All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love

Bo Zhiwu said with a smile, "of course, it's exercise. Didn't you say that I always stay at home

Now the spring is slowly opening, the weather is not cold, it is a good season for sports.

Ji Jiayan said with a smile: "my words, you can put in mind, I am very happy."

Bo Zhiwu looked at Ji Jiayan, followed him to the door, "that's because what you said is reasonable ~"

Ji Jiayan asked her, "run together?"

Bo Zhiwu nodded, "OK."

Ji Jiayan knew that she had not been exercising for a long time, and reminded her, "it's better to do a good warm-up exercise first, or I'll go home after running, and my body will be very painful the next day."

Bo Zhiwu nodded and followed Ji Jiayan to warm up and play together. After that, he began to jog. The air quality around here is very good, and there are occasional bird calls in the woods. Thin woven fog closed his eyes and listened to the cicadas singing and birds calling in his ears, which made him feel comfortable. As she ran, she said to Ji Jiayan: "I haven't exercised for a long time. Suddenly I ran for a few laps. It's quite comfortable."

Ji Jiayan said: "more exercise, can enhance physical fitness."

Bo Zhiwu nodded and continued to run forward. She ran a little fast. Ji Jiayan could not help laughing at her like this, "what are you doing in such a hurry? No one's chasing you. "

Bo Zhiwu turned back and looked at Ji Jiayan with a smile and said, "that's not good. I have to run in front of you. There is a good saying that stupid birds fly first."

Yes, there is a saying that stupid birds fly first, but there is also a saying that extreme joy makes sorrow.

"Ah --"

Bo Zhiwu ran without looking at the road and accidentally stepped into a pit, and his right ankle tilted toward the pit. The whole body is not stable, hard to the right in the past. Elbow support on the ground, dull pain immediately came.

When Ji Jiayan saw her like this, he was shocked. He ran to Bo Zhiwu and asked, "are you OK with weaving?"

Thin weaving fog fell on the ground, her eyebrows tightly twisted into a ball, she took a cold breath, "no It's OK. "

Ji Jiayan doesn't believe it. If you look at her just now, you can see that she must have fallen heavily. He couldn't help but say that he picked up the thin woven fog and said, "I'll take you to the hospital first."

Bo Zhiwu was a little embarrassed. She said, "no, I can go by myself."

Ji Jiayan looked down at the girl in his arms. He said, "do you think you look like this now, can I let you go to the hospital at ease?"

Thin weaving fog eyes dim a bit, pursed lips, had no choice but to let Ji Jiayan embrace himself in the arms, sent to the hospital.

After hanging the number, we discharged the thin woven fog and made a series of examinations. Finally, we met the doctor.

"It's not a big problem. It's just a sprain. I'll take some medicine home and have a good rest for a week. It's almost OK."

After hearing this, Ji Jiayan finally felt relieved. He said thanks to the doctor. "Thank you."

The doctor shook his head and the nurse continued to call for other patients to come in. Bo Zhiwu was helped by Ji Jiayan and went downstairs. The hospital at this time a little more people, thin weaving fog limp, "said there is not too big things, you still have to come to the hospital."

Ji Jiayan looked at her and said solemnly, "the doctor said that your foot sprained, but also said it was OK. In your cognition, what is something?"

Thin weaving mist pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, you're worried again."

Ji Jiayan did not speak, just said: "go home and have a good rest."

Bo Zhiwu agreed. Ji Jiayan took her hand and walked slowly.

Face to face is a familiar face. Standing beside him was Mrs. Zhen's attending doctor.

"Your wife's condition has not been very good recently, or is it because of worry that she has become sick..."

Zhen Dao slowly nodded his head, looked up and saw a familiar figure. When he saw the thin woven fog, his eyes were full of shock, "Mrs. Lu?"

This What's going on? The news from Chaocheng said that she died half a year ago?! He also lamented. But now, why are you here again?! All kinds of doubts linger in the mind of Zhen Dao.

Ji Jiayan was shocked. A little doubt appeared on Bo Zhiwu's face. Looking at Zhen Dao, she felt that she was a little familiar, but more, it was strangeness.

She frowned and asked, "what Mrs. Lu?"

Zhen Dao looks at Ji Jiayan, and looks at the thin weaving fog. He is full of doubts and puzzles. Ji Jiayan drooped her eyes and said, "Zhen Dao, have you recognized the wrong person? This is angel, my friend."

Zhen also looked at the thin woven fog carefully, and his heart was more determined by the answer. This is as like as two peas, a mist and a voice.

One side of the doctor looked at Zhen, guess he probably met a friend, said a few words, then left.

He looked at Bo Zhiwu and exclaimed, "are you really, not Mrs. Lu?"

Thin weaving mist skimmed her lips, eyebrows have some helplessness, "before someone said, I look like the dead actress Qiao zhixia."She's her. She's unique. And no one is similar, not who!

Zhen Dao seemed to recognize the impatience in her tone, looked at her and said apologetically, "that Maybe I'm really wrong. I'm sorry

After all, Lu Chenzhou thought she was dead. How could they suddenly come back to life and appear in country a?

Bo Zhiwu smiles. She reaches out her hand and says with a smile, "well, I'll try to be myself again. Hello, Mr. Zhen. I'm angel

As soon as the words fell, the nanny at home helped Mrs. Zhen out. She was not very good today. She looked up and saw the thin woven fog. Her eyes were filled with inexplicable joy, and the whole person was excited.

She took Bo Zhiwu's hand and called out, "Qing Yu, Qing Yu, mother has found you! You What are you doing here! They all said I was crazy, but only I knew that my wife would not leave me. She was not dead

Said, will thin weave fog in the arms, eyes, is incomparably joyful and excited tears.

Mrs. Zhen has been holding the hand of thin weaving fog tightly, and the whole person is stunned in situ.

Thin weaving fog is really scared by this battle. The nanny at her side rushed forward and pulled Mrs. Zhen back. "Ma'am, you are really mistaken. Miss, it was gone 18 years ago... "

Seeing this, Zhen Dao's eyebrows are a little gloomy. Looking at Mrs. Zhen's excited appearance, he has no taste in the bottom of his heart. However, she still looked at Bo Zhiwu and said with some guilt: "Miss angel, I'm sorry, my wife. She lost her daughter in her early years, and she was worried all the year round. Therefore, she may have misjudged people. You don't mind. "