Driver of The Beautiful CEO

When Liu Yanbo woke up, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

The lights outside the windows are brilliant, the stars are bright in the sky, and the soft moonlight is scattered in every dark corner, giving this bustling metropolis some rare tranquility.

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

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

"Because the little dandelions have grown up, they will go to the place where they belong to take root and germinate 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 only 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 didn’t tell me that they would drift away. Not only can they not take root, germinate and reap happiness, they can’t even find their way back, and they become homeless. 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.

There were tears in his eyes, but no tears came out, because the tears had already drained, and Liu Yanbo had been numb.

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

"Yellow Ma, where am I?" Liu Yanbo was groggy and unwilling to pay attention to the furnishings in the room.

"At the hospital, you said that 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.

Huang Ma 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, soothing the throat and warming the heart.

Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed such care 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 asked for 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.

But now that there is, a kind mother-like person is waiting in front of his sickbed, taking care of him carefully.

Looking at the wrinkles in the corners of Huang Ma's eyes and the kind smile, Liu Yanbo's heart was still rippled in the backwaters: "Ma'am Huang, are you a native of the city?"

"No." Mother Huang shook her head and wiped the water off Liu Yanbo's mouth, and asked with a smile: "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 Miss's grandfather from the orphanage, not to mention where the home is, even the name of the orphanage's deputy helped me get it." Huang Ma's face did not change the smile, and grieved herself. The life style is light and light, as if talking about 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 so sorry, it's all about sesame seeds, and I've seen it for a long time."

"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, let alone look away.

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

"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."

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

"Look, my old lady, I'm nagging 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? Clearly Fenghua Zhengmao, if we go to the street together, don't know, we thought we were sisters and brothers." Liu Yanbo said with a smile.

In fact, Liu Yanbo is not too exaggerated. Although Huang Ma is in her fifties, she is properly 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 stewed the chicken broth and you drink it." Huang Ma said as she took out the heat preservation barrel from a cloth bag.

Goo?

The chicken broth was very fragrant, and it made people have an appetite when smelling it, and Liu Yanbo's stomach rang at this time.

Upon hearing the sound, Huang Ma 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 flatter: "I wasn't hungry. It was Mommy Huang that the soup you made was too fragrant. As soon as I smelled it, I was hungry."

Huang Ma put the soup into the bowl spoon by spoon and smiled: "That aunt, you will have more to drink later."

"Yellow Mom." Liu Yanbo shouted, then paused a little, and his expression became very serious and asked: "I will 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 hands, looking at Huang Ma with more seriousness.

Huang Ma has no relatives and no reason, Liu Yanbo knows, otherwise he will not rashly say such a thing.

Although the current trend of doing sons and daughters is very trendy, Liu Yanbo’s thoughts are very conservative among young people. This is what he has lost and what he misses most.

Ma Huang is 51 years old this year, and she has not left too old marks on her face, but she is indeed old.

What is the old man's greatest wish?

Happy family, full of children and grandchildren.

But Huang Ma doesn’t 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.

Mother Huang regretted it, regretting that she had not had a home when she was young;

I also envy, and envy 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 old dizzy point. 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 doesn't care about it, the lord will never agree."

The national 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 recognized me or not. Recognize my mother, if they feel suffocated, the big deal is divorce!"

In Liu Yanbo's mind, he did not take Yin Hanruo's parents and family seriously, and a family that could push his daughter into the fire pit was 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 that Huang Ma would have such a sudden reaction, waving again and again: "No! No! Huang Ma, I won't say it, I don't recognize it, don't cry."

They say 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.

Thump?

Mom Huang was amused by Liu Yanbo's appearance, and said in secret: "It seems that Aunt is also a man who can't see the tears of a woman, so she must tell the young lady to go."

"Grandpa, don't mention it again in the future." Huang Ma said very seriously.

"Don't mention it."

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