All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love

"Intermittent mental illness," Lu said. It's been many years. More than ten years ago, Zhen's daughter and his wife's daughter were kidnapped, forcing him to hand over the ransom. Zhen took the money with him. It was already late. A week later, a woman's body was found in a harbor, which was completely changed at that time. The matching rate of tested blood group and screening is very high. Mrs. Zhen has been crazy since then. Zhen has been taking care of Mrs. Zhen all these years. "

Thin weaving fog some emotion, "all living beings are suffering."

Lu Chenzhou chuckled, "you little girl, why do you suddenly sigh at this?"

Bo Zhiwu skimmed her lips, "nothing, just suddenly think of my dad."

Intermittent mental illness and progressive frostbite are the same diseases that afflict family members. Maybe god can't bear to let her have such bad luck. Her adoptive mother died, and her best friend dug her up. She was left by a dregs man. So let her meet the sunken boat and pull her out of the mire of life.

Lu Chenzhou was silent for a moment and then said, "Dad's illness, I will let Gu Linxian use the best medicine. Don't worry. I will do what I promise you. "

Bo Zhiwu giggled, "you don't have to promise me this again."

Lu Chenzhou looked at her and said, "I don't want to repeat it. It's just that some idiot always talks about it in front of me."

Bo Zhiwu nuogued and did not speak any more.

-

after the dinner, Secretary Ji and Shen Yanxin sent the guests away for Bo Zhiwu and Lu Shenzhou. Bo Zhiwu returns to the room and looks at the book Ji Jiayan gave her. Shen Yan knocks on the door, "Zhizhi, can I come in?"

Bo Zhiwu took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "yes."

Shen Yan heart with an express came in, thin weaving fog frown at her, "this what ah?"

Shen Yan heart thief Xi Xi Xi smile, "of course, it's calligraphy."

“…… Is he really coming? "

Thin weaves the fog to blacken the face, capitalist this is true? Her handwriting is not so ugly. Why should she practice calligraphy.

"Otherwise, you think I'm kidding you?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded. Bo Zhiwu looked at the door, and Lu Chenzhou came in.

Shen Yan's heart gave a subtle smile, "then I'll go first."

Lu Chenzhou nodded and acquiesced in her behavior.

Thin weaving fog turned her mouth, and she pulled the sleeve of Lu Chenzhou pitifully, "Oh, isn't this kind of thing that children need to do? I'm 22 years old. Are you still struggling with this? "

Lu Shen boat's lips curved in a curve, teasing her: "yes, 22 people. The handwriting is not as beautiful as the children. "

He rubbed his thin woven mist hair. "Write it obediently, one page a day. I'll check it."

She was down at the table, trying to struggle, mumbling, "what if I don't?"

Lu Chenzhou, with a smile, stood opposite the table, propped up the table, and looked at her with burning eyes, "then I will..."

The ending of his sentence was very long. Bo Zhiwu knew what he was going to say next, so he put out his hand to cover his mouth.

Lu Chenzhou's long eyelashes cast a shadow on the lying silkworm. He is only one centimeter away from the thin woven fog, which is the nearest distance between people.

The emerald green table lamp beside the desk reflects a light, reflecting on the side face of Lu Chenzhou. Thin woven fog suddenly fell into his eyes deeper than the night.

Bo Zhiwu blinked. Her dark pupil reflected Lu Chenzhou's figure, and her familiar breath wrapped her. She was staring at Lu Chenzhou, and suddenly a soft kiss fell on her lips.

"Well..."

Thin woven fog held his breath, brain a blank, heart thumping, as if the next second will jump out of the throat.

Lu Chenzhou looked at her with great interest, and the corners of her lips suddenly turned high.

After a while, she lowered her head and touched her lips. Thin Zhiwu surrendered and whispered, "I write Can't I write yet? "

Lu Chenzhou was satisfied. He said, "practice calligraphy more and be calm."

-

Bo Zhiwu attended the script seminar for the first time, so he was not late. So she got up early.

Huayu office building is located in the financial street of H City, which is very prosperous.

Shen Yanxin helps her open the door. She gets out of the car and walks into the building with high heels. The staff recognized Bo Zhiwu at a glance and said hello to her respectfully. Bo Zhiwu politely smiles back.

As soon as she got to the elevator, a yellow fault repair sign stood in front of her.

Thin weave fog black face, "I won't be so bad luck."

The meeting room is on the twelfth floor. Is she going to climb the twelve stairs?

Shen Yan heart chuckled, "I'll ask the logistics department, you go first. I'll come later. "

Bo Zhiwu nodded and climbed the stairs helplessly. As soon as she got to the eighth floor, she heard a delicate female voice: "general manager Lu, didn't you agree that the role was for me?"Yeah? It's like the taste of melon!

The thin woven fog clings to the corner of the wall and looks at it quietly. There are two figures at the corner at the end of the corridor. A woman in a red dress is casting her love on the man.

Eh, the voice still has the back. How can you be so familiar with it?!

Thin woven fog of the brain quickly turned for a while, the mind came up with three words: Tong Qingya.

Yes, that's right! Today's entertainment industry is a small flower, Tong Qingya!

When Tong Qingya was 18 years old, he became popular because of the movie Shangxie. From then on, he was invited to work continuously and became one of the first-line performers. Fans of her evaluation is, "can let people palpitate the first love face."

"That depends on..."

The familiar man's voice sounded, and before Lu's words were finished, the woman took the initiative to put her arms around his neck.

Thin weaving fog listening to the voice or not dare to believe, out of curiosity, she put out a small head. The man's side face showed up.

Sleeping trough! Is it really a sinking boat?!

I didn't expect that he usually looks like a dog, and his appearance is bright and bright. He is a national husband who indulges in abstinence and indulges in a set of hidden rules in the entertainment industry?!

No initiative, no rejection, no responsibility!

She quietly took out her mobile phone and took a picture of the sinking boat with her camera. Bo Zhiwu smiles cunningly, and she murmurs in the bottom of her heart: hum, if this photo is exposed, how can you maintain the image of your good husband!

When Bo Zhiwu is secretly happy, Shen Yanxin's phone calls. Fortunately, her mobile phone is silent!

Bo Zhiwu hung up the phone in a hurry. Afraid to make a little noise, thin weaving fog took off the high-heeled shoes on his feet, stood on tiptoe, and climbed a floor quickly with bare feet.

She leaned against the handrail of the stairwell, panting. Just now my heart was almost out of my throat. She sat on the stairs, took out the mineral water bottle from her bag and drank slowly.

Thin weaving mist threw high heels aside, and a smile rose from the corners of his lips. But slowly, she began to feel sad.