Forced Marriage: The billionaire CEO calls

Qiao Ai didn't know when she fell asleep yesterday.

I just remember that I just chatted with Zhou Chengyan, talking about the baby for a while, and talking about her mother for a while, and then I didn’t know anything.

This time, I slept extremely soundly.

When she woke up in the morning, Zhou Chengyan had already finished breakfast and was sitting in front of the bed admiring her sleeping posture.

"How long have you been here?"

Embarrassed by Zhou Chengyan's eyes, Qiao Ai covered her face and asked, her voice came out from between her fingers.

"Not long ago, I just came up for a while to see if you are awake." Zhou Chengyan smiled.

"Don't call me every day, let me sleep until I wake up naturally, I haven't had breakfast with you for a long time."

Joey acted like a baby.

"It's time for you to rest more now. Why did you ask you to get up so early? You didn't have breakfast with me. Don't we have dinner together every day?"

Zhou Chengyan stretched out his hand, and gently removed Qiao Ai's hand covering his face.

"Three meals a day, only dinner is eaten together, people are not happy." Qiao Ai pouted and acted like a baby.

"That's easy to say. I'll get up with you tomorrow morning and have breakfast together. Is it hard to say that I want to have dinner with my husband?"

Seeing the cute and cute Qiao Ai who suddenly started acting like a baby again, Zhou Chengyan raised the corners of his mouth and scraped her small upturned nose with his hand.

"But, but wouldn't that delay you from going to work?" Qiao Ai felt a little embarrassed again.

"The wife is the biggest in the world, so is going to work a big deal?" Zhou Chengyan looked like a wife slave.

"Or, you go to work normally tomorrow morning, and you can come back to have dinner with me at noon today."

Qiao Ai was also torn, she wanted Zhou Chengyan to eat with her, and she didn't want to delay his work.

"Uh - not at noon, there is still something to do in the company at noon, so it's okay to go later tomorrow morning." Zhou Chengyan said.

In fact, it's not that the company has something to do at noon, but that he needs an excuse to eat at the company at noon, bring an insulated lunch box over there, and cook soup for Qiao Ai there, and then bring it back to replace the soup made for her here.

With kindness from the old lady, Gu arranged for the kitchen to cook soup for Qiao Ai every day to nourish her body. He couldn't take away the old man's kindness.

However, since Qiao Ai was kidnapped last time, Zhou Chengyan has become highly vigilant to the people around him. With his sixth sense, he felt that someone in the Gu family wanted to harm Qiao Ai secretly.

But he didn't want Qiao Ai and the people who cared about her to be overly nervous, so he didn't say anything, but chose to observe secretly by himself, and went back and forth tirelessly every day. .

"Well -- that's fine. Then have dinner with me tomorrow morning." Helplessly, Qiao Ai had no choice but to accept Zhou Chengyan's suggestion.

"Okay, then wife, get up quickly, I'm going to work." After finishing speaking, Zhou Chengyan helped Qiao Ai take all the clothes to the bedside, and pressed a kiss on her face lightly, before preparing to leave.

Walking to the door, Qiao Ai reminded him from behind, "Husband, don't forget your insulated lunch box, remember to eat lunch well at noon."

Qiao Ai always thought that the insulated lunch box that Zhou Chengyan carried every day was brought by the Gu family to the company for lunch.

"Okay." Zhou Chengyan picked up the insulated lunch box, kissed Qiao Ai, and then left the room to go to work.

After Zhou Chengyan left, Qiao Ai stretched lazily, then slowly changed her clothes and got out of bed to wash.

After breakfast, Qiao Ai asked Mrs. Gu for the key to her mother's room, and planned to visit her mother's room.

Ever since she returned to Gu's house, she'd actually wanted to go there and have a look.

But I don't know why, there is always an inexplicable fear in her heart, which makes her daunting, so she just wandered outside her mother's room several times, but never had the courage to go in.

Last night, when she really felt the fetal movement and realized the source of "Mother and Child Connecting Heart", Qiao Ai made up her mind that she could not hesitate anymore this time.

She always thought that somewhere in the dark, there was an idea in her mind that made her have to take this step, get close to her mother again, and listen to her voice again.

As the lock of the room was unlocked with a click, Qiao Ai gently pushed the door of the room open.

The room was spotless, and the maid would come in every once in a while to clean everything.

The sunlight outside the window shines into the house through the glass, so although the room has been unoccupied for a long time, it doesn't feel cool at all, but warm.

Qiao Ai looked at everything in front of him excitedly.

This is my mother's boudoir when she was young. The whole room is based on pink. It can be seen that my mother was also a girl full of romantic feelings.

Stepping in, Qiao Ai walked slowly while stroking the furniture in the room, hoping to get closer to her mother.

Mother's desk is placed by the window. Back then, she must have studied at the desk while looking at the scenery outside the window.

Qiao Ai gently sat down in front of her mother's desk, looking at the rows of books on the desk, her heart throbbed inexplicably.

This whole room is full of traces of my mother's past life. Since her mother passed away, it is the first time that she is so close to her, so close...

For some reason, Qiao Ai's eyes suddenly shed tears uncontrollably.

Probably pregnant women, their emotions are so inexplicable, she thought so.

Sobbing, Qiao Ai casually took out one of the books on the desk, it was a book about jewelry design.

Unexpectedly, designing jewelry was something my mother liked when she was young.

And she has perfectly inherited this from her mother.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ai wiped away her tears and smiled again.

I flipped through a few pages at random, and they all looked like jewelry that was popular in that era, with simple and restrained colors.

Qiao Ai was going to put the design book back to its original place, and inadvertently saw a notebook among the row of books. The cover of the notebook was made of paper, and it was written in fine silk fonts: Jewelry Design Sample.

Qiao Ai, who also maintained a high degree of enthusiasm for jewelry design, pulled out the notebook from the pile of books without even thinking about it.

Her final design draft is also being conceived, to see if she can find some inspiration from her mother's sample back then.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ai couldn't wait to open the notebook.

Mom is such a genius in jewelry design, Qiao Ai couldn't help admiring while watching.

In her time, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old could comprehend jewelry design to this level, which was really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Qiao Ai looked carefully page by page, and found resonance in many design samples left by her mother, and she couldn't help being excited.