All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love

Thin woven fog is a walking corpse, walking in the night of Chaocheng. It rained harder and harder, wetting her clothes.

At the corner of the street, a black car stopped far away by the side of the road.

Ji Jiayan's eyes fell on the thin woven fog, and his eyes were full of heartache and intolerance. His long fingers slowly clenched into a fist. The figure of thin woven fog is in the dense rain curtain. It seems more and more thin and thin.

She walked slowly, aimlessly. "Miss." Behind came the voice of a strange man, thin woven fog slowly back to God, the man looked at her, holding an umbrella in his hand, "here you are."

Thin weaving fog looking at the umbrella, lenglengleng trance. When a man sees her like this, he is really afraid. Her eyes were dull. Before she took the umbrella, the man put the umbrella in her arms, turned and left in a hurry.

She looked at the umbrella in her hand and pursed her lips with a bitter smile.

"Did you give her the umbrella?" Ji Jiayan lowered the window and looked at the man.

The man chuckled and nodded. He rubbed his hands and stretched out his hand toward Ji Jiayan, "say good reward."

Ji Jiayan took out a piece of money from the bag and handed it to him, "thank you."

The man said thanks with a smile and turned away.

*

wandering around, in the end, the hotel is the only place where thin woven fog can go.

The body has long been drenched by the autumn rain. The warm water has warmed the fingertips and spread all over the body. As she stood in front of the mirror, she loosened her bath towel and looked at the heart-shaped birthmark behind her waist. In her mind, she remembered that four years ago, when Zhen and Mrs. Zhen first recognized her.

The sweeter the memory is, the more bitter it will be.

What she thought was her was actually Lin ruochu's. How ridiculous. In the mirror, the girl's face was pale and her lips were bloodless. She held out her hand and looked at herself in the mirror.

Bo Zhiwu remembers that she is smiling, but the girl in the mirror, tears are constantly sliding out of her eyes.

"Tomorrow will be a new day. Thin woven fog is nothing. What's to be afraid of? Anyway, the worst is already like this. Can it be worse? "

She comforted herself in such a way that only she could hear her voice. A few words, in this lonely autumn night, even more pale.

Say a new start, everyone can do, but really want to start again, how much courage?

Thin woven mist wearily closed her eyes, the cold light on her body. More and more thin figure.

She was holding back and turning over and over. She didn't sleep until the middle of the night. When she woke up again, she was in a much better mood than she was yesterday, but the whole person was drowsy and her nasal voice was a little heavy.

"To clear water bay villa area in Chaocheng." Speak, is she can not accept the low hoarseness.

In the taxi, there was news about Mrs. Zhen's accident yesterday. Bo Zhiwu had a bad headache. Listening to the voice, she said impatiently, "close it."

The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror. Her eyes were a little strange, and thin woven fog didn't notice. The driver listened to her and shut down the news.

"Here we are, miss."

When the car body was stunned, the thin woven fog opened her eyes. She looked at the eye surface, more than 200. Reach out to touch the body, this just recalled, bag yesterday forgot to take. She looked down at her mobile phone, pressed for a long time, it was found that, as if there was no power.

Bo Zhiwu looks a little embarrassed, and finally takes the driver into Zhen's house and asks Zhang Ma to help pay for it.

I came back to pick up my things and planned to leave. But looking at such a large room, thin weaving fog suddenly felt that he had nothing to take away except a few clothes.

Just out of the door, thin weaving fog that originally pale face even more ugly.

The police, Zhen, Lin ruochu and Ji Jiayan are standing in front of her.

Thin woven FOG's eyes calmly hovered over their faces. When her eyes stay on Ji Jiayan's body, her remaining light inadvertently glimpses Lin ruochu standing beside Ji Jiayan.

The bottom of her heart was like the bottom of a calm lake. Suddenly, she was thrown into a tiny stone, rippling.

Thin weaving fog did not look down, just holding his clothes corner, frown puzzled asked: "what does this mean?"

A uniformed policeman came forward, a dazzling silver in the autumn afternoon, the cold light, straight into the heart of the weaving mist.

Zhen Dao raised his eyes, his eyes were full of indifference, and his tone was very disappointed, "Qing Yu, that's your mother. How can you go down to it?"

Bo Zhiwu was stunned, and felt puzzled. What did she do?

Before he could speak, Lin ruochu cried and said, "sister Qingyu, how can you harm your mother?"

Ji Jiayan looked at Lin ruochu standing beside him and tightened his fist.

Or follow the police said, "Miss Zhen, according to the driver's account, you planned Mrs. Zhen's car accident. Please come back with us and accept the investigation."The news was no less than a thunderbolt. It was like a thunderbolt in the summer. It was straight towards her temple.

The car accident she planned? What do you mean, she planned the accident?!

"I don't have one." Bo Zhiwu calmly looked at the police, almost subconsciously refuted. Her eyes were firm, like a sharp knife, with a cold light.

"Whether or not, you should follow us for investigation." The police have seen so many such scenes that they just stated it coldly.

Thin weaving fog raised her eyes, staring at Ji Jiayan, and said, "do you think I did it?"

Ji Jiayan was just silent and refused to answer. He slowly lowered his eyes and stared at the ground.

The heart of thin weave fog suddenly sank down, as if someone stabbed a knife. It's bleeding silently. The trace of pain soon spread all over her body, making her unable to breathe. She was frozen in place, unable to take a step forward.

"There she is!"

Far away, came a strange voice, Bo Zhiwu followed the noisy voice, countless media are carrying long guns and short guns towards the thin woven fog.

But in an instant, she was surrounded by a flood of bitter and sharp questions toward the thin woven fog.

"Excuse me, why do you pretend to be the real Miss Zhen in order to marry into a rich family?"

"Why do you attack Mrs. Zhen again? Is it because she discovered your plot?"

“……”

The magnesia lamp flashed straight towards the thin woven fog, like countless pairs of vicious eyes, gouging her out to stare at the stigma column.

In the sky, clouds cover the sun. In an instant, the sky is dark.

Rao is once again a professional quality of her, in the face of her loved ones, lovers, friends do not believe, also did not have the ability to parry the media.

The autumn wind of despair and cold penetrated her skin and penetrated her pores. Then, the thin woven fog was crowded back and forth, the brain was confused, and the whole person was in a muddle. Completely in despair.

Everything came so suddenly that she was caught off guard. The police had gone through the reporter's cold handcuffs, and were about to touch her white wrist.

"I'm afraid you can't take her today." A deep, Cello like voice, slowly sounded behind everyone. Word by word, with enough reassuring power.

A reporter exclaimed, "it's land sinking boat!"

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