Power and Wealth

one day……

Two days...

Three days...

In the blink of an eye, nearly a week has passed. Since Dong Xuebin’s rectification of Lu Da, this old thing has been completely honest. It took three days for the fake to go to work, but most of the time he was in his own office, acknowledging being The fact of being overhead is not against Dong Xuebin. As for the work of China Merchants Group, after a few days of exploration, Dong Xuebin gradually became familiar with him. He was only responsible for controlling the overall situation, and he went to the office and business department one by one. A series of work was carried out smoothly.

This day, Saturday.

Inside the bed, Dong Xuebin looked at the watch and closed his eyes to sleep.

Because of the business relationship, sometimes the China Merchants Group is more busy than the working day, but Dong Xuebin is the top leader. He is going to give himself a day off today.

Suddenly, the movement of the key to open the door rang.

Not long after, Dong Xuebin, who was asleep, only felt that his **** was pushed.

"Xiao Bin, Xiao Bin." It was the voice of my mother, Xiaoping Xiaoping. "It’s nine o'clock, wake up."

Dong Xuebin blinked and saw a yawn: "I am resting today, and I will sleep again. These days are exhausted."

Yan Xiaoping had no choice but to look at his son. He reached out and rubbed an eyelid on his corner of his eye with his nails. He pulled the quilt lovingly and covered his son with a scorpion. "You, you don’t want to work, Mom, you are not. Listen, hey, sleep, sleep, Mom will clean up the room for you, and wait for you for breakfast.” Dong Xuebin gave her the spare key of the county committee’s family office during the Spring Festival. Xiao Xiaoping is here to wash the clothes for his son. She knows that her son is lazy, and there is no woman at home. If she does not come for half a month, what can the family look like?

Dong Xuebin closed his eyes and said, "Thank you mom."

"Xie Yan." Yan Xiaoping touched his son's hand, "Sleep."

Going out of the bedroom and gently closing the door to him, Xiao Xiaoping began to work, washing clothes, wiping the floor, sweeping the floor.

About an hour later, Dong Xuebin slept naturally and woke up, stretched out from the bed, dressed and got out of bed, stepped on the slippers and left the house.

In the living room, Yan Xiaoping is drying clothes on the window.

Dong Xuebin is embarrassed to say: "Mom, work hard for you, take a break, leave me."

“Have up?” Yan Xiaoping said, looking up and warmly smiling: “Without you, Mom is not old enough to go to that part, wash your teeth and go, breakfast is ready.”

Dong Xuebin blinked. "I said mom, just now, how have you become more and more beautiful recently?"

Yan Xiaoping squinted at him and said: "Nonsense, Mom is almost fifty years old, and beautiful and beautiful." After that, his mouth smiled.

Dong Xuebin stared at his mother's face and looked at it. "Hey, I said it really, are you applying cosmetics?"

Yan Xiaoping had a hot face and was busy: "Don't be poor, brush your teeth."

"Is it really smeared?" Dong Xuebin was quite surprised. He rarely saw his mother dressed up. It used to be because the family was poor and had no money. So the mother had never used any cosmetics. At most, I touched the big treasure. Yu Meijing Ah, and so on, Dong Xuebin had money, and my mom didn’t seem to have bought anything clothes or cosmetics. I might feel that I didn’t need to dress up, maybe it’s a habit, but today...

Xiaoping Xiaoping hung her face and hung up her clothes. "Look at the mother again, go go."

"What day is it today?" Dong Xuebin stunned and smiled. "Is it your birthday? It’s not right, it’s still a year, hey, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, but that’s not it." At the end, Dong Xuebin was rushed into the toilet by his mother's clothes rack. He had to put the toothbrush into his mouth and brush his teeth.

In the past few months, Dong Xuebin’s concern for his mother has not been in place. It’s a busy job, a busy promotion, and an operation in South Korea. Second, he is used to the care of his mother. I don't have to go to my mom's school dormitory to see her. Xiao Xiaoping will come to take care of herself, but now I think about it, Dong Xuebin snorted, and every time the mom will come every weekend, and it is from early to late, it can be counted. In the past two months, the number of mothers has come less and less. No, no, no, Dong Xuebin is tangled.

At breakfast, Xiao Xiaoping gave her son a salted duck egg. "Let's drink it, eat it."

"Mom, are you not talking to me?" Dong Xuebin couldn't help himself. "How do I feel that you haven't been right?"

Yan Xiaoping's face was red and red, "...no."

Dong Xuebin put down the chopsticks. "Impossible, definitely, fast, talk to me."

"...no, you are purely pondering."

"You are going to say, or else I can eat it."

Yan Xiaoping had a awkward face and drank a porridge. Suddenly whispered: "That, the mother asked you something, you see you... Your dad has been away for so many years, and Mom is not forgetting your father. Just... In fact, Mom never thought about it... but..." After saying it for a long time, I didn’t make it clear. Xiao Xiaoping was just biting her teeth and looking at her son. "Let’s say, Mom, if... I’ll find you a dad, you. ... Are you not happy?"

As soon as I heard it, Dong Xuebin was astonished. "You are engaged in objects!?"

Yan Xiaoping quickly waved his hand. "No, Mom is asking."

"Where is this casually asked, this is clearly already in love." Dong Xuebin's mood is so complicated, don't mention it, and eagerly said: "Who is that person? Your school teacher? How old is it? What is the name?" "After the question, Dong Xuebin's hundred claws scratched his heart. "You can do it. You don't talk to me about such a big thing. How can you talk about the object? When are you getting better?"

Yan Xiaoping was asked to be cramped. "Not good, Mom is an analogy."

"Hey, this time you are still sloppy with me."

"...that you...you answer Mom's question first." Yan Xiaoping looked at his son. "Do you feel bad? Then forget it, you didn't say it as a mother."

Dong Xuebin said that you almost scared me, how can I still say it? Think about it, he sighed. "Mom, I don't disagree. My dad has been away for a few years. It's normal for you to find a wife. Where can I have a son? If you are happy, just be happy." Ok, mainly I am afraid that you will be deceived. Now there is no one in this world. You are too kind, in case someone makes a deception..."

Yan Xiaoping said to him: "Mom than you will see people!"

Dong Xuebin said that you will blow it. "No matter what, you have to let me see the old man first."

"What old man, no big or small." Xiaoping Xiaoping is not happy.

Dong Xuebin’s heart is sour, and this is where it’s protected, hey, hey, hey.

After eating breakfast, Xiao Xiaoping took his son's hand and sat on the sand. "Mom doesn't marry you. At the end of last year, I went to the mall with my colleagues. I saw a young guy touching the porcelain on the street. I was going to lie. An old lady, I am afraid that the old lady will be fooled, and she reminded her in the past. As a result, the liar did not do it. When she pointed at me, she picked it up and rolled up her sleeves to start with me. At this time, the road stopped and the car came down. A middle-aged man who was less than 50 years old did not even say anything. His face looked at the liar and the liar was scared away."

Dong Xuebin glanced, "It is still a hero to save the United States."

Yan Xiaoping said angrily: "Do you listen to it? Don't listen to Mom."

"...cough, cough, listen, listen."

"Later, I quickly thanked him and I have known him since then." Xiao Xiaoping had a warm smile on his lips. "He gave me a cell phone number. I also left him a home phone call and then contacted him several times. Well, sometimes when I go to Chenzhou City, I will go to the teahouse to drink tea. The old Yang is good, very talkative, and my family is similar to me. His wife died a few years ago."

“Working in the city? Calling?”

"Yang Zhaode."

Dong Xuebin blinked. "Then you are now in a relationship?"

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Xiaoping said: "It's an ordinary friend, the one that talks very well."

Dong Xuebin turned his eyes. "Get it, our young and young people are in love with a passion. You are certainly not the same at dusk. You can always keep in touch with the phone. You can often meet and chat frequently. Isn't that already an object?" "My mom's age is in love, it will definitely be subtle, not quite sure what relationship is determined, generally this situation has been determined.

Yan Xiaoping heard the sour taste in his son's tone. He couldn't help but touch Dong Xuebin's hand. "You... If you don't think so, Mom won't contact him."

Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly: "When can I say no?"

"that……"

"You have your idea, but I have to take care of it." Dong Xuebin does not object to the mother talking about the object. He mainly does not trust, the other person's character, character, he has to see it before he can see it. However, Dong Xuebin’s life, Dong Xuebin does not want his mother to be fooled~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don’t look at the mother who is already over forty years old, but the makeup is still a little beautiful, at the same age. People are also pretty.

Yan Xiaoping said to him, "These days old Yang may work very busy, wait a few days for a chance, let's have a meal together, can you watch it?"

Dong Xuebin said: "Yes."

Yan Xiaoping breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Bin, thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Mom thought you would never agree, so... I have never dared to tell you."

Dong Xuebin smiled and said: "You are my mother. I am happy when you are happy. You are happy, I am happy. What can I not agree with? Not just a few dads, as long as Comrade Lao Yang has good character in all aspects. I am holding my hands in favor. You are still a person of such a large age. You should also find a companion. I am busy with work. Someone is accompanying you every day to talk."

Yan Xiaoping said with a smile: "What comrade Lao Yang, howling."

"Ha ha……"