Female CEO's personal driver

Follow Xiao Yuanshan into the next room. Unexpectedly, boss Lin is not there.

"Do you have many questions?" Xiao Yuanshan looked at Li Wenlong and asked with a smile, "I can explain to you if you want to hear."

Of course, Li Wenlong wanted to listen. He took Xiao Yuanshan's cup on the tea table, continued to fill it from the thermos in the corner, respectfully put it in front of Xiao Yuanshan, and did everything as smoothly as clouds and flowing water, without any affectation.

Xiao Yuanshan gave Li Wenlong a thumbs up in his heart. He had to say that Xiao Li was still very good at doing things.

"The old lady is indeed commander Rong's mother." Xiao Yuanshan took a sip of tea.

"That......" Li Wenlong just wanted to talk, but Xiao Yuanshan stopped him.

"Are you going to ask why he didn't find it according to his ability?" Xiao Yuanshan said Li Wenlong's question and said the answer "in fact, he has buried his mother once, but he never thought it was not his mother. Alas, I don't know how commander Rong would deal with it."

In Xiao Yuanshan's words, Li Wenlong seemed to smell a strange smell. Is there really something hidden in it?

Li Wenlong did not answer, but pricked up his ears to be a loyal listener.

"At that time, commander Rong was studying abroad and suddenly received a call from his family saying that the old lady had been hit. When he arrived at home, the old lady had stopped at the funeral home and was beyond recognition. It was only with her clothes that he could identify it. Commander Rong's family didn't tell the truth until this happened. At the beginning, It was she who accidentally let the old lady get lost. When she was looking for a fruitless situation, she could only come up with such a bad plan. It happened that a lonely old man was hit by a big car, so she directed such a move. Otherwise, according to commander Rong's contacts, how could she not find his mother? "

After Xiao Yuanshan said this, Li Wenlong fully understood "Oh, well, I finally understand. I can go to work easily."

Since commander Rong's mother, Li Wenlong can't think of anyone who dares to talk about it.

"Wait." Li Wenlong just wanted to go out, but Xiao Yuanshan stopped. "I have something else to tell you."

"What's up? You said, "Li Wenlong turned and sat down again.

"Commander Rong asked me to give it to you." Xiao Yuanshan took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Li Wenlong.

"You're trampling on my self-esteem." At this time, Li Wenlong didn't take Xiao Yuanshan as an executive vice mayor. "If I like this, do you think I will meddle in this business?"

Needless to say, the envelope contains money.

"What do you want?" Xiao Yuanshan stared into Li Wenlong's eyes.

"I don't want anything." With these words, Li Wenlong turned and walked to the door, just opposite Rong Baichuan who wanted to enter the door.

"Xiao Li, come quickly." Rong Baichuan took Li Wenlong's hand and walked into the next room.

"Child, you have come back. Who is this man? He has to take me away." When the old lady saw Li Wenlong, she held his hand tightly like a straw.

"Isn't he your son?" Li Wenlong wondered for a moment.

"My mother has senile amnesia and doesn't seem to remember me now." Rong Baichuan looked helpless. Where is the shadow of the Standing Committee of the provincial Party committee? "Mom, I'm Baichuan!"

"Rivers? I don't know this man. " The old lady shook her head firmly and held Li Wenlong's hand tightly. "The child is a good man. Fan me. I won't go with you."

Er, Li Wenlong has a black thread. Is it a good man to fan you? These days, people who drive good cars are not necessarily good people. What's more, I just fan you a few times.

Such a scene made Li Wenlong very helpless. He thought he could get rid of it. Unexpectedly, the matter was still not over. Looking at Rong Baichuan's anxious appearance, Li Wenlong suddenly showed "aunt, do you know your child?"

Child?

Hearing his nickname, Rong Baichuan's old face turned red. However, he immediately understood and hurried forward: "Mom, I'm a child. Look at me. I'm your son child. You touch this. Yes, it's this scar. When I was eight years old, I went to the tree to steal other people's dates. I accidentally fell down from the tree. You boiled me boiled eggs for a week, When I was ten years old, I broke my classmate's head when I went to school. You always beat me hard, which made my ass swollen for several days. I didn't dare to lie down and sleep when I slept... "

Rong Baichuan described his childhood memories one by one. He learned from an expert that he was an elderly patient with amnesia. He was deeply impressed by his children's childhood.

However, Li Wenlong wanted to laugh. It turned out that the member of the Standing Committee of the provincial Party committee and the commander of the provincial military region were also mortals. He was so naughty when he was a child. He was better than when he was a child! It's funny to think about it, ha ha!

"Yazi, you are really Yazi." The old lady's tears splashed down and touched Rong Baichuan's head shakily. "Is it really you, child?"

"Mom, it's me. I'm a child!" Rong Baichuan's tears flowed down. Although he was an iron man, he still left crystal tears at such a moment.

Such a happy moment should be enjoyed by others. Li Wenlong walked gently to the door, but the old lady stopped him: "child, you stay."

"Aunt, you two talk. I'll go out for a while." Li Wenlong said with a smile that he was in a great mood and felt good to help others.

"Boy, I have something to tell you." The old lady came and took Li Wenlong's hand and sat down beside the bed. The other hand took Rong Baichuan's hand.

"Yazi, this child is good. I want to recognize him as a dry son." The old lady said calmly.

"What?" Li Wenlong was stunned.

"No?" Then they said two words with one voice.

Rong Baichuan looked at Li Wenlong with some wonder and said in his heart, what's the matter with this boy? Looking at Pingyuan Province, people who want to climb relatives with themselves can form several strengthening groups, but this boy is unwilling. It seems that he is really interesting.

"Yazi, why not? He is my Savior. Can you find me without him?" The old lady was unhappy.

"No, mom, this, i..." as the commander of the provincial military region and a member of the Standing Committee of the provincial Party committee of the plain Province, Rong Baichuan can't ignore the influence. Another thing is that he can be an elder of Li Wenlong. Do you think Rong Baichuan can feel better when they become brothers? His daughters may be several years older than him.

"Don't you think people's origins are bad and can't earn you face?" The old lady's face pulled down and said, "don't forget, you were also a light baby."

"Mom, no, this. You see, I'm not young when you're old. What will others think of such a young son?" Rong Baichuan whispered.

"You..." the old lady wanted to scold something, but Li Wenlong stopped it.

"Aunt, I was angry when I took the action. I didn't expect that things would develop to this stage. Now, your family is reunited and has nothing to do with me. As for the idea of recognizing my son, I think it's better to avoid it. If aunt really cares about me, I can often go to see you." Li Wenlong has seen that Rong Baichuan is a little embarrassed. Besides, he is also a little reluctant in his heart. He seems to be clinging to others.

"Yes, mom, Xiao Li is right. I can't. I'll transfer him to the provincial capital so that we can meet often." Rong Baichuan agreed and transferred to the provincial capital to find a good unit. For Rong Baichuan, it's just a matter of opening his mouth. Although he doesn't involve local government affairs on weekdays, as a member of the Standing Committee of the provincial Party committee, his vote is also crucial at some times, and many people flatter him.

"Go back, then!" The old lady said to Rong Baichuan without expression.

"And you?" Rong Baichuan is puzzled. There is nothing to live in this place. Is it difficult for the old lady to be addicted to living?

"I won't go," the old lady turned angrily. "If you don't let me recognize him as a dry son, I won't go."

Rong Baichuan's scalp felt numb. I wondered what happened to the old lady today. She wasn't so stubborn in the past. I looked back at Li Wenlong and found that the boy was also a black line. I wondered: you are a poor boy. My mother thinks you should be a son. You should be happy. Why are you unwilling? It's like my mother forced you.

Rong Baichuan didn't know that Li Wenlong also had his own ideas in his heart.

I came from a humble background. If I really recognize this old lady as a godmother, others will certainly believe that I am attached to wealth and honor. Even if I make any achievements in the future, others will also believe that I am promoted by Rong Baichuan.

When it comes to promotion, this should be a good way. After all, the other party can get himself into that circle. It is impossible to say that Li Wenlong is not excited. However, Li Wenlong pays more attention to his self-esteem. He doesn't want to live under the protection of others all his life.

Speaking of this, Li Wenlong is still somewhat stubborn. Now he is mixing in the scene, and several people are standing in the middle. Which is not attached to a big tree. Even if he can't attach to a big tree, he must attach to its branches. Otherwise, where do you go to enjoy the cool?

People like Li Wenlong say something nice and noble, and say something ugly. That is a fool. Only a fool will give up the present opportunity. Although Li Wenlong is not a fool in the real sense, it is no different from a fool in the eyes of most people.

After listening to Li Wenlong's own ideas, Rong Baichuan's appreciation is obvious. Such a young man is really worth communicating with.

"Mom, I agree with you. Just recognize Xiao Li as a dry son!" Rong Baichuan said with a smile.

"Well, i... can't..." Li Wenlong didn't expect that Rong Baichuan would suddenly change his mind. Admit it. It's against his heart. If you don't admit it, you'll hurt the old lady's heart. This is really a difficult multiple-choice question.