard on the mirror, and the water slowly fell down along the mirror.

Six years ago, ye zanwen took advantage of Ye Jiming's business trip to take Yin Lian home. Han Minjing was stimulated to worsen her condition and was later sent to a psychiatric sanatorium. However, she just graduated from primary school and lost her six-month-old boy in her stomach because of Yin Lian's induced labor. She was directly thrown to Vancouver by Ye zanwen in a rage.

That same year, Yan Lian entered the house and became the new "hostess" of the Ye family with her daughter ye Jingyu, who was five months younger than ye Zhiqiu.

Outside, the door was knocked by the nanny: "Miss, are you awake? The old minister asked me to call you down for breakfast."

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Ye Zhiqiu walked to the walking platform and heard the laughter in the restaurant. He stepped down and clenched his fingers on the armrest without too much expression on his face.

"Grandpa, look, which one do you like? I'll take a picture later. After paying the money, it's estimated that it will arrive tomorrow."

Ye Jingyu sat quietly next to Ye Jiming. Qi's bangs, a 17-year-old girl, pear vortex, wearing a British winter skirt, how pure and beautiful she looked. She handed her mobile phone to the old man and patiently showed Ye Jiming some photos of purple clay pots: "I think this is good. It's made in Jingdezhen."

"You girl, how about dinner? Can't you show it to your grandpa later?" the beautiful woman who came out of the kitchen with milk pretended to blame.

Ye Jingyu spits out his tongue.

Ye Jiming smiled and waved his hand: "silence is also filial piety. I think I'll buy this."

"OK, I'll write it down. I'll pay you later."

The middle-aged man sitting on the other side of Ye Jiming shook his wife's hand. The couple looked at each other and smiled. He said to Ye Jing, "have dinner first."

Ye Jingyu was about to pick up chopsticks. In a blink of an eye, he saw the person coming this way with a stiff smile, "sister, are you down?"

The voice in the restaurant suddenly disappeared, and the warm and harmonious atmosphere disappeared.

Ye Jiming took off his reading glasses and saw his granddaughter. He immediately said to Ye Jing, "quiet, this position is for your sister. Move one aside."

Ye Jingyu's face suddenly changed.

Unfortunately, ye Jiming didn't see it. He waved to Ye Zhiqiu and smiled kindly: "come, sit next to Grandpa and talk to us."

Ye Zhiqiu's long hair and waist were tied into a high ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead and a beautiful tip in the heart of the forehead. Her oval face was exquisite and beautiful facial features. Wearing sweaters and jeans, she didn't seem to see the discomfort of the "three members of the family". She sat down gracefully in Ye Jingyu's original position and shouted "Grandpa" respectfully.