Chapter 52: Let’s have a baby for me quickly

"Are you listening? Hey hey?" Chen Yuchen was so angry that no one in their generation dared to quarrel with Pei Jinxing. Although he was the youngest, this kid was the most cruel.

When others were sixteen or seventeen years old, they were still thinking about how to pick up girls and sleep with women.

He was fighting with people in Country F with revolvers.

"All it?"

I don’t know how long it took, but the voice in the earpiece was low. It was clearly a good weather with the sun, and the indoor heating was dry and hot, but it made Chen Yuchen sweat coldly.

"Anyway, all we can find is this. We found that some employees of the Asylum were searched for. Those people were very tight and they were dug up after being scrapped."

Pei Jinxing lowered his eyes and gently stroked the screen of his phone.

"Where is that head nurse?"

"That person, now he lives is neither human nor ghost. It is said that he took drugs in the first seven or eight years, and had hallucinations. He broke one of his arms by himself. In the end, he ended up miserably, but he deserved it."

"knew."

Pei Jinxing hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

It became silent for a moment.

The tea on hand is completely cold.

But he fell into the calm and cruel words and photos of her past.

It was a long time ago, only an old photo with a dark tone was found.

The skinny little girl was huddled alone in a dark corner, messy all over. On her exposed arms, the new and old knife marks were particularly eye-catching, like a young bird with broken wings. She was holding a shabby rabbit doll, with no emotion on her little face. When her black eyes were looking at the camera, the stagnant water was swaying. That was not the look that a child under ten years old should have.

There were figures walking by, laughing, swaying teeth, or eating melon seeds, like invisible executioners, swaying the girl's weak soul.

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I don't know how long it took.

Pei Jinxing woke up from the silence.

He rang on WeChat.

It was sent by Shen Zhouyi.

She posted a picture.

There was a bouquet of red champagne roses above. She leaned over in front of the roses and smiled at the camera. At this moment, there were stars hidden in her eyes, glowing and passionate.

"Is it good? I want to give it to you, but I don't know your address and can't give it to you, so I bought it and took a photo for you to take a look."

"The New Year's Eve will be in three days. Can you come back and spend it with me?"

Pei Jinxing sat up slightly, his heart numb.

He couldn't help but hunch his waist, trying to squeeze and suppress the feeling.

I don't know how long it took.

It's of no use at all.

He replied to her.

"Which one is good looking?"

There was a sentence immediately from there: "Sweetheart finally replied to me. I thought you would be angry and ignore me. Xingxing Eyes.JPG"

Looking at this sentence.

There seemed to be a wind around, and an unpredictable storm broke out. It seemed that he had experienced a desperate battle between silence, and he seemed not to be the winner.

Pei Jinxing seemed to have given up something, so he just let out a breath.

The response of one word seems to have been used for a long time.

"good."

This word means promise to go back for the New Year.

Shen Zhouyi, who was receiving a forced order from the Shen family, asked her to go back to the Shen family, looked at the word.

He looked dazed.

Next second.

He sent another voice message—

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“Who are you chatting with?”

A quiet female voice broke this balance.

Pei Jinxing raised his head.

The woman entering the door was wearing a Su-embroidered cheongsam with a white background and a soft waist. Every step she took was a moving charm.

His eyes slightly rippled, and his tone was still scattered: "Woman."

The woman who walked over narrowed her eyes.

She sat upright beside him and ordered the servant to change to a pot of hot tea.

"Which lady?"

"No way, no title."

The woman then looked at him with a angrily look, "What's the attitude of talking to your mother?"

The woman's name is Liang Fudeng, and Mrs. Pei Yunjiang, the head of the Pei family.

He is also Pei Jinxing's mother.

Pei Jinxing poured a cup of tea, his fingertips were cold and white, adding to the coldness.

"You're youngest."

Liang Fudeng is indeed charming. He is 47 years old this year. Someone believes that she is thirty-five or sixty years old.

Hearing this, she sneered: "There is no honest word in her mouth."

Pei Jinxing didn't say anything.

Liang Fudeng slowly took a sip of tea: "Is there a woman?"

"Are you so idle?" He raised his black eyelashes lightly.

"Why can't you care? After all, you are not a good thing, so I don't have to see what you can get together with you."

Liang Fudeng's mouth was cold and poisonous.

It seemed as if it was not his own son in front of him.

Pei Jinxing stood up lazily, "Don't worry about living until ninety-nine."

"I thought I wanted to care about you." Liang Fudeng put down the teacup, "The weather is quite cold, my hands are afraid of cold and they are easy to dry."

Pei Jinxing turned around and knew that his mother was an unpredictable way of doing things, so he asked, "What do you want to say?"

Liang Fudeng narrowed his eyes, "So, when will I come back to have a baby and hold Nuannuan's hands?"

Pei Jinxing: “…………”

Is this progress bar a bit too fast forward?

He was too lazy to pay attention to it.

Lift your legs and leave.

Liang Fudeng waved, but he waved, "Go and take the thing I made away for the young master."

Pei Jinxing has lost his patience.

Soon the servant brought a large jewelry box with high-quality pearls and gems inlaid outside. Just the gems outside can be exchanged for a house in the Second Ring Road of the Capital.

He frowned and looked over: "What jewelry box is my big man using?"

Liang Fudeng snapped the teacup with a snap, pulled his lips and sneered: "Who the hell gave it to you?"

"I gave it to my daughter-in-law."

“…?”

"Where did you get your daughter-in-law?"

"Then I will give birth to such a good skin sac in your body. I can't even use it for the best. How could I give birth to a son with such an elm-headed one?"

“…You ask your husband?”

"My husband is naturally better than you."

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To be continued...