All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love

Ji Jiayan listened to her words, raised his eyes to the rain curtain outside the window, his lips raised a smile.

He murmured, "yes."

In this way, the world is silent, only the sound of the rain can be heard, two people holding hot tea, sitting at home enjoying the rain, occasionally talking about two past events, this moment, the world seems to be silent, only two of them.

Ji Jiayan was selfish and wanted to slow down this moment. Bo Zhiwu was sitting beside him. He listened to her as though she was a kind of happiness.

The sky was slowly darkening. Thin weaving fog felt almost, she closed the shawl on her shoulders, "it's not early, then I'll go back first."

Ji Jiayan answered and put on her coat again. He carefully wrapped up his clothes for the thin woven fog and said with a smile, "I'll take you home."

Thin weaving fog did not refuse, slowly nodded, she Qiao smile Qian Xi, "thank you."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Ji Jiayan's index finger fell on her lips. He slowly shook his head. His tone sounded very serious, "never, never say thank you to me."

The eyelashes of the mist trembled slightly, and the dim light in the room pierced her. She said with a smile, "OK, no thanks. I will try my best to invite you to dinner

Ji Jiayan nodded, went downstairs and got on the car. Bo Zhiwu sighed and said, "it's a pity that I didn't see joken today."

Ji Jiayan just gently smile, no longer speak. Thin weaving fog came to the door of the house, pushed the door and walked in. He had no appetite for dinner, so he fell asleep on the bed.

The heating fee of country a is very expensive. The rain outside the window has not stopped, and the next one is not over. The prosperous scene outside the window was covered with a layer of water mist. Thin woven fog slowly fell into a dream.

I thought that after drinking ginger soup, there would be no more things. But Bo Zhiwu overestimated her resistance. When she went to sleep at two o'clock in the morning, she suddenly got hot and felt thirsty and fell into the stove.

Want to drink water, did not have the courage to lift the quilt to climb up.

People are particularly vulnerable when they are sick. A person in a foreign country, in addition to Ji Jiayan, she seems to have no other friends to know. After hesitation, Bo Zhiwu called Ji Jiayan. Ji Jiayan fell asleep and received her call. Seeing her name displayed in the call prompt, she was stunned and quickly slid to the answer key. "Weaving, what's the matter?"

At the other end of the phone, the voice was hoarse and weak. "Hello, Jiayan, I seem to have a fever..."

On hearing this, Ji Jiayan woke up in an instant. He didn't hang up the phone. He was afraid of Bo Zhiwu. A man felt afraid and helpless. He grabbed his clothes and put them on in a hurry. He said, "I won't hang up. I'll come right away."

Thin woven fog suddenly some moved, warm tears from the eyes of the Pa Pa Pa Pa down, with some nasal tone, she choked her throat, hard to say a, "you are so good."

On the other end of the phone, Ji Jiayan heard this sentence, raised the meaning of a gentle smile, "silly. Well, if you're afraid and can't sleep, don't hang up. I'll be with you. "

Bo Zhiwu nodded, and Ji Jiayan was afraid that she would be more uncomfortable. He told her, "forget it, you'd better stop talking, and keep your throat ache."

The thin woven mist answered. Ji Jiayan did not hang up the phone, all the way to Bo Zhiwu to say this, she is really sore throat, occasionally came two laughter, can be said to Ji Jiayan, she is listening.

When Ji Jiayan arrived at her home, Bo Zhiwu staggered and opened the door to him in her pajamas. Ji Jiayan turned on the light, and her pale face came into view. There's no blood on the lips.

He went into the kitchen, ready to pour water to Bo Zhiwu and let her take medicine. Take it up and find it is very light. When you open the cork, you will find that there is no water at all. Ji Jiayan frowned at Bo Zhiwu and guessed that she was going home to take a bath and go to bed directly.

He helplessly looked at the thin weaving fog, holding the thin weaving fog into the room, "I'll go to the kettle first, you lie down, OK, I'll call you. Take medicine first, drop a lot, later really sick, and then go to the needle does not matter. Take antipyretic first. No, let's go to the hospital

Thin weaving fog nodded and lay on the bed. Ji Jiayan tucked in her quilt and went to boil water. Thin weaving fog looked at his back, and suddenly a trace of warmth came into his heart. Eyes are beginning to become bright, lips with a smirk.

After Ji Jiayan cooked the water, the air was warm, which was sent to her lips. After Bo Zhiwu finished the medicine, Ji Jiayan told her again, "drink up the hot water, although I told you to drink more hot water when I was sick. This sentence sounds very straight."

Thin weaving fog was amused by her, she drooped her eyes at the hot water in her hand, and her lips became gentle, "straight man is also very good."

When she finished drinking the hot water, Ji Jiayan lay down again holding thin woven fog. He said, "sleep, I'll watch you."

She said, "well, what do you do?"

Ji Jiayan said: "just right, there are still some things to deal with. No more sleep. "

Thin weaving fog straight looking at him, that pair of clear eyes, instantaneous flow of gentle light. An ambiguous atmosphere flowed between them.Ji Jiayan's ears turned red when she looked at her. He dropped his eyes and avoided the thin woven FOG's eyes without trace. He opened the topic, "I'll get the computer first."

Bo Zhiwu nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

When Bo Zhiwu woke up again, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Outside the door, suddenly came a burst of familiar fragrance. She turned her head and looked at the people around her, and she had already disappeared. Open the quilt, she walked to the living room, which found that Ji Jiayan was busy in the kitchen.

The back, thin woven fog, inexplicably feel a little familiar, as if subconsciously, this scene seems to have been staged countless times.

Ji Jiayan felt that his eyes were staring at him. He slowly turned around and saw the thin woven fog.

He said with a smile, "wake up."

Thin weaving fog nodded and her eyes fell on the purple clay pot. Ji Jiayan explained: "if you get up early and go to the supermarket to buy something, people who are sick should make up for it. I have stewed the soup for you. I can drink it later. "

His eyes are reddish, brown eyes, full of tired look, but looking at the thin woven fog smile, it is extremely gentle.

Bo Zhiwu was a little embarrassed. She scratched her head, looked at Ji Jiayan and said, "you won't, haven't you had a rest all night?"

Ji Jiayan was stunned for a moment. He said with a smile, "I have had a rest."

With that, he went to the thin weaving fog, stretched out his hand, tried the temperature of her forehead, and felt that it was OK. Then he was relieved. He said, "it's OK. The fever has subsided. Otherwise, it will be several days after I take some drops."

Thin weaving fog lowered her head, and she pushed Ji Jiayan to the sofa. "Now, I order you to have a good rest. As for cooking, you'd better leave it to me."

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