Wu Peng pulled the corner of his mouth, but looking at the old man's handsome and energetic appearance now, if he told him the news he had just learned, I don't know what it would be like.

He was born by his concubine and the first son of the old man in front of him.

When he was young, he longed for fatherly love, but when he beat his eldest wife and lay on the ground and dying, his father just glanced coldly, then hugged the newly collected third concubine and entered his room.

From then on he knew that he might not even be as good as a dog in his father's eyes.

Sometimes the world is really unfair.

Is it because you are good people without good rewards, but you are bad people and live freely and freely?

Wu Xiujie said impatiently, "What's wrong with you? He hesitated and looked like hesitant."

Wu Peng didn't care about his father's reprimand and was used to it. Besides, he couldn't hear it as long as he didn't come. He leaned forward and lowered his voice and said, "Father, I just came back from China. After seeing my uncle, I went to find Xiao Cui and Mrs. Wang next to my eldest wife."

Wu Xiujie's casual expression suddenly became restrained little by little.

The eagle-like eyes stared at Wu Peng, and Wu Peng stared at him intently. After a moment, Wu Xiujie smiled on his face.

"Wu Peng, you are also a grandfather. You should know how to deal with this matter..."

Wu Peng was silent.

Wu Xiujie recalled the scene when Wu Tai went crazy just now.

So did he remember something? Or did he know any clues in China?

He found Wu Qianyun, but Wu Qianyun died?

He was unsure, but he said indifferently, "Before his grandfather died, your uncle forced to swear that he would respect me, the elder brother in his lifetime, otherwise he would not even want to find his daughter even in his next life."

Wu Peng looked at his father silently, "So no matter what you did back then, do you have the gold medal of avoiding death?"

Wu Xiujie asked with a sneer, "You rebel, what did you say I did?"

"You know what you did."

Wu Peng took a few steps back, "If my uncle knew the truth, he might have sweared torn you alive.

By the way, there are also your lovers, your illegitimate sons and illegitimate daughters, and my uncle will not let go of any of them."

Wu Xiujie suddenly stood up and kicked Wu Peng fiercely. Wu Peng was not prepared to be kicked to the ground by him, but Wu Peng, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly laughed.

"You are really not losing money in your life. You have lived to this day and live a life of devotion."

"That's because I have this fate." Wu Xiujie said word by word with a cold face.

"Okay, if you have this life, you can continue to enjoy it."

"So, Wu Peng, don't be fooled with me. This matter is best handled beautifully, otherwise your outstanding children and genius twin grandson will end up miserably."

"I have never seen you old guy as cruel and ruthless as you. They are also your great-grandson."

Wu Peng suddenly couldn't control himself and roared in a low voice.

Wu Xiujie sneered, and didn't even look at Wu Peng. He slowly left the luxurious living room with his hands behind his back.

As he walked, he started to laugh.

He murmured softly, "Wu Xiukai, Wu Xiukai, you have been so glorious all your life, so what's the result? I am the eldest son of the Wu family. Why can you, the little girl, climb onto my head and act like a mighty person? Why should you give you the position of the patriarch? So, these are your retribution..."

At this moment, the face that was originally sneered was as ferocious as a demon.

Wu Peng slowly got up from the ground, tidied up his clothes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The old man has been killing people with a knife throughout his life.

Is this going to happen now?

Now, no matter whether he is alive or not, the property left by his grandfather is still held in the old man's hands.

My uncle's mother is the second wife, and the old guy always thinks that the woman caused his mother to die.

No one knows what happened back then.

But I have to admit that looking at the old guy who was enjoying all the money, I actually pinched my uncle in the palm of my hand.

He is in such good health, and it will be fine if he lives for another twenty years. As for his uncle, it seems that it will be good to survive this year.

He could even guess that the old thing now is waiting for my uncle to return to the world.

Maybe he would find someone to pretend to be Wu Qianyun?

No, the biggest possibility is to pretend to be Wu Qianyun's descendants.

He can do this.

Also, Wu Tai was born as a eldest wife, and in the past he was the legitimate son.

So the old guy's property is big.

And Wutai is now the president of the group.

He is the only one in the entire Wu family who lives so majestic.

Although others are also making a living in the group, because of their poor ability, can they barely make a living with Wu Tai, who is calling for the wind and rain?

So, since the old guy doesn't care about his life or death, what does he care about?

Anyway, even if they do something, those people are the old guy's subordinates.

Without Wu Tai, he will get more.

How many years can the old guy live? Can he still die before him?

Wu Peng calmed down his emotions and strided away from this luxurious, decayed and dirty hall that seemed to be filled with darkness and decay.

...

Early in the morning, He Xiuyu took He Xuerong to the kindergarten.

Qiao Qingyu had already processed the front courtyard, planted sea buckthorn fruits in circles, and sprinkled two rows on both sides of the stone road in the middle. It was called Sweeping Tree Plum in the north, but there was also a really nice name called Gesanghua, which is a symbol of happiness and auspiciousness.

The seeds of this flower are in more than a dozen colors. Qiao Qingyu mixed them together and planted them on both sides of the pedestrian road.

After a few months, beautiful flowers will bloom.

On both sides are her small vegetable garden.

Transplant the ginger and onions that have emerged from the wooden box.

Qiao Qingyu's plan was very reasonable, and she counted about a dozen vegetables.

The two small vegetable gardens were covered with black soil and mixed with wood ash. She used almost all the black soil she brought from her uncle in her hometown, leaving only a bag for emergency needs.

In fact, no matter when, the black soil always gives people a deep and heavy feeling that it seems to exude a vigorous and vitality.

Besides, the soil is really good, and it is fatter when mixed with the ash, so Qiao Qingyu’s two vegetable gardens are not ordinary vegetable gardens.

There is only one grape trellis in the yard.
Chapter completed!