"mom……"
The moment I saw the old lady, I was stunned.
The moment I walked to the car and stood opposite the old lady, I just opened my mouth slightly and felt a slap on my face.
"Um!"
The old lady's hand was very strong, but the slap she hit on me didn't hurt at all.
"Um!!"
After this slap, she slapped me a second time, reached out to pat my shoulder and chest, and then put her hands on my chest, crying.
"Why don't you let me worry?"
"Why don't you make people worry less!"
After two cries, the old man was left trembling. At this time, Lao Qiao advised: "Xu, stop standing outside and making people laugh. Take your old lady and let's go inside and talk."
I held the old lady's arm and went upstairs, with Old Qiao following behind me. At that moment, I turned around at the corner of the stairs and stared directly into his face.
When Lao Qiao saw this look, he smiled even more happily, as if my hatred for him was expected; it was also like I just bought a dog, and when I was feeding it at noon, I found that this thing was still protecting its food.
And the smile on his face is the confidence that after comparing the absolute strength gap, he doesn't have to worry about being hurt at all.
On the second floor, in the office, I supported the old lady on the sofa, squatted aside and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"
The old lady looked at Old Qiao, and before she could speak, Old Qiao took over the conversation: "I picked it up. The old man didn't believe it at first. Tell me, I've been suffering from you all my life, but I haven't experienced any blessings yet."
"Xu, tell me how much you make the old lady miss you? Huh?"
"If I don't show the video of working in the park, the old lady won't be able to come."
"It's okay this time, you mother and son are reunited."
I glanced at the old lady and said, "Mom, sit down for a moment. I'll be right back."
He stood up and took Lao Qiao's arm and walked directly to the door. He tried his best to control his emotions outside the door and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean?"
Lao Qiao didn't answer, pointing to the Land Rover outside the window: "The latest model, do you like it?"
"All men like cars, and I guess you might like them too. This was just delivered from China. I drove it as soon as it landed."
"In addition..." He started to touch his pocket and took out a mobile phone from his pocket: "It just came out, I don't understand it, so someone bought one for you."
"Also." Old Qiao took out a key from another pocket: "A villa developed by Meng Nengcai."
"It's all yours."
Cell phones, car keys, house keys.
Lao Qiao placed them all on the windowsill, looked at me and said, "When your family comes, you will be at ease. When you are at ease, I will be at ease as well."
"He Chuntian has troubled me a lot lately. You have to help me get him away. Do you understand?"
"Okay, let's chat with your old lady for a while and take her out to eat something good tonight."
"Yangrong!"
He turned around and shouted, and the officer in military uniform took out a stack of US dollars and almost 10,000 in cash from his pocket, and he pressed it directly on the pile of things: "For now, I'll leave first. Find me tomorrow." , let’s talk about what to do.”
Lao Qiao is still uneasy.
Not only was he worried, he also didn't dare to let me have direct contact with He Chuntian.
Because the purity of more than 90% is too big. If he doesn't hold you to order something, he is afraid that something will happen when he can't see it.
As for the water room in the park, Lao Qiao still didn't want to expose it to Mr. Bao. It was like I was interested in the money in Aunt Fang's cabinet and chose to tie it to my leg so that no one could see it.
He needed someone he could trust completely to get He Chuntian away, and not make him sleepless in the process.
My betrayal to the big boss left Lao Qiao with lingering fears. If he wanted to use me, he had to put aside his worries. Then, bringing the old lady over from China would be the best choice. This is how he controlled the big boss at the beginning, and now, he is planning to control me in this way.
I turned around and went back to the room without even looking at what was on the windowsill.
But Burea put them all away with quick eyes and hands.
"mom……"
As soon as I entered the room, I tried my best to appear calm, but the old lady could see my inner uneasiness at a glance.
"It's really not a worry!"
She seemed to be able to say this, but her eyes always stayed on my face.
I could only force myself to smile. I had never tried so hard in my life.
At this moment, when I face my dearest person in the world again, the only thing I can do is lie.
I told her: "Here, construction has just started and communication is not convenient;"
I told her: "There is money everywhere here, and it is very easy to make money."
I talked incessantly, but she didn’t quite understand what I was saying, but she watched without interrupting. When the sky slowly started to get dark, I helped her up and called Brea, “Come on.” Floor.
The meal that night was very awkward. I wanted to tell the people closest to me in my life how I got through this period of time, but I didn't dare to say a word.
I'm afraid she's afraid.
I wanted to simply close my eyes, accept my fate, and spend the next few years serving the old lady for the rest of my life, but the creepy smile of Old Qiao suddenly popped into my mind.
I'm afraid I may not be able to sleep this night.
When I drove out of the park with Boureia, no one stopped me, and no one cared about me when I drove from the park to Menneng.
When I drove to Lao Qiao's hotel and took the old lady to eat something good, a waiter walked out of the door and immediately bowed and shouted: "Mr. Xu!"
When my mother turned to look at me, her eyes changed.
While eating, I kept asking: "What are you doing here? What is your position? Does the company have insurance..." and other similar questions kept coming, and finally came: "If your company doesn't have insurance, mom will stay at our place when she gets back." I’ll give you one while I’m at it.”
I immediately looked back at Boureia at the dinner table and said in as normal a voice as possible: "You should eat too!"
I guess Boureia watched the tears flow out of my eyes. He even took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Xu, you have a black spot on your face." He wiped away my tears with his hand.
I just turned my head.
After the meal, I took the old lady to the villa area under construction.
It's scary. Two green soldiers were posted at the door of the villa that Lao Qiao gave me. There was also a military pickup truck parked in front of the door. His control over me has developed to all directions. There must be something on that Land Rover. There was a location, and the green-skinned soldiers standing guard at the door would also turn into Lao Qiao's words, "It's not peaceful, it's convenient for the old lady to come out or something." I didn't even bother to ask.
I walked out of the car with the old lady, and as soon as I took out the key and opened the door, a dark-skinned Wa girl inside immediately turned sideways and lowered her head and said, "Mr. Xu is back."
Even the nanny is ready.
Just like Grandma Liu when she entered the Grand View Garden, my mother began to look at the villa as soon as she entered the house. Finally, after holding it in for a long time, she finally said: "Is this what the village chief's house is like?"
I smiled and nodded.
In 2014, the booming real estate industry in China made almost every village chief a millionaire. In my mother’s eyes, the small second floor of the village chief’s house was an unattainable goal in this life, not to mention that it was a village in the city. .
But this time, she lived in a villa that was better than that house.
The old lady sat on the soft sofa and was a little afraid to move. I looked at her as if she was as comfortable as sitting on the kang. She didn't even know where to put her legs. After thinking for a long time, she put one foot on the edge of the sofa. Use your other leg to hold it down. If I bring the other leg up, I guess the old lady can just cross her legs on this expensive sofa.
The old lady held her ankle with her hand, and said before her eyes had seen enough in the room: "Okay, as long as you have a good life, your mother didn't worry about you in vain."
She didn't think about herself at all, as if she was dedicating her whole life to me.
"Now you have a house and a car, all you need is a woman. If a woman gives you a baby, your mother will be able to close her eyes even if she dies..."
She thought her words were quite humorous, but when they entered my ears, they turned into four words, "walking on thin ice."
(End of chapter)
