Driver of The Beautiful CEO

New District Branch.

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

She covered her face and wept from time to time, and sometimes looked up to the dark night sky. There was no more sorrow in her tearful eyes, only empty despair, no anger and hope.

The night is very windy and cold.

Liu Yanbo took off his coat and gently draped 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 word of comfort, but what use is it?

In this world, happiness can be said to be shared by others, but pain can never be shared with verbal comfort.

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

The police station is brilliantly lit, people are coming and going, occasionally loud noises, but they are like being in another world, only silence like death.

Just like this, I do n’t know how long I sat, until the tears in Han Shuilan ’s eyes have drained, and until Liu Yanbo has turned his head to look at her, and his neck feels 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 have reached the age of sparseness, but at this moment, their staggering pace is as if they have reached the dying years of the wind and candles, as if every step taken may be theirs. The last step in life.

They walked up the stairs tremblingly and walked in front of Han Shuilan, who buried his knees, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but the sound was so weak that he 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 it 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 ~"

The news was received before the two old men 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, he quickly caught the fallen Han mother, and then pinched her.

After a while, the Han mother woke up quietly, her eyes broke open, tears came out of her eyes, and she kept muttering: "My good grandson, my good grandson ..."

"Mom ~" Han Shuilan burst into tears and cried, "I blame me, blame me ..."

Collapse——

Only collapse.

His father 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 have opened an investigation and expanded the scope of the search." Liu Yanbo replied instead.

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

Liu Yanbo lowered his head, he did n’t dare to face Hanfu ’s gaze, hoping to see hope, and shook his head: “Not yet.”

At this time, no news is the worst news.

Father's hopeful eyes gradually darkened, and the waist bar slowly bowed down, finally sitting on the steps.

And Han mother, almost fainted again.

The cold wind kept coming, 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, it's so cold this day. Uncle and aunt are old and very easy to catch cold. Otherwise, you should go back first. I'll wait here. I will hear the news Just call you and tell you, okay? "

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

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

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

"Teacher 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, at least you can use your computer to post a notice online, you can also ask friends and family around you to help you find it together, and you can calm down and think about any missing clues, whether they are 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, and at least they got Han Shuilan's right eye.

This is indeed the case. The three of the Han family ca n’t do anything except wait here—

It is impossible for them to interfere with the police's policy in action;

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

Go back, when there are no outsiders beside them, they can only find a way and cheer up by themselves, so they 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 then 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 ill health. 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 in her eyes. "Then this time, you must not lie to me again, will you?"

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

"I believe you."

Han Shuilan said this, and was as sincere as he was back then.