Can't help feeling for you: can't live without you

Chapter 8 Olive Pit (1)
No matter how ordinary a woman is, she has her charms, but Dong Zhiwei is too much like an olive pit, the sweetness is hidden under the hard shell, and no one can feel it until it is crushed. ——Yuan Jingrui.

When the car drove, the two people in the car did not speak.

Dong Zhiwei restrained himself from looking at He Weiwen standing on the side of the street in the rearview mirror, but he still couldn't hold back the last moment when the car turned out of the street. In the mirror, he could only see the obliquely elongated shadow of the lights, the effect of a traditional tragic figure , she really couldn't bear it—but she couldn't help but avoid it, and the enthusiasm that couldn't respond made her feel distressed.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing." Although she was extremely grateful for Yuan Jingrui's sudden kindness from the bottom of her heart, Dong Zhiwei felt unprecedentedly embarrassed when her boss saw such a scene. It was also the first time she sat in the car driven by her boss. She felt uncomfortable, and for a while, some sentences became intermittent.

Yuan Jingrui didn't ask any further questions. He was driving a tall jeep today. When accelerating, the engine sounded like a faint roar, and the lane changes were very domineering. It was not at all like his superficial gentleness.

"I'm busy?" The car finally left the complicated and winding side street and turned onto the busy avenue. He suddenly spoke and looked ahead. Dong Zhiwei was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was talking to her.

"No, he just dropped me off at the subway station, you misunderstood."

He just smiled, "That's good, I thought Secretary Dong was on a date."

She shook her head, "I will not break the company's rules."

Yuan Jingrui let out an "en" for a long time, and then said, "Is the company so unkind?"

Dong Zhiwei endured it and did not speak.

Chengfang, like most companies, does not advocate romantic relationships among employees, but it is not written into the company's articles of association, which can be regarded as an unwritten rule.Although some people complained in private, saying that the big boss himself didn't get what he is today after getting rid of the previous boss, but the fact is that in the company under Yuan Jingrui's management, all written and unwritten rules are well implemented.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan, but I really don't need it." Dong Zhiwei's voice had returned to her usual composure, but only she knew that her face had turned slightly red, forcing her to hide herself in the shadows.

Even she herself didn't know why she didn't lose her composure in such an embarrassing scene just now, but Yuan Jingrui's ordinary two sentences made her blush.

Maybe it's because she has always been vaguely afraid of Yuan Jingrui. His hidden and complicated past, his contradictory appearance and inner nature, he is the kind of man who can smile and get angry or frown happily. People feel that they can't see through. Such a person will always make people feel terrible. No one in this company feels this more clearly than her.

After Dong Zhiwei finished speaking, she began to gather all her energy, maintaining a serious and firm expression—her usual expression in front of Yuan Jingrui, Yuan Jingrui did not speak again, and the two were silent for a while, but luckily the phone rang It sounded, breaking the suddenly silent and frozen atmosphere.

Of course, Yuan Jingrui had more than one phone call. There were at least three or four phone calls for public and private affairs. He occasionally flew abroad, and Dong Zhiwei had to answer two of the less important calls. Having been in such a situation, I just felt nervous at the time. In order to be on standby 24 hours a day, I developed two panda eyes within two days.

Yuan Jingruifei laughed at her when she came back, "Is Secretary Dong very busy every night?"

Dong Zhiwei gritted his teeth secretly when he answered, "Mr. Yuan, the last call I received yesterday was at 55:[-] p.m., and the earliest call today was at two o'clock in the morning."

He said "Oh", "Who is so ignorant, call at this time."

She took out the printed A4 paper from the folder, and there was a message from the caller on it. Apart from some official business, there were many coquettish and charming sentences, complaining that he actually asked the secretary to listen to their calls.

Yuan Jingrui only took a look at it, then put it down, and said, "Turn off these two phones next time when you're not working." That's it.

Hearing that, Dong Zhiwei rolled his eyes twice in his heart.

I really don't know why so many women keep falling in love with a man like Yuan Jingrui who has been surrounded by thousands of flowers.

The ringing continued, Yuan Jingrui glanced back at the coat on the back seat, Dong Zhiwei answered, "May I get the phone for you?"

He nodded, and Dong Zhiwei unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward in the back seat. The car was well heated, and she had already untied the heavy scarf when she got in the car. She wore a white shirt with the neckline slightly open inside the modest suit. From his vantage point, her white neck could be clearly seen.

He suddenly felt hot, loosened his collar, and lowered the temperature in the car by two degrees.

Dong Zhiwei found the vibrating mobile phone from the inner pocket of his coat, and was a little curious when he handed it to the boss.

This is Yuan Jingrui's most private phone call. Yuan Jingrui has three mobile phones, one of which is for official use and the other is for personal use. As for this one, even she doesn't know the number or who he uses to contact.

Yuan Jingrui reached out to pick up the phone, and after hearing a few words, his face darkened, and he only asked, "Where are you now?"

The car was still driving on the elevated road, but after answering at the other end, he suddenly changed direction and crossed into the off-ramp that he was about to miss. The direction of the front of the car became too sharp, which made Dong Zhiwei gasp instinctively, and grabbed the side of the door with one hand Behind her was the sound of horns one after another, and countless headlights flickered. It was obvious that she was not the only one who was frightened.

The car pulled over at the first intersection under the elevated highway, Yuan Jingrui turned his face, "I have something urgent to go to the hospital, you go back first."

Dong Zhiwei hadn't fully recovered from his breathing, and blurted out when he heard this sentence, "Hospital? Who happened?"

Yuan Jingrui glanced at her again, "It's my mother."

Dong Zhiwei was shocked again.

She never heard her boss mention her family members, his parents, his dead ex-wife were like taboo topics in the company, and no one else had the guts to talk about them openly.

"Oh, then I..." Her hand was still on the doorknob, and the door lock had flicked open, but she didn't pull it open after a while. He leaned over and stretched out his hand to pull it for her, the movement was too fast , she didn't even have time to take back her hand, this time it was pressed on the back of her hand.

There was a chill on the back of her hand, and it took her a second to realize that the temperature came from the fingers he pressed on the back of her hand.

Dong Zhiwei looked back at him in disbelief, Yuan Jingrui was in the shadows, she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

She hesitated for a thousandth of a second, and then said, "Or I will go together, in case you need someone, I am by the side and can help."

He didn't answer, but just motioned her to close the car door, and the car moved and merged into the rolling traffic again.

The hospital is not too far away from the off-ramp, just turn two intersections and you will arrive at your destination. This is one of the best hospitals in Shanghai. Tall buildings stand in the center of the city and are brightly lit at all times.

Yuan Jingrui's car stopped in a hurry, and after getting out of the car, he walked in quickly, when the parking lot attendant called from behind, it was Dong Zhiwei who turned around and paid the ten yuan parking fee.

While collecting the money, the man muttered, "I came to see the emergency patients, it seems that your husband is in a hurry."

Dong Zhiwei blushed and immediately explained, "No, no, you made a mistake, he is not my husband."

After such a delay, when she turned around again, Yuan Jingrui, who was walking in front, was nowhere to be seen.

Before Yuan Jingrui approached the ward, he saw policemen standing in the corridor. Both of them were wearing uniforms, holding notebooks in their hands and talking with their heads down. They turned their heads when they heard the sound of footsteps.

"Are you the victim's family?"

He nodded and asked them, "What the hell is going on?"

"The old aunt was lying alone next to the garbage removal plant. Someone hijacked her and left her there. A passer-by called the police. It was our people who went to take her to the hospital."

Yuan Jingrui didn't wait for them to finish talking and pushed open the door of the ward, but he didn't go in either. He just waited at the door. His mother was still awake, lying on the light green bed, covered with a white quilt, and dripping in her hand. He almost instantly gave birth to a kind of tyrannical madness, and this kind of madness forced him to use temporary stillness to control himself from making some terrible reactions.

He stood silently at the door for a while, then withdrew his hand, and gently closed the door. When he turned around, the expression on his face made the two policemen who were about to come to ask questions stiffen, and their four legs Immediately stopped in place.

It was Yuan Jingrui who spoke first, "What did the doctor say?"

The two of them had come to their senses, and one of the younger ones had a straight face, but still answered, "The doctor has already checked, and the problem is not serious."

"I need to speak to the doctor."

The man became impatient, "I said there's nothing wrong with it, she was awake for a while at first, probably because of what she said, and now the doctor gave her a sedative before falling asleep."

"What did my mother say?" Yuan Jingrui looked into his eyes and met his eyes. The young man choked for a moment, and the older man next to him glared at him, turned his head, and briefly explained the matter in a few words. Say it again.

This day, Mother Yuan got up early in the morning as usual, the old people slept shortly, and she couldn't lie down when it was just dawn, she got out of bed to wash up, planned to go out to have breakfast, and then play a few rounds with some old mahjong players.

For so many years, she has maintained the same living habits, and it has not changed because of her son's wealth. Outside the window are the usual sounds of the alley in the morning, the sounds of neighbors talking in the morning, and the ringing of bicycles coming and going. , and even the sound of washing, clearly coming in through the open windows.

It stands to reason that if the son succeeds, his mother will naturally enjoy happiness with him. Yuan Jingrui asked his mother to move to live with him in a big house very early on. He has a house on the side of the mountain. It is not only spacious and airy, but also easy to take care of. But her After moving, she packed her things quietly for a week and ran back. When Yuan Jingrui found her again, she had already cleaned up her hometown and was sitting comfortably with her old neighbors on the small bamboo stool at the entrance of the alley. , Blowing the breeze to start playing mahjong in the open air.

The old house in the alley was what she insisted on keeping, saying that it was old-fashioned and old-fashioned, and she couldn't lose it wherever she went. Unexpectedly, not only could she not lose it, she couldn't even walk, and she insisted on living there.

Yuan Jingrui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and tried to persuade her at home.

"Mom, it's small here."

She squinted at him, "What's small? You were born here and lived here for more than ten years. At that time, I didn't hear you say small."

"But that was in the past."

"What's the difference now? Isn't it just you and me at home? I'm not going to live in that big house with you. It's quiet all day long. There are no neighbors. You can hear the echo of everything you say, and you're not around all day long. How can there be so much excitement in my hometown." She typed back her son's words like a cannonball.

Yuan Jingrui couldn't stand it any longer, and spread his hands with a wry smile, "There is still an aunt at home."

Not to mention that the aunt is fine, but when it comes to the aunt Yuan's mother, she is even more angry, "Don't mention the part-time aunt, she is not as agile as I am, and I get angry when I see her doing nothing over there." Liang, "Go ahead and marry a wife. If you marry a wife and have a baby, I'll go over and take care of the baby for you."

He paused before saying, "Mom, I was married."

Mother Yuan choked. She never liked Cheng Huimei, a woman ten years older than her son. She strongly opposed it when they decided to get married, but now that their family is gone, she is speechless. Yes, but my heart is still suffocated, and I feel uncomfortable when I hear it.

She has always believed that with her son's excellence, even without that woman, he would have a good life, the kind of self-made man who is respected everywhere, not like now, where there are gossip everywhere.

But even so, she didn't want to live in that spacious mansion. In just a few days, she felt lonely all day long, and in the end she almost fell in love with the voices in the alley.

At the mahjong table, a few old sisters chatted while drawing cards as usual, talked about her son, and said she was blessed, and then laughed at her, and ran back to the alley desperately because of the big house.

She just rolled her eyes at them and said, what better place than the old land she was familiar with?She can walk through the alleys here with her eyes closed. She turns around and is full of acquaintances. She can find mahjong players without going out, and live in a big house?Unless her son gave her a bunch of grandchildren.

When it comes to grandchildren, her old sisters have them, and when they mentioned this topic, they immediately became interested, and they talked about their grandchildren one by one for a long time, which made Yuan's mother feel jealous.

Still sighing in his mouth, he said that his son is good everywhere, but he doesn't care about getting married and having children.

Some people are quick to say, isn't your son married?
She immediately retorted, "What kind of wife is that? I don't like it at all."

But after she finished speaking, she inevitably remembered the tragedy of Cheng Huimei's death. She couldn't help but chanted Amitabha, "Forget it, don't talk about it, you evildoer."

She didn't believe in Buddhism at first, but she was worried about her son all these years, and she gradually started to believe in it. Now she is thinking about going to the temple in the 15th day of the lunar new year, and she only needs three incense sticks at home in the morning and evening.

The four of them were playing mahjong at one of their homes that day. No one wanted to leave the table at noon, so they ate some noodles casually together, talking and laughing like this until evening, and the other three couldn't sit still. They said they were going to buy vegetables and cook until their son and daughter-in-law came home for dinner, and there were those who were going to pick up their grandson. One by one was busier than the other, which made Yuan's mother have nothing to do.

When she walked out the door, she sighed again, thinking about the lack of energy in such a life, her idea of ​​wanting her son to give birth to a grandson became more and more determined.

While she was talking like this, she walked home. The old-fashioned alleys were densely packed together, and the road in the middle was narrow. Originally, it was connected from the old sister's house to her house. Later, it was distributed to different property companies for management. It is separated by an iron gate, and it will be locked when the time comes. If you want to go back, you have to walk in a big circle from the main road, which is very inconvenient.

But this is not a big problem for her. Mother Yuan has lived in this area for decades, and every fork in the road is as familiar to her as her five fingers. She most often takes a small road next to the alley. The home can be reached through a small revolving iron gate that prevents bicycles from entering and exiting.

It was just this way that something happened to her.

Someone was waiting for her in the remotest corner of the path and dragged her away as she passed. She was hooded in a rough burlap bag and stuffed into a van with all black glass.

The engine of the car was always on, and the car drove away as soon as the door was closed. She was pressed on the back seat, her mouth was stuffed with dirty cloth strips, and she could only make a vague struggling sound. Looking at the car mat, it was all dirty and sticky.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the car stopped suddenly. When she was dragged out of the car, someone approached her to talk, and an unpleasant smell came out of her mouth.

"Old woman, tell your son to be careful. Don't think that you can rest easy if you kill a woman. If you take someone else's money, you will have to return it sooner or later. Otherwise, be careful that you will lose your money. This time it is just a warning. Next time we will not be so polite. Already!"

After he finished speaking, he pushed her down to the ground, and the sound of closing the car door and starting the engine came from his ears, and those people left her like this and left.

Lying on the ground, she felt that the whole world was pitch black, her heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand, it was difficult to breathe, and she soon lost consciousness.

By the time Dong Zhiwei found this ward, there was no one in the corridor.

After paying the parking fee, she struggled a little beside Yuan Jingrui's car.

After all, it was the boss's mother who had the accident. She just took Yuan Jingrui's car by accident, and followed her just now in a moment of rage. Now that I think about it, maybe Yuan Jingrui would be very unhappy that his subordinates appeared in his private family affairs.

Moreover, based on Yuan Jingrui's anxious reaction to his mother's admission, it is very likely that he had forgotten that he had her as a secretary with him when he arrived at the hospital bed, and he would not know when and where it was when he remembered it.

When she thought of this, she felt that she was stupid like never before. It is a big taboo not to distinguish between public and private, not to mention that this is the boss's private matter. It is not the first day for her to work, so why is she so confused.

But she had to go up to say goodbye in person. She had already planned to see Yuan Jingrui say goodbye and then turned and left, but she really asked all the way to the door of the ward, but she didn't see anyone.

She even tiptoed cautiously into the ward, but the lights were not turned on in the ward, so she couldn't see anything clearly.

Dong Zhiwei sighed inaudibly, and was about to leave when he suddenly smelled a faint smell of smoke—it was Yuan Jingrui.

Yuan Jingrui's cigarettes are not very common in the market, and the taste is easy to distinguish. She is familiar with it again, and she can be sure of it almost instantly.

Dong Zhiwei walked two steps in the direction of the smell of smoke. There was a small door in the stairway that was not concealed. She pushed it open and walked out. There was a small terrace outside. She saw Yuan Jingrui's back. He was indeed smoking, alone. .

"Secretary Dong?" He spoke before her, and he didn't look back when he spoke.

She answered him carefully, "Yes, Mr. Yuan. Is there anything else I can do for you? If not, I think..."

He interrupted her, "Come and see."

She didn't know why, but she walked over anyway.

The hospital is in the center of the city, close to the place she left before. When she got out of the car, she thought about how to go around and go back to the original place. At this time, she looked at it as far as the eye could see, and the night scene was still bright, with criss-crossing bridges connecting the hospital. The circling elevated stretches to endless places.

"You can see my home from here," he said suddenly.

Zhiwei glanced to the west, Yuan Jingrui shook his head, "It's not there, it's there."

(End of this chapter)