100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

After receiving another wave of confessions, Miss Zhao, with the personal help of Qi Jinan, put on her flat shoes and coat, took his hand, walked out of the villa, got in the car, and set off for Nanshui Bay.

Near the sanatorium, Zhao Chuyu looked up at him with an uncertain expression, "Jin'an, why don't you stay in the car later? Or go somewhere else?"

For more than a month before this, she had been experiencing nausea and vomiting almost every day. It was an indescribable discomfort, and she was somewhat worried that he would be disgusted to the point of vomiting when seeing the opposite sex.

Only those who have experienced it personally can understand that feeling.

So she didn't want him to force himself to go in with her despite the discomfort. She could actually do it alone.

Qi Jinan concealed the dark color in his eyes, lowered his eyelids and looked at the worried beauty in his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles, "Xiao Chuyu is so worried about me?"

"You're my baby's father, of course I'm worried about you."

She said this subconsciously, and her usual coolness was no longer there.

She is very different after she becomes pregnant.

In the past, she would never easily say anything that would expose her true thoughts, let alone express her concern for the opposite sex.

Even when he hadn't yet succeeded in "getting to the top" and was just her boyfriend, it was no exception.

Unexpectedly, at this time when her memory was sometimes good and sometimes bad, she had an unexpected gain.

Not only can I get her sincere treatment, but she also always cares about me.

The sense of satisfaction that filled his heart made the color in Qi Jinan's eyes softer and softer.

He bent down and kissed her rosy lips, then continued with a faint smile, "I'm just your husband."

Even if the fetus in her belly was his blood, it had no right to occupy a place in his heart, nor would it divert his attention from focusing solely on her.

His heart and all his love would only be given to her.

Zhao Chuyu seemed to understand what he meant, and her charming eyes were filled with smiles, "I understand, you are just my 'Mr. Qi'."

"Yes, my Mrs. Qi."

All the unfinished words are left unsaid.

When the convoy drove into the sanatorium, Qi Jinan did not make it clear whether he would accompany her in.

But who is he?

He is the president of Saint Ann who has thousands of bodyguards. How can a mere sanatorium "stop" his steps?

When he gave the order to go to Nanshui Bay, his assistant Zheng Zhi had already driven over in advance and asked the bodyguards to clear the area.

As for Grandma Jiang, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease half a month ago, she also looked at the "photo" with Zhao Chuyu for a long time under the "conditioning" of professionals.

However, her illness progressed so quickly that she completely forgot about her little granddaughter, who had depended on her for more than ten years.

Xu Zhiping, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat, looked tired.

He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, adjusted his glasses, and then spoke gently to the old lady who was half lying on the rattan chair:

"Granny Jiang, this is your granddaughter. Her name is Zhao Chuyu. You can call her Xiaochu, just like you did when you talked to her on the phone the night before last."

This is an old lady that Fifth Master has ordered to be taken special care of, and the staff at the nursing home are trying their best to do their best.

However, he had emphasized this for half an hour, but this "stubborn" old lady just wouldn't "cooperate" at all.

In the first half hour, after taking a look at the "group photo", I told him three words without even taking a breath: "I don't know him."

Xu Zhiping felt like crying but had no tears, but he could only patiently continue to deepen the old man's memory. After all, Master Qi Wu had ordered that the president's wife must not notice anything unusual.

As for the specific reasons, he was just a chief physician and did not dare to speculate too much.

Granny Jiang seemed unwilling to embarrass the doctor, so she sat up straight with her slightly hunched body and looked at the "group photo" on the tablet with her cloudy eyes.

Looking left and right, up and down, she still looked unfamiliar. "My granddaughter? Xiaochu?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhiping seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He was suddenly as excited as if he had received a shot of chicken blood. He could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart as he held the medical record in his hands. "Yes, yes, it's your granddaughter, Xiaochu."

After teaching for so long, he was almost in despair, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden turn of events.

Granny Jiang stared at the composite photo on the tablet, as if trying to recall it. After thinking for about a minute, she shook her head and said, "I don't know him."

After saying that, he pushed the tablet away, not wanting to look at it anymore.

The middle-aged male doctor was completely desperate and looked dejectedly at the ornaments on the table. What was the problem?

The night before, after the "training", wasn't Granny Jiang able to chat with the president's wife flawlessly? Why doesn't she recognize her now?

It's only been less than two days! How could the condition get worse so quickly?

He seemed to see the dark abyss at the bottom of the cliff and let out a long sigh.

If the president's wife sees that Granny Jiang doesn't even recognize her, will the president kill him?

By the way, wasn’t the President’s wife told over the phone half a month ago that Granny Jiang didn’t recognize anyone?

Why did the CEO secretly order that Granny Jiang not to let the secret slip? And why did he hire him for "rehabilitation training" at a high price?

Zheng Zhi, who had been standing nearby, saw this, put away his phone, frowned, and asked, "Is there any other way?"

He just received a message from his bodyguard that Master Wu and his wife were at the door and would be up in five minutes.

Although he hadn't spoken to Zhao Chuyu and had rarely seen her in the past month, he had noticed something unusual.

As for why she suddenly became "abnormal", he, who was just a junior assistant, didn't dare to think too much about it, let alone be curious.

He would do whatever the Fifth Master told him to do.

Sometimes, people can live better and longer by being a little confused.

Xu Zhiping put away the medical equipment and said with a wry smile:

“Assistant Zheng, there is no other way.

Alzheimer's disease is a degenerative disease of the central nervous system. In addition to showing intellectual and memory impairment, as the disease progresses, speech and motor functions will gradually become impaired.

According to Grandma Jiang's case, she had to get five stitches due to a head impact three months ago, which may be the main reason for the accelerated deterioration of her condition.

We can’t stimulate the elderly now, we can only let nature take its course.”

He was mentally prepared to pack up and leave.

After listening to Xu Zhiping's story, Zheng Zhi turned around and looked at the old lady who had laid back in the recliner and closed her eyes to rest.

Now I can only pray that I won’t die too miserably, but I still have to report to Master Wu in advance to minimize the damage.

However, before he reached the elevator, a group of bodyguards came up the stairs, led by the bodyguard captain, "Assistant Zheng, Master Wu and his wife have entered the elevator."

It’s over.

When Zheng Zhi heard this, he felt as if his eyes went dark.

Before I could think of any countermeasures, the elevator door in front of me opened automatically.

Seeing his boss hugging Zhao Chuyu, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Fifth Master, Madam, Granny Jiang... Granny Jiang just fell asleep. Yes, she just fell asleep."

Zheng Zhi finally found an excuse, and the cold sweat on his back almost soaked his clothes.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuyu took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was 9:30 in the morning.

She glanced at the corridor occupied by bodyguards in confusion, "My mother-in-law fell asleep?"

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