CEO's Forced Love

"Stay out and call your grandfather."

Hearing this, ye Zhiqiu couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart. If she called home, the old man would ask. It's strange not to help.

"Little uncle..." she folded her hands and looked at Huo Zhongxiao sadly.

The street light sprinkled bright stars in the cunning cat's eyes, and her delicate eyebrows frowned, as if saying, "please, please, don't force me to call.".

Qin Shisheng pleaded for her: "little uncle, my mother has prepared the guest room and supper for Qiuqiu."

"When the wound on my face gets better tomorrow, I'll go back." Ye Zhiqiu said.

Across the SUV, Huo Zhongxiao looked at the two young children who sang in front of him, especially the flattering and wronged eyes of Shangye Zhiqiu. He moved his Adam's apple and said, "pay attention to yourself". He stopped, opened the door of the driver's seat and got on the bus.

Ye Zhiqiu and Qin Shisheng looked at each other. Did they agree?

Bypassing the front of the car, ye Zhiqiu knocked on the driver's window. Huo Zhongxiao lowered the window and looked out: "what else?"

"I'll take the bag of food, little uncle?" she discussed it with him with a smile.

"Yes."

"Thank you, little uncle!"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled brightly, opened the back door, bent over and took out the big bag.

Qin Shisheng had come to pick it up and frowned and complained, "why is it so heavy..."

"There's so much nonsense." Ye Zhiqiu kicked him and went to the driver's seat: "little uncle, drive carefully on snowy days."

Huo Zhongxiao looked at her with deep eyes and nodded in response. The window slowly rose in front of her.

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When the horse herder flashing the yellow light at the back of the car disappeared at the corner, ye Zhiqiu took back his sight and pushed xiaqin Shisheng: "I'm frozen to death if I don't get on the bus."

"Who is the person who can't get on the bus?" Qin Shisheng whispered, rubbing his frozen hands.

Seeing the cat's eyes staring over, he raised his hands and surrendered: "I'm afraid of your aunt. Don't linger. My mother is still waiting to cook you yuanxiao."

Qin Shisheng drives his father's imported Audi Q7.

Ye Zhiqiu touched the leather chair and sighed: "rich people, luxury. There will be no successors in your family in the future. I will sacrifice my son and be your adopted son."

"Thank you for thinking of me so much. Thank you for your family, young and old."

Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes at him and dragged the bag of snacks. He was so hungry that he wanted some potato chips. As a result, he found a lot of toiletries in the bag.

For a moment, her brain couldn't turn around.

Some unexpected ideas came out, but she soon rejected them, but she really didn't think of the use of these toothbrushes and towels

Qin Shisheng glanced at the toothpaste in her hand: "my family doesn't have these again. Why waste money to buy them?"

He reached out and grabbed the toothpaste while ye Zhiqiu was not paying attention. While driving, he glanced at the ground: "black toothpaste?"

"Give it back!" the next moment, the toothpaste was taken back.

"No, just a piece of toothpaste. What are you fierce about?"

Ye Zhiqiu put the toothpaste back in the bag, sipped his lips and said solemnly: "I'll take it back to Vancouver, can't I?"

"Yes, why not."

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Qin Shisheng's mother is a kind woman.

She and Han Minjing were friends for many years. Later, she married to the Qin family. Ye Qin had business contacts. Especially after Han Minjing went crazy, she was more kind to Ye Zhiqiu.

"What's the matter? Why is her face swollen like this? It smells like gasoline." Qin's mother took Ye Zhiqiu up and down to see her face hurt and exclaimed.

Ye Zhiqiu touched his left face, showed his teeth in pain and smiled: "the road was slippery, accidentally knocked over the gasoline barrel and fell, face down."

Qin's mother hurriedly asked the nanny to take out the Dieda wine.

"Mom, you can make a snack for her first. She hasn't eaten dinner yet." Qin Shisheng sat down next to Ye Zhiqiu and urged Qin's mother to go to the kitchen.

When Qin's mother left, ye Zhiqiu sat cross legged on the sofa and began to eat the cakes just brought by Qin's mother.

"Is this all your little uncle's?"

Qin Shisheng looked at her black coat and put it on Ye Zhiqiu, like a child stealing adult clothes.

She gave a vague hum.

"Gee, I don't think your little uncle likes me very much," he said thoughtfully, touching his chin.

"You think you are RMB and everyone likes you."

"That's not what I mean." Qin Shisheng leaned over and the thief Xi said, "I'll analyze it for you. I think it's a little strange when he looks at you."

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the corners of his mouth: "don't you blame him? He's holding my pigtail. He can say a word about my life and death."

Qin Shisheng nodded, his doubts faded, and leaned his arms on the back of the sofa: "what does he say now? He wants to tell your family?"

"It shouldn't be for the time being, but it's not reliable, so," Ye Zhiqiu leaned over and pointed to his embarrassment: "in order to keep him from saying it, you don't know how much sacrifice I have made. What's the matter? I'm in common with him now. It's too unfair to say it."

Over there, mother Qin came out with a bowl of yuanxiao.

Ye Zhiqiu smelled the fragrance, his stomach purred, lost his pillow and patted his thigh: "little *, go and help the mourner bring it."