My CEO is as beautiful as a fairy

"I... I..." Mao Dawei was speechless and stammered.

In fact, I don't want to blame him. I just want to build some self-confidence for him. Mao Dawei's family conditions are general, which makes him always feel inferior, as if he is a head shorter than others.

Self esteem has a great impact on a person.

It will make you sensitive, suspicious and sometimes even cowardly.

In today's society, the competition is so fierce, especially when they do sales, they eat by mouth. However, Mao Dawei is very weak in this regard, which makes him a lot slower than others.

He has no advantage in life, work or love.

I really want to help him build up his self-confidence, but he seems to have developed this habit. He will be nervous when sitting in a good car and uneasy when eating with us.

I patted Mao Dawei on the shoulder and told him, "Lao Mao, in fact, you are much better than ordinary people. You work hard and hard, which many people don't have. You're not worse than anyone, so you don't have to be so timid."

Ji MuQing answered me, "Zhao Suo is right. I've seen your performance. It's excellent. If you can keep it all the time, you'll probably enter the commendation wall of the sales department."

With the praise of Ji MuQing, Mao Dawei seemed to have a lot more confidence, "really, President Ji?"

"I don't have to lie to you."

Mao Dawei's eyes lit up and he was in high spirits. What I said just now is not as good as Ji MuQing's words.

Hey!

I leaned back against the chair, "Lao Mao, I can see that you need to be inspired by reality. Ah, if you can win the sales champion in the second half of the year, you will be hot in cutting-edge."

Mao Dawei was embarrassed to scratch his head. "I can't think of a sales champion. It's OK to enter the top."

The top cities will be rewarded with cars. Mao Dawei needs a car very much. His mother's illness requires him to often run to the hospital. With a car, it's much more convenient.

I believe that with Lao Mao's ability, it must be no problem to enter the top.

The atmosphere in the latter half of the trip became much easier. I asked Mao Dawei how his mother's condition was now? He can also answer easily.

The disease is still the same. It is maintained by drugs every day. A moonlight needs a lot of money to buy drugs.

But fortunately, his mother had a good appetite. When he went out this morning, his mother suddenly said she wanted to have some fish soup, so he went out to buy one at noon.

Mother seldom made such a request. Mao Dawei thought, since mother wants to eat, let her eat better.

He can cook it himself, but the taste must not be as good as that of a big hotel.

He is never stingy with his mother.

When Lao Mao was three years old, his father died in a car accident. His mother pulled him up, so he was very dependent on his mother's feelings.

Waiting for him to graduate from college, find a job and want to make his mother easier, who knows, his mother suddenly fell ill. Fortunately, he was at home and sent his mother to the hospital in time. Although his life was saved, his mother was paralyzed in bed.

Mother and son were depressed twice.

Mao Dawei grew up from an ignorant teenager. His mother fell ill. He is the pillar of the family. He has to bear everything.

In any case, he can't fall, otherwise his mother will have nothing to rely on.

In life, no one is plain sailing. I don't know how many people like the old Mao family in this world.

Lao Mao never complained about anything. He always worked steadily and thought that he could give his mother a good life with his own hands.

I have always admired him for this.

It's not that he hasn't had negative emotions, but because he is a smart man and doesn't know how to complain. It's better to work harder.

I don't want to say too much encouragement. It's too pretentious.

The car turned around and finally reached Lao Mao's house.

His home is in an old community. The floors are not very high. The decoration is old. There is no elevator. You have to walk up on your legs.

Moreover, the corridor is often put in a mess by those careless neighbors, affecting the passage.

When I lived here before, I was very close to Lao Mao. I also proposed to sit in his house. He didn't let me come. Therefore, this is also my first time to Lao Mao's house.

Seeing him live in such an environment, I feel terrible.

When I went up the stairs, I said to Lao Mao, "Lao Mao, my old house is idle. Please move to my side with my aunt. The environment there can be better for my uncle to rest. It's too noisy here."

Mao Dawei shook his head again and again, "how can that..."

I interrupted him, "you're polite to me again, aren't you? I've paid a year's rent for my house. Anyway, I'm idle. If you don't live, you'll waste it. In fact, the rent over there is not much more expensive than here. With your current salary, you can afford it."

"Well... OK." Lao Mao didn't insist this time.

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "That's right."

The old Mao family lived on the fourth floor. Soon, we came to their door.

Lao Mao took out the key to open the door. Before entering, he smiled and reminded us that his house was a little chaotic. Let's not laugh.

Ji MuQing and I both said that we wouldn't, but as soon as we came in, I was stunned. It's so neat that it can't be any more neat. If it's also called chaos, what's the name of the place where I used to live, the kennel?

Lao Mao is really powerful. A big man cleaned up his house spotlessly. I don't know. I thought he had a girlfriend.

"Dawei, are you back?" a hoarse voice came from the bedroom.

Mao Dawei answered, "Mom, I brought you fish soup. It's a little cold. I'll heat it for you first."

Mao Dawei put the fish soup on the table and took Ji MuQing and me into his mother's room first.

This fucking room has a lot of space. It's much bigger than his one.

There are several cabinets at the head of the bed. There are a lot of food on the cabinet closest to the bed, and then it is water, paper and other supplies.

Mao Dawei had to go to work during the day. His old mother had no one to take care of him. He had to prepare his meals in advance and put them all within his mother's reach.

But after a long time, the food will be cold. He prepared a fast heater, wrapped it in cloth, and the plug is far from his mother. Instead, he connected a remote control switch with a wire, which is convenient and safe.

When mother was hungry, she put things in the heater to heat, put the dishes and chopsticks aside after dinner, and wash them when Mao Dawei came back from work.

After we came in, Mao Dawei was busy cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks and pulled down two small benches from the bottom of the bed to let us sit down.

I, a big man, was not good at saying those comforting words, so I handed the arduous task to Ji MuQing.

I expressed my feelings and came out of the room.

Mao Dawei was busy in the kitchen. Looking at his back, I felt very bad.

When the fish soup was hot, Mao Dawei personally fed it to his mother. Every time he fed, he would blow it with his mouth and make it brighter before he fed it to his mother.

Ji MuQing and I watched, but we couldn't tell what it was like.

Mao Dawei may not coax girls to be happy as those eloquent men, but he is really a very good man, suitable for living at home. In addition, his family is like this, so he is not confident.

How many girls nowadays don't look at family conditions?

Old Mao is in his twenties and eights this year. He is much older than me. He should have reached the age of marriage, but now he hasn't even talked about a girlfriend.

It's not that he's not in a hurry, but that he doesn't have the ability.

Ji MuQing and I sat on the sofa in the living room. Ji MuQing said to me, "Lao Mao is really hard."

I nodded. "Yes, but I believe everything will be all right."

Without much effort, Lao Mao came out. His mother ate very little and drank a little. Lao Mao poured the remaining fish soup into a bowl, covered it with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.

Look at him like this. Look at Ji MuQing and I. we prepare so many meals every day. It's really a waste.

After sitting at Lao Mao's house for a while, Ji MuQing and I left.

On the way, Ji MuQing said to me with emotion, "in fact, when I was a child, my family was not very rich. At that time, I often pestered my parents to cry and quarrel for some things I liked. They bought cheap things as soon as they gnawed their teeth, but they wouldn't buy some expensive things. I insisted on asking for them in exchange for a punishment."

"I still remember that one year during the Chinese new year, I saw other children eating chicken legs. I really wanted to eat them, so I asked my mother to buy them for me. One chicken leg is one yuan and five yuan. My mother said, I can't afford them. At that time, I thought I might not be her own, and I can't afford one yuan and five yuan. How can it be possible? It turned out to be another punishment."

I said, "you don't work so hard just because your family conditions were bad when you were a child?"

"You're right, that's it. Maybe it's also because I have a strong personality. I always feel that I'd better rely on myself than others. Moreover, I always feel that I want to make some achievements in my life, otherwise I'm too sorry for myself." when Ji MuQing said this, his eyes flashed with incomparable self-confidence.

Poverty can indeed motivate a person to move forward, but it can also make a person feel inferior.

Ji MuQing is the former, Lao Mao is the latter.

It has something to do with everyone's different personality.

I said, "Xiao Qing, I want to help Lao Mao, but I don't know how to help."

Money? Substance? These old Mao can be obtained through his own efforts, and I believe that old Mao doesn't need my help.

But I can't seem to help anything else.

Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind.

Pills!

The pills given to me by a bin can suppress the virus on rem. can it also help Lao Mao's mother?