The old vermilion door opened, and inside stood a middle-aged woman of thirty-five or six years old.

Although I am a little older, it can be seen that I was also a beautiful person when I was young, and this is Ding Manrou's aunt Zhao Fang.

After Zhao Fang opened the door, she saw Ding Manrou outside. She was about to smile on her face, but after seeing Ding Peng behind Ding Manrou, she took her smile back.

"Manrou...brother-in-law."

Zhao Fang called out, but she could hear that she didn't want to call Ding Peng's brother-in-law. After saying hello, Zhao Fang turned around and walked in.

Ding Manrou should be used to this situation, and she didn't think anything about it, so she followed her in.

Ding Peng was a little embarrassed when he stood at the door. He didn't know how this drunkard Ding Peng had been doing it before, and why was his sister-in-law so cold to him. He wouldn't have done anything bad to others before.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ding Manrou's voice came from the room.

"Come in and close the door."

Ding Peng rubbed the back of his neck, then smiled bitterly and entered the house.

The situation at Zhao Fang's house is very ordinary. The room is an old-fashioned three-bedroom and one living room, which is a bit messy. The marks are grinded on the white floor. This thing cannot be dragged off at all.

There is a big red paint table in the center of the living room, but some places have also been painted off, with messy things on it and children's milk powder jars.

There were a few big chairs next to it, and a sofa next to the wall, but it was also very old. There were some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. Ding Peng could tell at a glance that this was a printed product bought from the store, because there was actually a signature from a certain printing factory below, but a few calligraphy and paintings hanging in the house could add a little humanistic atmosphere to the room.

Such decorations are completely inappropriate, making people feel uncomfortable to see.

Fortunately, these are not things that attract Ding Peng. What attracts Ding Peng the most is that there is a stroller next to the big table and a pink child is sleeping on the car.

The little guy is chubby and drools while sleeping.

Ding Peng fell in love with this child at first sight, and thought to himself that since he was someone else's father, he had to say hello.

So this guy didn't care about Zhao Fang and Ding Manrou ignored him, ran to the front of the stroller alone and reached out to touch the child's face gently, grinning, "Ali, dad is here."

Well, in Ding Peng's impression, the fathers in those movies and TV generally express their love for their children, just pinching their faces and kissing their hands, which makes them look so kind and fatherly.

But after shouting, he suddenly heard a puff sound from behind, and hurriedly stood up and looked back. He saw Ding Manrou holding a glass of water and staring at him blankly. The ground in front of him was wet, and it was obvious that he had sprayed just now.

Zhao Fang was wearing an apron to cook, but she stopped halfway through the apron and looked at Ding Peng like a ghost.

Ding Peng rubbed his face and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Fang looked at Ding Peng again and went to the kitchen to work without saying a word.

Ding Manrou looked at Ding Peng with complicated eyes, then pointed to a room inside, and said, "Your son is sleeping in the inner room. This is Xiaoqiang, my aunt's child."

“……”

The room was quiet, and Ding Peng was a little stupid standing there, thinking that he was really a bit of a fucking dog. How many children are you two families? Can you explain it clearly in advance? This is so embarrassing... Emma, ​​it's so embarrassing.

"oh."

Ding Peng pushed open the door of a room in depressed manner and walked in. When he had just entered this room, he heard Zhao Fang ask Ding Manrou in a low voice.

"Manrou, what's wrong with him? Why don't he know his son anymore?"

Dingman Judo: "I don't know either. I didn't even know me when I woke up in the hospital today."

Ding Peng in the room really wants to hit the wall. Grandma, it’s embarrassing, it’s embarrassing.

He was embarrassed and saw a child sleeping sweetly on the big bed in the room. He wanted to walk over and take a look, but he stopped after taking two steps. Then he turned around and came to a wardrobe. There was a fitting mirror on the wardrobe. He looked in the mirror for a long time. He had to determine what this drunkard Ding Peng looked like first.

I saw the person in the mirror with a messy hair and a long beard. However, except for these facial features, it was not bad, especially the bridge of the nose and big eyes, but they had double eyelids.

"It's so terrible."

Ding Peng muttered, then he walked to the bed and looked at the child gently. He found that the little guy was sleeping soundly, and his facial features were quite similar to his.

"Well, this time I shouldn't be wrong, but why isn't that little guy outside fat?"

Yes, although this child is quite white, the flesh on his face is obviously not as good as the little guy outside. The child outside has a chubby face. Not to mention skinny or bone-skinned, it’s just thin anyway.

He slowly picked up the child's little hand and found that there was no flesh on the little guy's little hand. His five fingers were relatively slender and his nails were a little long. It seemed that he hadn't been cut for a long time.

"Drunkard Ding Peng, what kind of person did you have before? Your children have become like this, why do you have the face to survive?"

Ding Peng thought fiercely, although he was caught off guard and even a little depressed by the sudden appearance of five children, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw a white, tender, lively and cute child who was not much thin.

"Boy, I will be your dad from now on. Don't worry, with my dad here, I guarantee that you will be fatter in a month."

After saying that, Ding Peng wanted to take his hand back, but suddenly the little guy's little hand grabbed his index finger, and then habitually put it in his mouth and began to suck it, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Ding Peng didn't dare to move for a moment, so he bent his legs and lay beside the bed, allowing the child to suck his fingers.

At this moment, a string in Ding Peng's heart was suddenly plucked, and all his impetuousness disappeared, and there was only the child who was sucking his fingers in his eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ding Peng felt that his legs were half bent and it was already numb. One of his fingers was full of saliva. At this moment, he suddenly felt that someone was at the door.

Ding Peng turned his head and looked at him, and saw Ding Manrou standing at the door at some point, and was looking at him with a complicated expression on his face.

Seeing Ding Peng looking over, Ding Manrou said coldly: "It's time to eat, we will take Ali back after the meal."

After saying that, Ding Manrou turned around and left.

Ding Peng carefully took his finger out of the little guy's mouth and came outside. He saw that the big table had been cleaned up and the messy things were thrown on the old sofa. There were a few home-cooked dishes and a few bowls of rice on the table.

Zhao Fang was not there, Ding Manrou sat alone on a chair and was eating slowly.

"Where is your aunt?"

Ding Peng was really hungry. This alcoholic drank too much yesterday and almost died of drinking. He vomited all the food and now his stomach is empty.

He was not polite either, so he sat down and asked, then picked up a bowl of rice and started eating.

Dingman Judo: "It's like making soup in the kitchen."

After saying that, the dining table fell into silence again.

After a while, Zhao Fang walked out of the kitchen with a soup bowl, but at this moment, the door was opened from outside, and then a middle-aged man of thirty-seven or eight years old rushed in in a hurry.

The man said to Zhao Fang as soon as he came in, "Afang, we are finished."
Chapter completed!