Driver of The Beautiful CEO

The next day.

Today is a good day, but it is not destined to be a pleasant day.

As soon as the day came, Han Shuilan appeared at the entrance of the Xincheng District Branch again. The haggard look was really pitiful.

Red eyes, dull face, and some messy hair ...

Everyone can see that she has not slept all night, alone, *.

Liu Yanbo watched, clenching his teeth, as if the heart, liver, spleen and lungs were shaking.

Living for more than 20 years, Liu Yanbo used to hate the sky, the earth, and the destiny, and even the **** plague that year, but he had never hated a person like this before.

The thief who stole Han Chenxi was really guilty of death.

"Did you find it?" Han Shuilan asked eagerly.

Liu Yanbo shook his head, quickly relieved: "Not yet, but there are clues."

"Mr. Han, there is a special authentic rice noodle crossing the bridge next to us. Let's go there to eat and say, okay?"

His voice is very soft, just like coaxing a child, for fear that his louder voice will scare the other party.

"I'm not hungry." Han Shuilan shook his head: "Go eat, I'll wait for news here."

Liu Yanbo didn't force it anymore, but then proposed: "Will I give you a rest room in this police station to cultivate my spirit?"

Han Shuilan still shook her head, but as the sun rose higher, her face looked paler, and she might faint at any time.

Liu Yanbo was very worried, and even more anxious in his heart, sincerely said: "Mr. Han, you will endure your body like this."

"It's okay." Han Shuilan even squeezed a very reluctant smile. "Scary boy, don't worry about me. Teacher Han is not as vulnerable as you think."

It turns out-

The warm sun in winter will be dazzling!

Liu Yanbo couldn't help narrowing his eyes, took a deep breath, used to relieve the pain in the chest that seemed to pierce the heart.

Then—

He didn't care about the people around him, and he didn't care about any student's courtesy, and men and women were different. He suddenly hugged Han Shuilan.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

Han Shuilan was struggling fiercely, but he couldn't make it anymore. In anxiety, or because of the woman's instinct to face such a thing——

Snap ~

Crisp applause sounded, attracting people around to look sideways, but Liu Yanbo remained unmoved and strode toward the police station building.

Han Shuilan didn't struggle anymore, even to make Liu Yanbo hug comfortably, he also wrapped his hand around his neck, and even buried his head in his chest. After a long time, he gently shed tears and said gently: "Stick boy If I can't find Xi'er, I will hate you forever. "

This is very unreasonable, but it is the only outlet she can now vent.

Since the loss of Han Chenxi last night, Han Shuilan has been supporting herself, not letting her hopeless, telling herself that there will be hope ...

She is a mother and should have been strong;

But she is also a woman and can be weak.

The son was lost, and one night passed, but still no news ...

Han Shuilan didn't know how long she could last, but Liu Yanbo's strong move at the moment at least made her feel no longer alone, and made her feel that her tears were no longer alone and helpless because--

His chest is warm, giving her the feeling of being dependent.

and so--

If a woman can't even rely on herself, why can't she hate it?

Liu Yanbo didn't speak any more, but took every step more firmly and walked into the office of the deputy director.

The hungry Pan Yuyi saw that Liu Yanbo brought back not breakfast, but a woman, and she couldn't help raising a nameless anger, with a bad tone: "Liu Yanbo, knock on the door and you will die, really Think of this as your own home, right? "

Liu Yanbo ignored it, but Han Shuilan really couldn't bear it, raised his head and said, "Okay, let me down."

This time, Liu Yanbo put her down obediently, then pushed open the door of the lounge and said, "Mr. Han, you can rest here for a while."

Han Shuilan looked at Pan Yuyi, who wasn't very friendly, and looked at Liu Yanbo, who was stubborn, and finally nodded her head, gently "um", but she just walked into the lounge After one step, I felt a pain in my back neck, and my eyes went black.

"Liu Yanbo, what are you doing?" Pan Yuyi hurried over and said.

She had already recognized that Han Shuilan was the mother of the missing boy last night. She also knew that Liu Yanbo had a great relationship with this woman, so she became more and more unaware of his current behavior.

"She needs a rest." Liu Yanbo said as she hugged Han Shuilan who passed out again and walked into the lounge.

The lounge area is not large and the layout is very simple. Fortunately, the bed is large enough and warm, and there is air conditioning, so you do n’t have to worry about people catching a cold in it.

Liu Yanbo gently put Han Shuilan on the bed, covered with a quilt, and then squatted beside the bed, carefully sorting out some messy hair for her, and he did not want to leave for a long time.

His gaze at this time was gentler than the warm sun in this winter, and his movements were more gentle than the spring breeze with the willow.

He was watching her, and some people were watching him.

Pan Yuyi remembered that from the moment she knew, she had never seen Liu Yanbo so gentle and attentive to a woman like now, which made her taste a little and could not help but ask: "Liu Yanbo, she is right Are you important? "

Is it important?

How important is?

Liu Yanbo's eyes became softer uncontrollably, and he remembered that season, which belonged to his last carefree young time——

"Mr. Han, can I call your sister in the future?"

"Of course!"

"Sister. Then after I enter college, can I go to find you in the big city where you live?"

"Okay! When you get into college, you come to see your sister, who takes you to see the best fireworks."

"really?"

"Of course it is true, when did your sister cheat you stinky boy!"

"Then we pull the hook."

"Pulling hook ~ hanging ~ 100 years ~ no change!"

……

"Sister, I will definitely go to college and I will go to you."

"Brother, I'm waiting for you ~"

……

Meeting again after many years, we are no longer what they were that year, but what I said at that time, just like you are still talking softly in my ears now-

Word for word, forever.

Liu Yanbo did not directly answer Pan Yuyi's question, but hooked the small thumb of Han Shuilan's right hand with the small thumb of his own left hand.

Pull the hook ~ Hang ~ 100 years ~ No change!