All Dote On One: CEO's Only Love

This sentence, poked into the soft place of thin Zhiwu's heart, she chuckled and finally accepted the card, "thank you, Dad."

Zhen did not speak, just looked at him with a smile. Seeing that her hair was not dry, Mrs. Zhen scratched her hand and said, "let's go. Mom will blow your hair. Although it's spring, if you don't dry your hair, you'll catch cold."

Bo Zhiwu nodded, "OK."

Mrs. Zhen pulls her into the room, picks up the hair dryer and gently blows her hair. "What would you like to eat at noon? I'll let Sister Zhang prepare it," she asked as she blew her hair

Bo Zhiwu laughed and said, "all right."

Mrs. Zhen sighed, "growing up is growing up. I don't have to be picky when I was a child."

Bo Zhiwu said: "there is no choice in the orphanage. The children are all the same food. Sitting together, the food is delicious."

The food in the orphanage is very ordinary. The children eat the same things. The canteen is also those things. Picky food makes you hungry. So, she has no choice.

When Mrs. Zhen heard her talk about the orphanage, her eyes turned red and her voice choked. "You suffered outside."

Bo Zhiwu didn't expect that his casual words made Mrs. Zhen sad again. She quickly turned her head, looked at Mrs. Zhen and said, "Mom, don't do this. You see, I'm not all right now. That's all over. "

After listening to her words, Mrs. Zhen said, "she put out her hand to comfort her face

She blew her hair and took her arm and said, "mom wants to rearrange the room for you for two days. What style do you like?"

Thin woven fog a little helpless, but more, is moved. "I really don't have to. I'm happy to have a room at home," she said

Mrs. Zhen said, "how can we do that? We can't be casual in our room. If it comes out, it can't be said. Since you don't mind, your father and I will take care of it. "

Thin weaving fog lifted her lips, but Mrs. Zhen already knew what she wanted to say. "If I refuse again, I will be angry."

Bo Zhiwu chuckled, "OK, I promise you."

Mrs. Zhen said with satisfaction, "it's almost the same."

In the kitchen, sister-in-law Zhang is preparing lunch. Bo Zhiwu and Mrs. Zhen are sitting on the sofa watching TV. There are grapes in the fruit basket on the tea table. Mrs. Zhen peels them one by one and puts them in a bowl and says to Bo Zhiwu, "have some grapes."

Bo Zhiwu ate a few with a smile. She said with a smile, "Mom, don't be busy. I know what to eat. "

Mrs. Zhen put down the grapes in her hand. When Zhen Daogang came out of the study, she saw the thin woven mist and Mrs. Zhen sitting on the sofa, and suddenly she gave a happy smile.

In the past 18 years, the scene of a family of three, with a happy atmosphere, has been staged countless times in his mind, and this time has finally come true.

Bo Zhiwu seems to notice that there is someone staring at her at the corridor on the second floor. When she looks up, she finds that it is Zhen. She was startled and said with a light smile, "Dad, why do you look at me like this, don't talk, scare me."

Zhen Dao slowly regained consciousness. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He said with a smile, "it's OK. I'm happy."

Mrs. Zhen helped, saying, "you, if you scare Qing Yu, I'm not finished with you!"

Zhen Dao just smiles. Mrs. Zhang had just finished the meal and called out, "Sir, madam, miss, dinner is over."

Hearing this, Bo Zhiwu puts down the remote control in her hand, turns around and pulls Mrs. Zhen into the dining room. On the dining table, Zhen guides constantly adding vegetables to Bo Zhiwu. She is afraid that she can't get used to Western food, so she specially orders sister-in-law Zhang to make Chinese food.

Mrs. Zhen, too. The couple kept putting vegetables in the thin weaving fog. After a while, the food was covered by the dishes.

"Mom and Dad, I'm not a kid, I know how to eat," she said

Thin woven fog looked down at the dishes in his bowl, but shrugged his shoulders, "you are so, I really can't eat well. Besides, we are a family. I'm really Feel like a guest. "

Hearing this, Zhen Dao's face became serious. He said, "this is your home. How can you become a guest?"

Mrs. Zhen said, "it's not you. Well, don't embarrass you."

After the training, Mrs. Zhen took thin Zhiwu's hand with a smile, "we won't give you vegetables. What do you want to eat, you can clip them by yourself."

Bo Zhiwu nodded slowly, and the table finally returned to its normal appearance. She breathed a sigh of relief. After lunch, Mrs. Zhen went to have a rest. Bo Zhiwu also went to sleep with her. She woke up again. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Mrs. Zhen is sitting in the studio, with a palette in her hand and an apron on her body. She is concentrating on painting.

Thin woven mist came out of the bathroom and was suddenly attracted by the scene.

Outside the glass window, it was just the spring in the afternoon, shining into the studio and sketching Mrs. Zhen's serious face. She is concentrating on painting, occasionally stop strokes, as if thinking about what color to use.After a while, she noticed that someone was looking at herself at the door, smiling and looking back. It was Bo Zhiwu who was standing at the door.

Mrs. Zhen put down her palette and asked with a smile, "why did you come here without saying a word? She stood at the door and watched."

Bo Zhiwu said with a smile, "it's nothing. It's just that my mother's serious painting looks really good."

Mrs. Zhen was very happy with her words. She said, "our family is very beautiful, but she has a sweet mouth."

Her hands were covered with paint and the mist came into the studio. Enjoy the oil painting on the drawing board carefully. It seems to be an unfinished landscape. On the canvas, three people stand in the sea of flowers at the right time of the opening of the Persian chrysanthemum in July. It looks like a family of three.

Bo Zhiwu has already guessed that it is Zhen Dao, Mrs. Zhen and her.

She said with a smile, "this is, when did you draw it?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhen chuckled bitterly. "She started writing very early, but I haven't been able to draw any more."

At the beginning, Zhen Qingyu's death had a great impact on her. After she became ill with anxiety, she finally suffered from intermittent mental illness.

Generally, it's fine, but when you get sick, you're just as mad as if you're crazy. You're going to go to find her and say that she's not dead. It was Zhen who hid her from Mrs. Zhen.

Thin woven fog can see, her gloomy. After a moment's silence, he said, "Mom, teach me to draw."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhen was somewhat surprised and said, "why do you suddenly want to learn to draw?"

Bo Zhiwu said with a smile, "because I think my mother's paintings are beautiful. Besides, I learned how to draw. In addition to writing scripts, I can also paint with my mother to kill time. "

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhen chuckled and said, "OK. Mom taught you. What else do you want to learn? Mom will teach you

Bo Zhiwu smiles and bends her eyebrows and eyes. She says, "can I color with you first?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhen nodded. She took an apron for thin weaving mist and put it on her body. She carefully taught her how to color and how to color with a pen.

Outside the window, the sun is very good, is falling on their rising corners of the mouth.

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