Although the time for staying here is very short, and she will return to Cizhou after the sixth day of the lunar new year, Du Wenjuan has always been very happy.
She is also happy to see Xingwang sleeping late, and seeing him jumping rope in the yard is also happy. Even if the child is wandering around in the kitchen and can't help him, she will be so amused by Xingwang's two or three words that she can't straighten up .
After finishing the music by himself, sometimes he would take Jiang Wang to have fun beside him.
"Do you know, Xingwang doesn't have nightmares now, and she sleeps very well at night." Seeing that her little bear cub is growing very strong, she feels relieved from the bottom of her heart: "I didn't feel relieved when I first came here. I got up several times in the middle of the night, but he snored and babbled, and couldn't think of anything bad, which is great."
Jiang Wang looked at Du Wenjuan, nodded as well, and watched quietly.
Peng Xingwang was overwhelmed by the heavy workload during school, so he finally seized the opportunity of vacation, took his mother to wander around Yuhan, and bought a large bouquet of tulips for her with the New Year's money.
Walking around during the day, the adults are tired from playing and go to bed early, and the children can fully charge after eating a meal, and then call their friends with full energy.
"Yang Kai, did you know that our winter homework actually requires us to raise fish!"
The little philosopher yawned lazily: "I finished writing a long time ago. As soon as you left, Teacher Xu still had that temper. When I asked her to pay New Year's greetings, she even asked how you were doing."
Peng Xingwang groaned, patted his head and said, "I forgot to call her, I will call her tomorrow!"
"Then how are you doing in Yuhan? Did anyone bully you?"
"How could 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. We chat with each other every day!"
Yang Kai became vigilant: "You don't like Dijia anymore?!"
"Ah, it's okay..."
"It's okay?!" Yang Kai said seriously: "You have only been in Yuhan for a few days and you betrayed the organization, Peng Xingwang!"
"I don't call traitors, hang up!"
"Hey-hey!!"
The child snorted, rolled all the way to the end of the sofa and lay on his stomach.
"Then I don't care about you anymore, let's see who is better."
Du Wenjuan simply fell asleep for a while and then came out to cook. After a while, Jiang Wang also rubbed his messy hair and got up to work overtime, gnawing pears in the living room and reading the report.
Ji Linqiu just happened to come over to talk about something and have a meal. The two of them sat side by side, each with a computer, and gradually began to concentrate on their work.
Du Wenjuan brought them two glasses of water and then went to work on her own. When the fried lotus root boxes came out one after another, she took a break to look out from the glass door of the kitchen.
She didn't know about their relationship before, even if she saw the two of them joking around, she wouldn't think too much about it.
Now that Jiang Wang confessed, she still feels worried and uneasy about them, and the resentment is surprisingly almost gone.
In the living room, both of them were immersed in their work, occasionally drinking a sip of water and chatting.
After Jiang Wang finished drinking the water, he habitually pushed it to the other side with the back of his hand, motioning for Ji Linqiu to take a sip too.
Sometimes Ji Linqiu remembered, sometimes he kept typing on the keyboard and couldn't take care of it, so the man tapped the rim of the glass with his knuckles to signal him to drink water.
Du Wenjuan finished frying lotus root box and fried chicken wings in the kitchen, and stewed a large pot of fresh fish soup carefully on the fire. When she occasionally looked 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.
Being 'gay' seems like a stigma.
But she has lived for more than thirty years and has seen too many unreliable men.
Those men are straight, but what's the use
I don't even know how to be a person, that's all.
After Ji Linqiu finished drinking a cup, he reached out to refill the teapot consciously, took a sip and pushed it back to Jiang Wang.
The latter took a casual sip and turned to the computer to show him the data on it.
You take a cup and I take a cup, and the teapot is mostly empty before you know it.
Du Wenjuan put the fish soup into the casserole, and went to make another pot for them when she had time.
Ji Linqiu raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you, I really troubled you."
When he smiled, there seemed to be a spiritual spring in his eyes, which were clear and bright.
On the contrary, Du Wenjuan was embarrassed to look at him face to face, and smiled politely and went back to the kitchen to make tea.
The dense mist is rippling, and the elegant fragrance smells very good.
She looked at the undulating tea leaves and had a ridiculous idea in her heart.
My brother may be happy every day to be accompanied by such a person.
Compared with this, what if it is the same sex
Du Wenjuan was surprised by this thought, as if she realized that she had done something wrong, she hurriedly pressed the thought, and while going out with the teapot, she forced herself to return to the state of worrying about them.
In short, there will still be a lot of trouble, but I hope nothing will happen in the future.
Peng Xingwang was bored watching TV by himself, so he ran over with his homework to write with them.
Du Wenjuan also poured him a small cup, and said softly: "Mom is leaving the day after tomorrow, baby, you can write a few days later, let's play more together in these two days."
Peng Xingwang grabbed the pen but was a little unsure: "--are you leaving the day after tomorrow?"
"It was agreed before we came here," Jiang Wang said casually, "Your mother has to go back to the unit to go to work when I leave on the sixth day of the new year."
Peng Xingwang suddenly couldn't continue writing, and his pen movements were a bit stiff.
He looked at Du Wenjuan, drawing out his tone as if pleading.
"Can mom stay a few more days?"
Du Wenjuan hesitated, but still shook her head.
"My sister hasn't seen her mother for a long time, and she also needs to be taken care of, right?"
Peng Xingwang lowered his head and hummed, then looked up quickly: "Then during my summer vacation, will my mother come?"
Du Wenjuan stretched out her hand to touch his forehead: "Mom still has annual leave. When you miss your mother, come and accompany you. I will definitely come."
Peng Xingwang felt uncomfortable, wanted to refute a few words, but swallowed the words again.
He cannot be capricious. He has to be a good kid.
He's always been good, hasn't he
Although it is Chinese New Year, Jiang Wang rarely has the chance to stay at home for dinner.
As the boss of the company, he is destined to always pay attention to the wind direction of the business world, and to keep in touch with friends from all walks of life.
When encountering an important relationship, you can’t even shirk the need to drink for entertainment, so try to be as thoughtful as possible to facilitate future cooperation.
Du Wenjuan had to leave on the sixth day of the new year, but he still had to go out for dinner on the fifth day of the new year, having dinner with a few key clients from Beijing.
During the dinner, there were also friends of the second generation of the rich and his girlfriend who helped to make connections, as well as several teachers from their own company.
Jiang Wang is the host of this meal, so naturally he has to be the first to arrive, and pay more attention to the special taste of the dishes.
When other people took their seats one after another, he realized that there was a woman who looked familiar.
The woman's make-up was very heavy, and she spoke with a somewhat metallic voice. For a moment, he couldn't remember who it was.
"This is my girlfriend, Guan Hong," Xiaofu Erdai said with a smile, "Come on dear, say hello to everyone, this is Boss Jiang."
Jiang Wang met her eyes, and it took a moment to recall.
This is Peng Jiahui and his ex-girlfriend!
Deep down in his heart, he doesn't accept that his parents have other partners, so he has little impression of Chang Hua and Peng Jiahui's ex-girlfriends, and he only reacted when he was reminded of their names.
Guan Hong saw clearly that Jiang Wang was the host of the meal, and her smile was a bit forced at first, but she soon calmed down and chatted and laughed with the others.
The dinner was enjoyed by both host and guest, Jiang Wang didn't think too much, so he went out to catch his breath during the dinner in the name of making a phone call.
The smell of cigarettes in the box was too strong, which hurt his eyes.
After a while, Guan Hong also came over, blowing the wind outside with him.
She is very skilled in her smoking posture. When a cigarette is pulled out of the cigarette case, it needs to be tapped before being lit again.
After finishing the matter, he raised his hand to Jiang Wang: "You want one too?"
"No, bad throat."
Guan Hong smoked slowly with a cigarette in her mouth, without speaking.
Jiang Wang thought about it a bit, then turned his head and said, "Peng Jiahui and I are friends."
"He hit you before, I apologize for him, I'm sorry."
Guan Hong glanced at him and laughed lightly: "Do you know why he hit me?"
Jiang Wangping hummed.
"At that time, I also vented my anger. When I thought of you and who you were, I thought of the two dog men I caught and raped on the bed." Guan Hong's tone was very cold, she stretched out her fingers to dust off the cigarette ash on the iron railing, and said casually: "In a flash I haven't seen you for a long time, and thinking about it now, I'm still naive."
Jiang Wang had no intention of forgiving or paying attention to her, and the night breeze eased his drink, feeling that the Lingtai was clearer.
"But do you know why he broke up with me?"
"It's not because of the two of you." She said in a sarcastic tone, "It's... for his son."
"I never figured it out."
"You say this man is responsible and cares about his own child. Why did you keep entrusting that little boy to the two of you to raise him, and let you take him to study in Yuhan?"
"If you really care about that little boy so much, why did you go early? Don't you have money now, why don't you pick him up?"
Guan Hong looked at him and put out the cigarette butt on the railing.
"Tell me, isn't that contradictory?"
Jiang Wang didn't know about this situation, so he was also surprised.
Peng Jiahui was guessed by her because of Xingwang's matter, and also because of his relationship with Linqiu, how could he care about this
He watched his father toss and turn in the love scene in the past few years, falling in love once and getting drunk once, but he never imagined that he was valued by him, and he was placed in such an important position.
He recovered and found that Guan Hong was still waiting for his answer.
"It's actually easy to understand."
"My boyfriend told me so," Jiang Wang said indifferently: "Some parents don't have the ability to love their children."
Guan Hong still twitched her eyebrows when she heard the word 'boyfriend', but she still listened to him patiently.
"Some people can't pass this hurdle in their whole life, and they have to hope that their parents have this ability and can give love in the way they expect."
"There are also many parents who stubbornly believe that if they have this ability, what they give must be love."
"Peng Jiahui is neither the former nor the latter."
"He realized that he was not capable, so he simply sent the child to a better situation, and then slowly moved to the right position."
"He broke up with you and stubbornly insisted on leaving a place for his son at home, but he didn't take his son back immediately."
"Probably because..." the man said up to this point, his eyes getting warmer: "He wants to meet the stars again in the future."
With the right situation, and the right love.
And that's what Jiang Wang was waiting for.