Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    Although she came to live for a short time, she was going to return to Cizhou after the sixth day, but Du Wenjuan was always very happy.

    She was happy when she saw Xingwang sleeping late, and when she saw him jumping rope in the yard The words were so funny that I couldn't stand up.

    I finished having fun, and sometimes I dragged Jiang Wang to the side.

    "You know, Xingwang doesn't have nightmares anymore, and sleeps very well at night." She saw that the cub she raised was particularly strong, and she felt relieved from the bottom of her heart: "I just I didn’t feel relieved during those few days, and got up several times in the middle of the night, but he was snoring and snoring, and he couldn’t remember anything bad, it’s good.”

    Jiang Wang looked at Du Wenjuan, nodded and watched quietly.

    Peng Xingwang was oppressed too much by heavy schoolwork during school, and finally took the opportunity of vacation to take her mother to various places in Yuhan, and even bought a bunch of tulips for her with the New Year's money.

    Wandering around in the daytime, adults come back tired from playing and rest early, children can fully recharge their batteries after having a meal, and then make phone calls with their friends.

    "Yang Kai, did you know that our winter vacation homework actually asks us to raise fish!"

    The little philosopher yawned lazily: "I finished writing it long ago. As soon as you leave, Teacher Xu is still in the same temper. I asked her for New Year's greetings and she asked you how you were doing."

    Peng Xing sighed and patted her head: "I forgot to call her, I will call her tomorrow!"

    "How was your life in Yuhan? Did someone bully you?"

    "How can this happen," Peng Xingwang was very proud: "I get along very well with my new classmates, they all like Ultraman Gauss, and I like it now, and we chat together every day! "

    Yang Kai became vigilant: "You don't like Tiga anymore?!"

    "Ah, it's alright..."

    "Is it alright?!" Yang Kai said solemnly, "You betrayed the organization after only a few days in Yuhan, Peng Xingwang!"

    "I don't call traitors, hang up!"

    "Hey-hey!"

    The child snorted and rolled all the way to the end of the sofa.

    "Then I'll ignore you, let's see who is better."

    Du Wenjuan simply slept for a while and then came out to cook, and soon Jiang Wang also got up to work overtime, nibbling on pears in the living room, reading the report.

    Ji Linqiu just came over to talk and have a meal. The two of them sat side by side with a computer and gradually began to concentrate on their work.

    Du Wenjuan brought them two glasses of water and went to her own way. When the fried lotus root boxes came out one after another, she looked out from the glass door of the kitchen.

    She didn't know their relationship at first, so she didn't think much about seeing the two of them joking.

    Now that Jiang Wang confessed, she was still worried about them, and unexpectedly there was almost no resentment.

    In the living room, both of them are busy working, drinking a sip of water and chatting.

    Jiang Wang habitually pushed the back of his hand to the other side after drinking the water, signaling Ji Linqiu to take a sip too.

    Ji Linqiu sometimes remembers that sometimes he has been typing on the keyboard and can't care, so the man tapped the rim of the cup with his knuckles to signal him to drink water.

    Du Wenjuan finished frying the lotus root box and fried chicken wings in the kitchen, and then simmered a large pot of fresh fish soup and carefully set it on fire. Occasionally looking at them, she felt a little warm.

    She found that even though she knew about their relationship, she still admired and got close to these two people.

     The identity of 'gay' seems like a stain.

    But she has lived for more than 30 years and has seen too many unreliable men.

    Those guys are straight, but what's the use?

    I can't even be a person, that's all.

    After Ji Linqiu finished drinking a cup, he consciously reached out to fill the teapot, took a sip and pushed it back to Jiang Wang.

    The latter took a sip and turned to the computer to show him the data above.

    You have a cup and I have a cup, and the teapot is half empty before you know it.

    Du Wenjuan put the fish soup into the casserole, and took time to make a new pot for them.

    Ji Linqiu raised his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, I really caused you trouble."

    When he smiled, there seemed to be a spring in his eyes, clear and bright.

    Du Wenjuan was embarrassed to look at him face to face, smiled and politely returned to the kitchen to make tea.

    The dense mist is rippling, and the elegant fragrance is very good.

    She looked at the rising and falling tea leaves and had a ridiculous idea in her mind.

    My brother may be happy every day with such a person to accompany him.

    What about the same sex?

    Du Wenjuan was surprised by this kind of thought, as if she realized that she had done something wrong, she hurriedly pressed the idea down, and went out with the teapot, while forcing herself to return to the state of worrying about them.

    There will still be a lot of trouble, I hope nothing will happen in the future.

    Peng Xingwang was bored watching TV alone, so he ran over with his homework to write with them.

    Du Wenjuan also poured him a small glass and said warmly: "Mom will leave the day after tomorrow, baby, you can write later a few days later, let's play more together these two days."

    Peng Xingwang grabbed the pen and was a little unsure: "—the day after tomorrow??"

    "It's agreed before you come," Jiang Wang said casually: "When you leave in the sixth year of the new year, your mother has to go back to work."

    Peng Xingwang suddenly couldn't write anymore, and pinching the pen was a bit stiff.

    He looked at Du Wenjuan and dragged his voice pleadingly.

    "Can you stay a few more days, mom?"

    Du Wenjuan hesitated, then shook her head.

    "My sister hasn't seen her mother for a long time and needs to be taken care of, right?"

    Peng Xingwang bowed his head and hummed, then looked up again: "Then will my mother come during my summer vacation?"

    Du Wenjuan reached out and touched his forehead: "Mom still has annual leave. When you miss your mother, I will come to accompany you. I will definitely come."

    Peng Xingwang felt uncomfortable, wanted to refute a few words, and swallowed it again.

    He cannot be willful. He has to be a good kid.

    He's always been nice, hasn't he?

    Although it is Chinese New Year, there are very few opportunities for Jiang Wang to stay at home to eat.

    As the boss of the company, he is destined to always pay attention to the trend of the business world, and to constantly warm up the relationship with friends from all walks of life.

    When you encounter a critical relationship, even if you have to drink, you can't do it, so try to handle it as comprehensively as possible, so as to facilitate future cooperation.

    Du Wenjuan was leaving on the sixth day of the sixth day, but he still had to go out to a banquet on the fifth day of the fifth day, having a meal with several key clients from Beijing.

    There were also Xiaofu's second-generation friends and his girlfriend who helped to connect, as well as several teachers from their own companies.

    Ginger forgot to cook this meal, so naturally, I have to be the first to arrive, and pay more attention to the importance of the special flavors of the dishes.

    When other people entered the table one after another, he realized that there was a woman who looked familiar.

    The woman had heavy makeup and spoke with a metallic tone, and he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

    "This is my girlfriend, Guan Hong," the second generation of Xiaofu smiled: "Come here dear, say hello to everyone, this is Boss Jiang."

    Jiang Wang met her eyes, and only remembered for a moment.

    This is Peng Jiahui's ex-girlfriend!

    In his heart, he did not accept that his parents had other partners, so he had a weak impression of Chang Hua and Peng Jiahui's ex-girlfriends, and only reacted when he was reminded of their names.

    Guan Hong saw that the host of this meal was Jiang Wang. At first, she smiled reluctantly, but she quickly calmed down and talked and laughed with others.

    This meal was enjoyed by the guests and the host, and Jiang Wang didn't think much about it, and went out to breathe in the name of making a phone call.

    The smell of smoke in the box was so strong that it hurt his eyes.

    After a while, Guan Hong also came over, blowing the wind outside with him.

    She is very skilled in smoking, a cigarette needs to be knocked out from the cigarette case, and then lit.

    After finishing the work, she said to Jiang Wang, "You too?"

    "No, the throat is bad."

    Guan Hong took a cigarette and smoked slowly without speaking.

    Jiang Wang recalled some, turned his head and said, "Peng Jiahui and I are friends."

    "He hit you before, I apologize for him, sorry."

    Guan Hong glanced at him and laughed softly: "Do you know why he hit me?"

    Jiang Wangping hummed.

    "I was also angry at that time. When I thought about who you and you were, I thought of the two dog men I caught **** on the bed." Guan Hong's tone was very cold, and she stretched out her finger and brushed it on the iron railing. Putting down the ash, he said casually, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Thinking about it now, it's naive."

    Jiang Wang had no intention of forgiving or ignoring her, and the night wind eased her drinking, feeling that Lingtai was clearer.

     "However, do you know why he broke up with me?"

    "It's not about the two of you." She said sarcastically, "It's actually...for his son."

    "I never figured it out."

    "You said that this man has a sense of responsibility and care about his own children. Why did he keep giving that little boy to the two of you to raise him, and asked you to take him to Yuhan to study."

    "If you really care about that little boy, why did you go earlier? Don't you have money now, so why don't you pick it up?"

     Guan Hong looked at him and pressed the cigarette **** on the railing.

    "Don't you say it's contradictory?"

    Jiang Wang didn't know about this situation and was surprised.

    Peng Jiahui was guessed by her because of Xingwang and because of his relationship with Linqiu, how would she care about this?

    He watched his father roll over and over in the love scene for the past few years, and he got drunk again and again after falling out of love, but he never imagined that he would value him, and he would be placed in such an important position.

    He recovered and found that Guan Hong was still waiting for his answer.

    "It's actually pretty easy to understand."

    "My boyfriend told me so," Jiang Wang said lightly: "Some parents have no ability to love their children."

    Guan Hong still raised her eyebrows when she heard the word 'boyfriend', but listened to him patiently.

    "Some people can't get over this hurdle in their whole life, and they have to hope that their parents have the ability to give love in the way they expect."

    "There are also many parents who stubbornly believe that they have this ability, and they must give love."

    "Pang Jiahui is neither the former nor the latter."

    "He found that he was incompetent, so he simply put the child in a better situation, and then slowly walked to the right position."

    "He broke up with you, stubbornly insisted on keeping a son's place at home, and did not take his son back immediately."

    "Probably..." The man said here, his eyes became warmer: "He wants to meet the stars again in the future."

    With the right situation, with the right love.

    And that's what Jiang Wang was waiting for.