All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love

Bo Zhiwu stayed at home for too long, and she was really bored. She promised, "well, when the time comes, grandma will inform me."

Grandma heard here, full of joy said: "good."

She paused and asked Bo Zhiwu, "how are you doing with the sunken boat recently?"

How about it? What else?

Bo Zhiwu was silent for a while, and some didn't want to mention this topic. She said, "that's it. Grandma, if it's OK, I'll hang up first. "

Grandma answered, "OK, I'll hang up."

Hang up the phone, chiffon sits on the sofa and turns on the TV. "Whose phone number?" Lu asked

Bo Zhiwu said, "grandma called."

Lu Chenzhou had already prepared the sugar and the washed green plum. He brought a small dish to the thin woven fog, which had been cut and nuclear. He asked again, "what did grandma call all of a sudden?"

Bo Zhiwu said, "nothing. I want to accompany her to the temple."

Lu Chenzhou knows that grandma has the habit of burning incense in the temple just before the new year's Eve. He was silent for a moment, and then he said, "it's snowy. How about another time?"

Bo Zhiwu said, "Grandma means to wait for the day to clear up."

Lu Chenzhou was relieved. There was an advertisement on TV. After holding thin Zhiwu's hand and being silent for a long time, Lu Chenzhou said, "Zhizhi, I have something I want to tell you."

Bo Zhiwu turned her head and looked at his eyes for a while. His eyes were full of serious expression. She felt something important in her heart. She relaxed, "you say."

He knew that Qiao zhixia's affairs, if not solved, would be a pimple forever in their hearts.

"On my birthday, I went to see her not only because she cut her wrist, but also..."

Bo Zhiwu hears Qiao zhixia's name and subconsciously wants to avoid this topic. At this time, after the TV commercial was over, she looked at the person in the video and said with a smile, "OK."

Seeing her attitude, Lu Chenzhou swallowed the second half of the sentence.

She does mind. Therefore, will subconsciously escape "Qiao zhixia" these three words.

That day, he went to Qiao zhixia, not only because she cut her wrist, but more importantly, he wanted to tell Qiao zhixia all the things clearly. What he loves is not Qiao zhixia, but Bo Zhiwu. This world, the unique thin woven fog.

He admitted that he once liked Qiao zhixia. To Qiao zhixia, the feelings in the bottom of my heart are always guilty, but these guilt can't let him have no bottom line to forgive Qiao zhixia.

Some things, to slowly try to put down, will be happy. For example, soft.

He is trying to put down that short period of past and past, but that period of past, but it seems to have been like a sapling, in the thin woven fog heart root, slowly grew into a centian tree, can no longer erase this person.

However, he never mentioned Qiao zhixia and his past in front of him. Did she sentence herself to death just by her imagination?

Lu Chenzhou didn't know. She was even more puzzled. Did she know something.

He turned his head and watched Bo Zhiwu's fascination with TV. When Lu Chenzhou came to his mouth, he took it back.

In the dead of night, the snow outside the window has stopped. After hiding behind the dark clouds for so many days, the moon finally shows up. The color of the snow and the moon reflected each other and shone into the room.

Lu Chenzhou crept forward, afraid to wake her up, and eventually he would have doubts in his heart. It turned into action.

He made a phone call to Secretary Ji, "check what I saw and told her in a period of time before weaving."

Secretary Ji felt a little strange about Lu Chenzhou's phone call. He was silent for a moment and advised him, "president, since your wife is willing to make up with you as before, some things have passed away..."

The past is the past? He also wanted to, but Qiao zhixia's matter, in the bottom of his heart, seemed to be unable to get through.

He has to find the reason to solve the problem.

Lu Chenzhou was silent for a moment. He only said one word. His voice was firm, "check."

The quarter Secretary lifted the lip flap, and finally closed his mouth, slowly nodded his head, "yes."

He didn't dare to violate Lu's meaning of sinking the boat. We can only do it.

The weather is clear and fast, the snow is almost melted, and the air is cold. Thin weaving fog is still very lazy, not willing to move. Once in a while, a lady invited her to an event, and she pushed it all.

Cold weather, lazy body, not willing to move, other people also dare not say a word. Who doesn't know, thin woven fog is the treasure in the bottom of Lu's heart.

The day when grandma and Zhizhi made an appointment soon arrived. Shen Yanxin accompanied her, and her grandmother accompanied sister-in-law. Four people went slowly up the mountain. The air at the top of the mountain is good. There are many pilgrims here today. The sun is shining brightly.

People exercise, not a moment, the body out of a thin sweat.Shen Yan heart to see her forehead exudes a lot of sweat beads, asked, "tired or not?"

Bo Zhiwu shook his head, "OK."

It's only a few steps to the temple.

I don't know why, Bo Zhiwu has an ominous premonition at the bottom of my heart today. I always feel that something big is going to happen. However, I think about it and nothing has happened recently.

Moreover, from the beginning, she always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her back. However, looking back, you can't see anything. It's really strange.

Seeing her trance, grandma frowned and asked, "weaving, what's the matter?"

Thin weaving fog smiles and shakes his head, "it's OK, it should be my nerve sensitive."

Grandma said with a smile, "pregnant women can't think about it. Don't worry. If you have a grandmother in one day, Qiao zhixia won't want to turn over the water for a day. I think you are the only one. "

Bo Zhiwu was moved at the bottom of her heart, and her face showed a smile, "thank you, grandma."

Grandma said with a smile, "thank you for what."

Then he took her by the hand and entered the temple.

The plum blossom in the temple is just in time. You can smell a clear fragrance from afar, which makes people feel better. After worshipping the Buddha statue, grandma went to find the master. I was tired of weaving mist, so I sat in the pavilion drinking tea and enjoying the flowers.

All of a sudden, she saw a familiar figure, but did not dare to confirm. After hesitation, she called out, "Linfang?"

The man looked back in astonishment and saw that it was thin weaving fog. He was surprised. He walked over with a smile, "weaving, how can it be you?"

Bo Zhiwu said with a smile, "I'm still curious how it's you. Didn't you say that you went to be a travel experience

Lin Fang said with a smile, "yes, the new task of the company is to find someone to go back to Chaocheng to experience. This is the place where I grew up. Of course, I have to come back, and the new year is coming soon

Bo Zhiwu said with a smile, "did you just take a picture?"

Lin Fang said with a smile, "a friend of mine who makes micro films needs some materials for empty mirrors. The scenery on the mountain of PuCi temple is very good. It doesn't matter if he asks me to take pictures of Chaocheng

Bo Zhiwu smiles, "have a good time ~"

Lin puts her head down, and Shen Yanxin says to Bo Zhiwu, "Zhizhi, it's time for us to go to grandma."

The thin woven mist answered.

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at the same time, the temple was silent and deserted

Qiao zhixia stood in front of her grandmother with her head down, and a nameless aura spread out in front of Qiao zhixia.

Grandma's sharp eyes fell on Qiao zhixia's face, and she did not dare to look directly at her grandmother.

"Miss Qiao, it's nice to be by the side of the wreck instead of another woman?"

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