Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    When he went home again, Jiang Wang went to Xingwang room to accompany him to do his homework.

    The child finally spoke when the book and papers were neatly placed in the schoolbag.

    "I went out to dinner today and saw your dad has a new girlfriend."

    Peng Xingwang frowned at him again.

    "It's you who said don't say it before going to bed." After Jiang Wang finished speaking, he found that he was arguing with his own brother, and felt a little funny: "I also told you in advance to save you from being sad later. "

    The child looked disappointed.

    "Unhappy?"

    "Mom and Dad...Is it really impossible to be together again?"

    Peng Xingwang is very worried: "I hope he will wait for his mother."

    I have my sister, how is that possible.

    Jiang Wang reached out and rubbed the child's head, and the latter nodded again, withdrawing what he had quietly decided without authorization.

     "Forget it, it's not impossible, he can talk about it if he wants."

    Peng Xingwang hadn't seen her mother for several years. In a blink of an eye, she already had a husband, and she was pregnant again after a holiday. Every time she was caught off guard.

    At the age of eight, children have realized how tricky time is, and they are afraid that their father will also play this game.

     Jiang Wang just gave him a warning, and the next day he went to see his father.

    If the lord really gave him a sister and a brother, he would not dare to refuse.

    But anyway, let him see it with his own eyes.

    But there is still a guilty conscience of making trouble for no reason.

    Peng Jiahui has moved into the condominium where they used to live, threw away the things in the shantytown, and rebuilt a decent small home.

    The child stood in front of the door with both hands clenched, took a deep breath and then exhaled, and knocked on the door as if he was about to give a speech.

    Bang bang bang.

    "Who?"

    Peng Jiahui opened the iron door and saw his son through the screen door.

    "You've grown taller again, come in," Peng Jiahui said with a smile: "Let me have dinner here, will you go shopping with me later?"

    "Who are you looking for?" Peng Jiahui cheered: "Why, I heard the news and wanted to see your Auntie Guan. She is busy with work today, so I guess she can't come to play."

    Peng Xingwang was poked at the center of the matter, and said stubbornly: "What is it about Auntie, I don't know."

    "I'm...I'm here to ask you questions."

    "Ask a question?" Peng Jiahui sat beside him and cut pears for the child: "Tell me about it."

    Compared to the alcoholic who used to **** off children, his emotional state now seems to have changed.

    The core reason is the removal of many burdens.

    —You don’t have to raise the child yourself, so you don’t have to take care of him every day, and you won’t be bothered by the movement of the child.

    —The distressed economy is improving day by day, and the quality of life is steadily improving.

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    Xingwang knew nothing about this, but Peng Jiahui knew very well.

    A large part of the reason why he can live so well now is that Boss Jiang and the others help him share the hard work of raising children.

    It seems hypocritical to say anything, and I don’t know how long it will last for such a hands-off boss.

    Every time he feels happy and relaxed, there is a fishbone in his heart, which makes people sober and helpless.

    In any case, in the future, the stars must be brought back and raised, and cannot be avoided blindly.

    Peng Xingwang's eyes fell on the turning pear, and after a while he said, "Brother, they want to take me to the provincial capital to study."

    "They're going to ask me what I think, then you and mom."

    Peng Jiahui accidentally cut a small pit on the surface of the pear.

    "Yeah," he said to himself: "With such a big business, it's impossible to stay in a small city all the time."

    "What do you think, Star?"

    "I don't know." Peng Xingwang lowered his head, and after a while he said, "Dad, I'm actually a little scared."

    "Yuhan is too big. There are rivers and bridges. I can't understand the accents of some people."

    The child grew up under the care of the neighbors and got used to the stability and familiarity in the small circle.

    I really want to leave my father and live in a strange provincial capital with my brother and teacher. For children of this age, it is no different from studying abroad.

    Peng Jiahui was stunned for a long time, but did not expect to choose so quickly.

    If I convince my son to go to the provincial capital, I can't be a man, like I want to get rid of a trouble to live with my girlfriend, I will definitely be stabbed in the spine.

    But if you leave a star, you may not be able to take care of the frequent scheduling of work here, and the educational resources are definitely not as good as those in the provincial capital.

    Peng Jiahui never went to university, but he also hopes that his son can leave here and go outside to meet the world.

    He is not qualified to participate in this matter.

    Peng Xingwang was still waiting for his father's attitude, and poked him after waiting for a while.

    "What do you think?"

    "Me," Peng Jiahui smiled, inexplicably a little embarrassed in front of his son: "It's hard to say."

    "Of course we all want you to be content and happy."

    "But if you're scared, I can't force you to pass."

    A few words are the same as nothing.

    The doorbell rang twice.

    "Ka Fai, it's me. I'm leaving get off work early."

    Peng Jiahui was stunned, got up quickly, and ordered his son to put the pear down and go to the door with him to greet people.

    "Honghong," Peng Jiahui opened the door and introduced, "Let me introduce you, this is my son, Peng Xingwang."

    Guan Hong was stunned for a while, but she didn't expect to have another son when she came back: "You, what did you say?!"

    "I didn't have time to tell you clearly before," Peng Jiahui forcibly drove away his inner escape and forced himself to be a person: "I was divorced before, this is my son and my ex-wife's son. , I can't hide this from you."

    Peng Xingwang looked up at Auntie Ming's red lips, and called Auntie hello softly.

    "...Hello." Guan Hong put down her bag and went into the door to change her shoes, and said casually, "He is usually at your ex-wife's house, so come to see him occasionally?"

    "No," Peng Jiahui said embarrassingly, "My ex-wife has moved to another province, and now he... lives with Boss Jiang."

    "Boss Jiang? That one yesterday?!"

    Peng Xingwang nodded.

    "It's like this, listen to my explanation, I haven't settled my work before, my life is not good, and I can't take care of it." The paragraph is automatically omitted: "Boss Jiang

    It's my ex-wife's younger brother, who just came over to take care of him for a while. "

    "Later you also know, I jumped over here, and the two of us met during a business trip. It is difficult to pick up the children from school every day, so I still have to ask someone to take care of them."

    Guan Hong's eyes wandered between the father and son several times, and suddenly said: "He takes care of the child alone?"

    "No, there is also Teacher Ji." Peng Xingwang replied: "Mr. Ji is also very kind to me!"

    Guan Hong's tone became a little subtle: "Is that the one beside Boss Jiang yesterday?"

    "Yes," Peng Jiahui didn't think there was any problem, and smiled: "The three of them live together, and Teacher Ji just rented one of the rooms."

    The woman probably understood the situation and didn't say much. She bought food and cooked with them, watched TV together after eating, and sent the child back to the gate of Hehua Gaoyuan Community.

    Wait for the car to turn around and drive in the direction of Tongzilou, Guan Hong is still looking in the direction of the high-end community.

    After a while, he said, "This child, what are you going to do in the future?"

    Peng Jiahui seemed to have been stabbed again, and his hand was lifted from the steering wheel and fell back.

    "I haven't made up my mind yet." He lowered his head and said, "I owe this child a lot, but I don't want you to be wronged."

    Guan Hong did not respond to this answer, and said after a while: "You leave your son to two men, don't worry?"

    "That is indeed much better than what I took care of." Peng Jiahui said helplessly: "As you know my educational level, there is still room for mechanic lathes, so let's forget about teaching children to do homework."

    "Mr. Ji is our best English teacher. Boss Jiang cares more about children than me. They are very good people."

     Guan Hong sneered and turned her head away.

    "You too have a big heart."

    Peng Jiahui said uneasy: "What?"

    "I'll say it first, I don't like children, neither do elementary school students or junior high school students, and I don't plan to give birth in the future." Guan Hong said neatly: "You and your ex-wife can take care of yourself. But if this child comes to live with your parents, let's say goodbye."

    "He comes over occasionally on weekends. I can act and make him happy, but if I really want to bow my head and not look up, my temper may not be so good."

    Peng Jiahui's expression became a little gloomy, don't turn the steering wheel at first, and didn't coax her any more.

    Guan Hong became angry: "Yo, are you ignoring me for this child?"

    Peng Jiahui said, "Go home first, and talk about it later."

    Peng Xingwang called his eldest brother as usual when he got home. The latter answered and was about to hang up, when he thought of something.

    "Xingwang, go and lock the courtyard door. The other doors and windows in the house are the same. It's not very safe recently."

    "We'll be back around ten o'clock in the evening. If you're afraid, we can come and pick you up first, but we'll have to go to a wine party."

    "It's okay," the child was used to waiting for them at home, and asked curiously, "What is the unsafe law?"

    Jiang Wang hesitated for a few seconds before telling the truth.

    "I heard that there is a three-eyed lunatic."

    "He has three eyes?!"

    "No, I used to fight with people, my forehead was cut open by an axe, and the scars grew out like Erlang God." Jiang Wang was afraid that the child would run wild, so he didn't omit the scary part: " Did you see the police car patrolling the street today, and they are all looking for where this person has gone."

    "After school, go to the office and wait for Teacher Ji to get off work. I'll say hello to Mr. Xu, don't be afraid."

    Peng Xingwang stared out the window for a long time, the chill spreading from the soles of his feet.

    "Brother, brother," his voice became stiff: "The three-eyed lunatic you mentioned, is he short with short hair, eyes separated from left to right, thick neck, and he holds the A watermelon knife?"

    Jiang Wang became alert: "How do you know?"

    "He...he walked over to the west gate."