Ma Qingbo was very depressed.

He is also from Dongling City, but he lives in Dongling City New District, and Yuema Road Flip Community is in the old district. Most of the municipal government's energy is on the new district, so it will be built beautifully, so there will be no investment or construction in the old district, so it is dilapidated.

Especially the road at the entrance of the community, there were a lot of vehicles in the past, and the road surface had been bumpy.

Ma Qingbo's car was walking on it like a spring, rising and falling, and it even crushed several small puddles. The sewage inside was probably put on the car, which made Ma Qingbo feel very distressed.

"Mr. Ding, with your ability, you can buy a house in the new district. This place does not match your identity." Ma Qingbo said with a wry smile.

What the hell is this? The conditions are too bad. Can you still take a car on this road?

Bang ~

He crushed another pit, which was a bit big. Ma Qingbo bounced his butt in the driver's seat and almost hit his head.

"If you don't have money, just have a place to live. It's right in front. You drive slowly. This road is a bit unstoppable for your luxury car." Ding Peng pointed to the front and said.

Ma Qingbo thought to himself that he would definitely not be able to serve you. I have been sending you this trip several laps than I did in the new district.

Turning over at the entrance of the community, Ding Peng got out of the car, waved his hand with Ma Qingbo and went in.

Ma Qingbo drove away from the car.

Ding Peng came to the front of Building B and wanted to go home, but found that he didn't remember the house and didn't carry the keys on him, so he went to Xiangcheng's house again.

When I arrived at Xiangcheng's door, I found that the door was open and Zhao Fang was talking inside.

"Manrou, help me and bring this dish over and there is wine. Your uncle is hiding a bottle of good wine in the cabinet. Take it out and your father will have this mouthful."

"I understand, aunt, can you stop letting my dad drink? He can't find the North he drinks every day. If you continue drinking like this, it will cause great harm to your body."

"Aren't you happy today? Besides, your dad drinks every day, and this time it's not bad."

Ding Peng: "..."

This guy stood at the door a little confused, thinking to himself, what's going on? The house seemed to be very lively and he prepared wine for himself. Don't you all hate me for drinking?

However, he realized after thinking about it for a moment that Xiang Cheng must have told Zhao Fang about what happened today, and that he wanted to reward himself.

"Eat it if you can. I used to spend every meal I had to drink, and I had never had a good meal."

Thinking to himself, Ding Peng entered the house.

Ding Manrou was just carrying a plate of fried meat from the kitchen. When she saw Ding Peng entering the door, the girl was stunned.

"I... are you back? I'll serve the food for my aunt."

She really didn't know how to talk to her dad, because her dad rarely communicated with the four sisters in the past, and when they met each other, they either got scolded or simply said hello.

Come back?

Um.

It's gone, this is usually the case, the conversation is short and not painful.

Now I suddenly heard my uncle say that his father cured the chicken plague of several chicken farmers in the western suburbs. At first, Ding Manrou thought he had heard it wrong, but he didn't believe it until Xiang Xiangcheng made a repeated decision.

Even so, Ding Manrou was still a little confused. After all, this was far from her father's previous image. She was happy, but she was a little uncomfortable.

So after seeing Ding Peng, she felt a little unaware of what to say.

"I'm back, stir-fried garlic sprouts? Yoho, are you making so many delicious?"

The plate of fried garlic sprouts from Ding Manrou's hand was taken over and placed on the table. Ding Peng found that there were already several dishes on the table, including cold pork ears, fried peanuts, cold cucumbers, stir-fried meat, and minced red meat in the snow. They were all good dishes to serve wine.

After seeing these dishes, Ding Peng became even more sure that this was what Xiang Cheng told him. Although these dishes are not expensive, they are very classic, especially for those who drink, they are almost essential dishes for drinking.

"Brother-in-law is back?" Zhao Fang came out of the kitchen with an apron. After seeing Ding Peng, she smiled and said hello.

Ding Peng smiled and nodded, pointed to the dishes on the table and asked knowingly, "Are there any customers coming today?"

"No, there are only a few people. Ding Ding and Ding Dang will come back soon. There are many people, so I cook more. You can wait for a while and there is a soup. Once it is ready, it can start eating. Or you can eat first." As he said that, Zhao Fang went into the kitchen again.

In fact, it’s not too late now, just around six o’clock, and I’m going to have dinner and say it’s too late.

Seeing Zhao Fang entering the kitchen again, Ding Manrou sat on the sofa, staring at Ding Peng with her eyes straight.

Ding Peng turned his head and looked at her, touched his face, and asked with a smile: "Girl, what's wrong? Is there a flower on my face?"

Ding Manrou laughed, then stood up and walked towards the inner room. Not long after, the giggling sound of the children coming from the inner room.

The child's laughter was like a gentle stream, flowing gently through Ding Peng's heart.

His body shook slightly, then he slowly came to the door of the inner room and looked inside. He saw two children sitting on the bed, and they were having fun playing with something.

Ding Manrou sat next to him and watched, holding her chin with both hands, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Ba...Daba..."

The child sitting in front of the door was Ding Li. The little guy was very thin, but in good spirits. He was playing with Xiang Qiang, but suddenly he saw a tall man standing at the door. The little guy threw the things in his hand on the bed, and then patted his hands and started screaming.

A child who is nearly two years old can walk slowly, and speaking is not a problem. He just can't explain it clearly. The little guy originally called him Dad, but he ended up calling him Dad.

Ding Peng grinned, walked over and picked up the little guy, then kissed him hard on the face, and asked, "Do you miss your father?"

Ding Li didn't know what it means to think about it or not. He was just held by Ding Peng, and his little hands kept touching Ding Peng's beard.

His beard has not been shaved for several days, it is a bit long and feels a little thorny. The little guy wiped it for a while and stopped wiping it, then stretched out his hand for Ding Manrou to hug it.

Ding Manrou deliberately frowned and said, "Dad, I'll hug your little brother Xiaoqiang later."

Ding Li was stronger than Shao for two months, but he was not as tall as Shao Qiang or as fat as him, which made Ding Peng very angry.

“What does it taste like?”

Suddenly, Ding Peng sniffed and smelled a stinky smell. Soon he felt a warm feeling coming from his arms.

He hurriedly hugged the little guy out and looked at his arm, but found that there was a sticky and smelly thing on it.

“Uh~~”

Ding Peng looked at Ding Li in his hand in amazement. This guy was a little broken.

I thought to myself, little bastard, I welcome my dad to hang colorful lights and put flowers on both sides of the floor. You are so good. I gave me a soak of shit when I met for the first time. This gift is a bit...heavy.

Ding Manrou saw Ding Li's poop and pooping on Ding Peng's arm, and hurriedly stood up to take Ding Li. She said in a hurry: "I just pissed him, so I didn't put diapers on him. I... I'll wipe him and put diapers on it."

Seeing Ding Manrou's somewhat panicked look, Ding Peng was very surprised. He thought to himself that he was just a soak of shit? As for being so nervous?
Chapter completed!