CEO's Forced Love

At the security checkpoint, Qin Shisheng returned his bag to Ye Zhiqiu and didn't forget to explain: "when you arrive in Ottawa, remember to call to report peace."

Ye Zhiqiu hugged him, then went to the security check, and after passing, he turned back and waved to him.

On the plane, before the shutdown, ye Zhiqiu called Yan Yu again, still busy. This is also the reason why she was anxious to go to Ottawa. She was worried about Yan Yu's accident.

After hanging up, ye Zhiqiu edited and sent a text message, telling him that he was on the plane to Toronto, and then transferred to Ottawa.

On this flight, she found that few passengers were alone.

In front of the side, there was a mother and daughter. The mother was feeding her seven or eight year old daughter. She smiled gently and spoke with love.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't open his head and covered his face with a thin blanket.

In fact, in the nursing home that day, she just looked at Han Minjing from a distance.

Han Minjing sat in a chair by the window, basking in the sun. Her facial features were beautiful and her skin was white. A few years ago, her long hair like ink has now become short hair. She sat there quietly, with a temperament like orchid. She was wearing a nursing home patient's suit and faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes, indicating that she has entered middle age.

The female nurse passed by Ye Zhiqiu, looked more, and then entered the ward with a white jasmine in her hand.

When Han Minjing saw the flowers, she smiled and carefully protected them in her arms, showing a trace of shame.

She looked down at the jasmine, looked up at the nurse and said softly, "I like the flowers very much. Thank you, Arvin."

In those years, when ye zanwen pursued Han Minjing, in order to win the favor of beauty, he would put a jasmine on the mailbox of the Han family every day.

Ye Zhiqiu stood by the door and looked at the woman immersed in happiness. For a moment, he wanted to rush in and tell her that ye zanwen's favorite had already become a lily.

……

When the plane landed in Toronto, ye Zhiqiu slept soundly and followed the other passengers to transfer.

It was more than 9 p.m. when we arrived in Ottawa.

Ye Zhiqiu opened his cell phone. There were several missed calls and unread text messages, but none of them were from Yan Yu.

After reporting peace, she dialed Yan Yu's mobile phone number again. In addition to the busy tone, it was a busy tone.

Sitting on the chair next to the airport hall, ye Zhiqiu waited for a long time, until fewer and fewer people came and went. Yan Yu's mobile phone has been turned off.

She only knows the company where Yan Yu works. She doesn't know where he lives, nor does she know his colleagues and friends in Ottawa.

After looking at the time, ye Zhiqiu dragged the trolley out of the airport, took a taxi and said the address of Yan Yu company in English.

The driver kindly told her that the area was full of office buildings. I'm afraid there were no people now. He also introduced some cost-effective accommodation hotels to her.

Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment and followed the driver's advice.

……

She stayed one night in a hotel near Yan Yu's place of work.

Early the next morning, he found that he still couldn't get through to Yan Yu. Ye Zhiqiu bought a bread and hurried to the bottom of the company building.

From seven to nine thirty, she didn't wait for Yan Yu to appear at the door of the company.

Her legs were numb. As she bent over and beat her knees, a white man with blond hair and black eyes called, opened the door and came out of the office building.

Ye Zhiqiu vaguely heard Yan Yu's name. After the man hung up the phone, he saw that he was going to get on a car. Ignoring etiquette, he pulled his suit sleeve and asked him in skilled English. Do you know a Chinese man named Yan Yu who works here.

The white man saw that she was a little girl wearing a ski hat and didn't care much. He told her that Yan Yu was his colleague, but he asked for leave to go home a few days ago.

"Go home?" Ye Zhiqiu repeated these two words, looking confused.

Why didn't ah Yu mention it to her?

"He asked for two weeks' leave and gave me a lot of his work." the white man shrugged and looked at Ye Zhiqiu curiously. "You're his --"

"I'm his girlfriend. Do you know his home address? I came to Ottawa specially to find him."

When the white man learned about her relationship with Yan Yu, he was more kind. He said he didn't know, but he took the initiative to send her to Yan Yu's apartment to help her ask Yan Yu's roommate.

Ye Zhiqiu heard Yan Yu mention that he was from Yunnan. She didn't know which city in Yunnan it was.

……

Yan Yu's roommate is also Chinese. He looks at Ye Zhiqiu from head to toe. His eyes are strange, but he can't stand her grinding. He gives her the note with Yan Yu's address.

"I can't get through to his cell phone recently. Do you know his other contact information?"

Ye Zhiqiu's face was full of anxiety. She put her hands together and looked at the roommate. It seemed that if he didn't say, she would immediately cry at the door.

The roommate sighed and turned back to his bedroom. After a while, he took out a note with a residential number on it. When he handed it to Ye Zhiqiu, he explained it again and again. Yan Yu paid great attention to privacy, so he couldn't tell Yan Yu that he gave her his contact information.

Ye Zhiqiu thanked repeatedly, got what he wanted, and hurried back to the hotel.