CEO:Woman,Contract Cancelled

Downstairs, I saw Mother Ye sitting under a tree to have a rest. Ye leisurely walked slowly and sat beside her. Ye Youran stretched his waist, sighed comfortably, looked up at the stars in the sky, and said leisurely, "it's nice to be at home, to see the stars."

Mother ye turned to look at ye Youran and looked up, "what kind of night do you see in the city?"

Ye leisurely Du mouth, leaning on her mother's arms, holding her hand, coquettishly said: "see the colorful neon lights, busy city, lively not."

Mother Ye gently rubbed Ye leisurely's hair, looked at the ring on her hand and said, "do you like that?"

Ye leisurely Leng for a while, nodded. "Although not at home, but can see different scenery."

Mother Ye picked up Ye leisurely's left hand, lowered her head and carefully touched the ring on her hand, "it's a beautiful ring, isn't it cheap? Xiuming is a good boy. If you can bring him to our house, he doesn't dislike it. He has a good chat with your father. " After a pause, mother Ye looked up at ye Youran with a smile and said, "my daughter, you have a good eye."

Ye Youran smiles sheepishly. Mother and daughter chat in the yard for a long time. From the pear tree in the yard to the neighbor's elder sister, ye Youran looks at her mother with a smile, thinking that this worried woman is getting older this year. It's good to hear her mother's babbling. Ye leisurely nestles in her mother's arms and listens to her mother's nagging with a smile.

As the night deepened, the yard became cold. Ye leisurely and his mother went back to the room and gave her the clothes they bought for her to try one by one. The door of the yard opened and he heard: "I'm back."

Ye Youran ran out to meet him. Haoran was wearing an ordinary school uniform, pushing a bicycle and carrying a heavy schoolbag on his shoulder. Seeing ye Youran's hesitation, he asked: "how did you come back?"

Ye Youran stopped the car for him, closed the door, looked at Ye Haoran and said, "why can't I come back, smelly boy."

Ye Haoran scratched his head. When they came into the room and found out what ye Youran came for, ye Haoran joked with ye Youran with a bad smile on his face. Ye Youran patted him on the head and bullied him more than he did.

Late at night, ready to go to bed, ye Youran said good night and went back to his room. Looking at Li Xiuming sleeping on the bed, ye Youran took out two quilts from the wardrobe and prepared to make a floor.

"So thirsty," Li Xiuming turned over in bed and said. Ye Youran received a glass of water and told him to get up to drink. But this guy fell asleep and didn't respond. Ye Youran rolled his eyes and didn't want to take care of him. On second thought, it was all because of himself that he got up to drink, so he helped him to get up to drink.

After drinking a few water, Li Xiuming hugged ye Youran's waist tightly, frowned and said painfully: "Dad, don't leave me." Ye Youran is a Leng at first, and then hugs Li Xiuming with heartache. He gently pats him to coax him to sleep. The man in front of him has such a fragile side.

Ye Youran holds Li Xiuming and carefully observes the sleeping man in his arms. He takes off his usual high cold and shows his childish side unreservedly. His red face is like a clever baby, his long eyelashes are like two cattail fans, and his thin lips are slightly puffed up. It's so lovely. Now and then he frowned and hugged her more tightly.

Ye Youran gently patted Li Xiuming's back, and when he frowned, he also hugged him tightly to make a response. Ye Youran gently swam on his face with one hand, and said softly with a gentle smile: "have you had a nightmare? What are you afraid of? You are Li Xiuming

After a long time, Li Xiuming finally fell asleep peacefully. Ye Youran gently covered him with a quilt, lay down on the ground and looked at the ceiling in a daze. A lot of things happened that day. When she got up in the morning, she never thought that she would sleep on the floor of her home at night, and coaxed that troublesome person to sleep, which made her arms ache.

Thinking of this, ye leisurely stretches his waist, moves his arm, which is crushed by Li Xiuming, looks at the twinkling stars outside the window, but feels that some of them are developing in a better direction. Ye leisurely raises his hand, looks at the ring on his hand, purses his mouth, smiles, fiddles with it, gently takes it off, puts it under the pillow, and sleeps peacefully.

Seeing ye Youran and Li Xiuming showing their love in front of her eyes in the daytime, Shijia feels uncomfortable. At night, she drives to ye Youran's downstairs and wants to have a chat with her. However, she finds that ye Youran's house doesn't turn on the light. She doesn't see ye Youran back in the car until late at night. She can't help but clench her fist and drive away.

Li Xiuming wakes up in ye Youran's bed. He doesn't know how long he's been sleeping. He only remembers that he drank a lot of wine last night. He doesn't even know how to lie in bed. With a splitting headache, Li Xiuming kneaded his head, got up and got out of bed. Looking around, he found a small room with a desk beside the bed. The bookshelf of the desk was full of all kinds of books.

Li Xiuming walks over and looks at a lot of photos of Ye Youran as a student on his desk. He smiles brightly when he enters school, performs and wins prizes. There are all kinds of books on the shelf, from the book of songs to the old man and the sea, each of which has been turned many times. And there is a book, wrapped in pink, like a gift.Li Xiuming curiously took out the book from the shelf, opened the cover, and printed Maugham the moon and Sixpence on the title page. A beautiful handwriting came into our eyes: "to 18-year-old ye Youran: the moon is the ideal on top of our head, while the reality is the sixpence under our feet. It's easy to forget to look up at the moonlight just by picking up pennies. It's not easy for them to understand the pursuers of the moon. But if you choose to pursue the moon, gradually you will fly. I hope you will always be yourself and pursue your dreams. Happy birthday! ——Seventeen year old ye Youran "

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