Driver of The Beautiful CEO

Liu Yanbo woke up at eight o'clock in the evening.

The lights are bright outside the window, the stars are shining in the sky, and the soft moonlight is scattered in every dark corner, which gives this bustling and noisy metropolis some rare tranquility.

Liu Yanbo was also very quiet in his heart. Like the backwaters of the same pool, he was undone. He stared blankly at the ceiling and lay motionless on the hospital bed, still like an empty shell without a soul.

"Mom, why does the dandelion fly away when the wind blows?"

"Because the little dandelions grow up, they are going to take root and sprout where they belong, and reap happiness. The same is true for Xiaobo. When you grow up later, you must leave your mother and look for happiness that belongs to you."

"I don't want to grow up, I don't want to leave my mother!"

"Stupid boy, the boy who doesn't grow up is a coward."

"I am not a coward, I am not!"

"Well! Wavelet is not a coward, Wavelet is the bravest boy."

"......"

If the memory is a bottle of medicine, then Liu Yanbo's memory is a bottle of poison, mixed with sweet and bitter poison.

"Mom, you only told me that dandelions grow up and reap happiness, but you did n’t tell me that they would drift away. Not only can they not take root and sprout, and reap happiness, they ca n’t even find their way back to homelessness. Returnable wild species! "

Liu Yanbo had a thousand words in his heart, but he was all stuck in his heart and turned into a silent cry.

Eyes shed tears, but no tears flowed out, because the tears had already drained, and Liu Yanbo had been numb.

"Grandpa, you are finally awake! You are almost terrifying to my old lady." Huang Ma pushed the door in and hurried to the hospital bed.

"Mother Huang, where am I?" Liu Yanbo was groggy, and he had no intention of paying attention to the furnishings in the room.

"At the hospital, you said your child was fine when he went out in the morning, why did he have a high fever all at once? It was almost forty degrees to burn you." Huang Ma spoke very softly, like When a mother confronts a child who is suddenly ill, she is full of heartache.

"It may have been cold last night. Today, when I was blown by the sea breeze, I caught a cold." Liu Yanbo's voice was hoarse and his lips were very dry. The ointment applied to it had cracked.

Mother Huang quickly helped Liu Yanbo to sit up and put a pillow on his back so that he could rest comfortably on the head of the bed. Then pour a glass of water, carefully handed to Liu Yanbo's mouth, said softly: "Come on, drink slobber to moisturize the throat first."

The water temperature is just right, neither hot nor cold, soothes the throat and warms the heart.

Such care, Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed it for a long time.

After 13 years old, whether it was sick or injured, or a seizure, Liu Yanbo was hiding alone in the corner and was alone. No one served tea or water, and no one greeted him with warmth. He even lived with him for more than a year. None of Liu Feiyan has done such a warm-hearted move, let alone others.

Is now available, and a kind, mother-like person is waiting in front of his sickbed, taking care of him carefully.

Looking at the wrinkles in Huang Ma's eyes and the kind smile, the backwater in Liu Yanbo's heart showed a ripple: "Ma Huang, are you a native of the city?"

"No." Mother Huang shook her head and wiped the water off the corner of her mouth for Liu Yanbo. She smiled and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just want to talk to you." Liu Yanbo continued to ask: "Where are you from Huang Ma?"

"I don't know. I was taken back by the young lady's grandfather from the orphanage, not to mention where the home is, even the name was taken by the director of the orphanage to help me." Huang Ma's face did not change the smile, and made herself miserable. The life style is light, but it is like saying a very common thing.

"Yellow Mom, I'm sorry!" Liu Yanbo bowed his head and apologized.

Huang Ma waved her hand and said, "I'm sorry about this, it's all about sesame seeds, and it has long been seen."

"Look away." Liu Yanbo smiled. He was a little envious of Huang Ma. He knew very well that for the past, no matter how many years he passed, he couldn't let go of it, let alone see it.

"What can I do if I don't look away? It's not self-seeking trouble!" Huang Ma actually said this to Liu Yanbo deliberately. She could see that her aunt had a deep knot in her heart.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Liu Yanbo murmured. Eyes unconsciously looked out the window, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that this is really the case."

But, since it is a knot, how can it be solved?

"Look, my old lady, I'm going to chatter as soon as I open the chat box. Okay, let's talk about what to do! Grandpa, don't be surprised." Huang Ma took a glimpse of the lonely flash in Liu Yanbo's eyes, she Understand that some knots cannot be solved by others in a few words.

"Where is Huang Ma old? Obviously Fenghua Zhengmao, if we go to the street together, I don't know, I thought we were sisters and brothers." Liu Yanbo said with a chuckle.

In fact, Liu Yanbo is not too exaggerated. Although Huang Ma is in her fifties, she is well maintained and looks like she is about 40 years old.

"Just talking nonsense, all the people are buried in the loess, what else is there." Huang Ma said so, but she felt like she was smeared with honey.

"Grandpa, should you be hungry? I simmered the chicken broth and you drink it." Huang Ma said as she took out the heat preservation barrel from a cloth bag.

Goo

Chicken soup is very fragrant, it makes people have an appetite when they smell it, and Liu Yanbo's stomach rang at this time.

Hearing the noise, Mom Huang couldn't help but laugh, complaining: "Your boy, don't talk when you're hungry. If I don't say, do you still want to endure?"

Liu Yanbo sucked his nose and continued to pat off: "I wasn't hungry, it was Mommy Huang that the soup you made was too fragrant. When I smelled it, I was hungry when I was not hungry."

Mother Huang put spoonful of soup into the bowl, smiled and said: "That aunt, you will have more to drink later."

"Yellow Mother." Liu Yanbo shouted, then paused a little, his expression became very serious and asked: "I'll be your son?"

Mother Huang shook her hand, and the bowl almost fell to the ground. It took a while to react, and hurriedly said: "Grandpa, don't mess with this kind of joke!"

"I'm serious." Liu Yanbo reached out and took the bowl from Huang Ma's hand, looking at Huang Ma with more seriousness.

Yellow mother has no relatives and no reason, Liu Yanbo knows, otherwise he will not rashly say such things.

Although it is very fashionable to do sons and daughters now, Liu Yanbo's thinking is very conservative among young people. The reason why he wanted to catch up with such a trend is because Mother Huang gave him care like mother This is what he has lost and what he misses most.

Yellow Ma is 51 years old this year. The years have not left too old marks on her face, but she is indeed old.

What is the old man's greatest wish?

Family joy, children and grandchildren.

But Huang Ma does not have a home, let alone mention the grandchildren, her life is actually fixed: one day in the future, she will live alone in a nursing home, there is no scenery to be buried by the filial sons and grandchildren, only the hassle of the matter end.

Huang Ma regretted that she didn't own a home when she was young;

Also envied, envied others' children and grandchildren.

Everything was too late, but now destiny gave her another chance.

Liu Yanbo's seriousness can be seen by anyone, and it is indeed very serious. Huang Ma can also see that she has not reached the point of dizziness. She is hesitant, even struggling, struggling to go against her heart.

"No way! Absolutely no way!" Huang Ma still refused, but she had too much helplessness and reluctance in her decisive voice. She turned away and quietly wiped the tears from her eyes, said: "Little Liu, you are a lady Her husband, let a servant be a mother to her aunt, even if the young lady does n’t care about it, the lord will never agree. "

State policy is indeed very good, socialism is equal for everyone, but ‘things are artificial’ is sometimes not a commendatory term, class has never disappeared.

Let Yin Hanruo's parents and grandfather later be relatives of their own servants, sitting on an equal footing. They don't have to think about it. It is absolutely impossible. They can't afford to lose this face, and they are never allowed to lose it.

Liu Yanbo said indifferently: "This is my own business, and it has nothing to do with others. Besides, I married Han Ruo privately, and her family will not recognize me. Recognize my mother, if they feel aggrieved, it ’s a big divorce! "

In Liu Yanbo's heart, he really did not take Yin Hanruo's parents and family seriously, and a family who can push his daughter into the fire pit is not worthy of his respect.

"Grandpa, you are forcing me to leave you!" Mom Huang suddenly turned her head, her eyes red.

Liu Yanbo didn't expect Huang Ma to have such a big reaction suddenly, waving again and again: "No! No! Huang Ma, I won't say it, I don't recognize it, don't cry."

Said that women's tears, men's sins.

Liu Yanbo was really panicked. The spoon in his hand was swung out to him, and the soup in the bowl was also sprinkled for half, and he was helpless like a frightened child.

Puff

Mother Huang was amused by Liu Yanbo's appearance, and said in secret: "It seems that my aunt is also a man who can't see women's tears, so I have to tell the young lady to go."

"Grandpa, don't mention this later." Huang Ma said very seriously.

"Don't mention it."