Driver of The Beautiful CEO

Xincheng District Bureau.

Cooperating with the police to complete the case, Han Shuilan has collapsed and is sitting on the steps outside the main entrance of the police station, unwilling to leave.

She sometimes covered her face and wept, and sometimes looked up at the dark night sky. There were no more sorrows in her tearful eyes, and there was only empty despair, no anger and hope.

The night wind is very strong and very cold.

Liu Yanbo took off his coat and gently put it on Han Shuilan, then sat quietly beside her, but could not say a word.

He is not good at speaking, but he is so stupid that he can't say a comforting word, but what's the use of saying it?

In this world, happiness can be spoken out for others to share, but pain can never be shared with verbal comfort.

Han Shuilan didn't speak, she didn't even look at Liu Yanbo again.

The lights in the police station are brilliant, people are coming and going, and there are occasional loud noises, but they are like being in another world, only silence like death.

In this way, I didn't know how long I sat. It was so long that the tears in Han Shuilan's eyes had drained, and it was so long that Liu Yanbo turned his head to look at her, and his neck felt sore.

Two white-haired old men helped each other and walked into the compound of the police station.

The ages of these two old men do not look very high, and they should not be old yet, but at this moment, their staggering steps are like they have reached the dying years of the wind and candles. Every step taken may be in their life. The last step.

They walked up the stairs tremblingly and walked in front of Han Shuilan, who buried his knees, as if they had exhausted all their strength, but the sound was so weak that they shouted with a trembling voice: "Xiaolan~"

Han Shuilan slowly raised her head and looked at the two old men who appeared in front of her. Colors appeared again in the empty eyes, but that was more sad than sad. She opened her mouth and cried without tears, hoarse. There was also a cry of excessive sadness in the voice: "Dad, Mom, I lost Xi'er~"

This news was received by the two old men before they came, but when they heard their daughter speak out, they were still struck by lightning.

Han Mu finally couldn't hold her back, her eyes were black, and she fell back straight.

"My wife~"

"Mom~"

Liu Yanbo's eyes were fast and he quickly caught the fallen Han mother, and then pinched her.

After a while, Han Mum woke up quietly, tears came out as soon as her eyes broke away, and she kept muttering: "My good grandson, my good grandson..."

"Mom~" Han Shuilan burst into tears and blamed herself, "blame me, blame me......"

collapse--

Only collapse.

Father Han seemed to be several decades old at this time, and he was already crying, but he did not fall down. Although he was crumbling, he still stood like a pillar in this cold winter night. He looked up at the brightly lit lights. The police station building, hoping to see the light of hope, asked: "Xiao Lan, what do the police say?"

"The police has opened an investigation and expanded the scope of the search." Liu Yanbo replied instead.

"So, is there any news?" Han father asked eagerly.

Liu Yanbo lowered his head, he did not dare to face Hanfu's gaze of hope, and shook his head: "Not yet."

At this time, no news is the worst news.

Father Han's hopeful gaze gradually darkened, his waist bar slowly bowed, and finally he slumped on the steps.

And Han mother, almost fainted again.

The cold wind continued and the heart was cold, and the face of the family of three was getting paler and less and less angry.

Liu Yanbo looked very distressed in his eyes and persuaded: "Mr. Han, this day is so cold. My uncle and aunt are older and easily get cold. If you go back first, I will wait here,

"No! I have to wait here." Han Shuilan insisted.

For her, waiting here is waiting for hope.Going home, but suffering from tossing and turning.

Although Liu Yanbo had never been a father, but he also understood this, but the more he understood, the more his heart hurt.

"Ms. Han, if you listen to Liu Yanbo, go back first." Gao Waner, who has not spoken on the side, also persuaded: "I know that the child is the hope of your family, but you are also the hope that he can come back, If you fall ill here, who else can he expect to find him?"

"Go back, you can at least use a computer to post a notice online, you can also ask friends and family around you to help you find together, and you can calm down and think about any missing clues, whether it is useful or not, at least What can you do to find a child."

"And here, you can do nothing but wait."

Gao Wan'er's words were obviously more persuasive than Liu Yanbo's words, at least in exchange for Han Shuilan's right eye.

This is indeed the case. Apart from the fact that the Han family of three is waiting here, UU reading www.uukakanshu.com can’t really do anything—

In action, they cannot interfere with the police's policy;

Physically and mentally, because they are in a police station, they will be completely occupied by the idea of ​​"find something to the police".

Going back, when there are no outsiders beside them, they can only rely on their own ideas and cheer up, and they will have more strength and hope.

"Yes, we can't wait here, we are Xiao Chenxi's greatest hope." Han father stood up again, his old face filled with the responsibility and determination a man should have.

He raised Han Mu, pulled Han Shuilan, and bowed slightly to Liu Yanbo and Gao Waner—

Thank you, please.

Before leaving, Han Shuilan finally looked at Liu Yanbo. This was the first time she came to see him after coming to the police station and prayed: "Stinky boy, Xi'er is all my hope. Help me find him, okay? "

"I know." Liu Yanbo nodded and said firmly, "I will find him."

Han Shuilan was just too disturbed, and she was in a state of emergency. At this time, as long as she knew someone, she would have prayed like this.

But Liu Yanbo agreed and made a man's solemn promise, a promise that even the police dare not make.

"Really?" Han Shuilan was like a drowner who caught a life-saving straw. After her son was lost, the light of hope appeared for the first time."Then this time, you must not lie to me again, will you?"

"Okay!" Liu Yanbo nodded again: "Mr. Han, this time, no matter what happens, I will not say anything."

"I believe you."

Han Shuilan said this, as sincerely as he was then.

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