C58

You're not married to a rich man, are you?

After hanging up, Bai Xiao called her home, telling the Zhang Ma to arrange for Ran Ran to sleep early and not to wait for her. Bai Xiao wanted to accompany Peng Peng at night for a bit, if not, she would go back early tomorrow to pack up.

"What's there to worry about? Don't worry, I won't die for Lu Zixi." Wu Pengpeng said with a smile.

… ….

"Mom, you're finally back." When Ran Ran heard the sound of a car, she was already wearing her fluffy pajamas and small slippers with pink bunny ears. She ran down from upstairs and when she saw Bai Xiao, she immediately pounced on her.

"Because Mom still wants to see Ran Ran. Mom is at Mom's place, and Mom even brought her over. Mom wants to stay with us for a few days, okay?" Seeing Ran Ran's cute look, Bai Xiao couldn't help but pat her head.

"Sure, where's the godmother? Why didn't Ran Ran see her? " Ran Ran stuck out her head and couldn't find Wu Pengpeng behind Bai Xiao, so she could not help but to ask curiously.

"Eh, where's Peng Peng?" Bai Xiao could not help but be curious, where did Wu Pengpeng go? She should be right behind her. Why hasn't she come in yet?

Bai Xiao could not help but walk out, only to see Wu Pengpeng still opening her mouth wide, and at the door, staring blankly at the house. "Xiaoxiao, it can't be, can it? Have you married a rich and powerful person?" Wu Pengpeng had heard Bai Xiao say that she was already married, including the matter with Ma Jia. Then, she was pulled over by some unknown person to sign some marriage agreement. However, she did not seem to have told Wu Pengpeng that the person she married was very rich.

"What rich and powerful person?" You don't have to exaggerate, okay. " Bai Xiao asked curiously, "Now that you mention it, I seem to be a rich lady."

"Isn't that so?" Wu Pengpeng sized Bai Xiao up, "However, I don't think it is."

Seeing Wu Pengpeng's funny look, Bai Xiao could not help but laugh. She could not bear to break her, so she continued to chat with her.

"Look, you're not even as rich as the rich lady. Your hands, neck, and ears are all empty. How could there be such a simple rich lady?" Wu Pengpeng mercilessly retorted from the beginning to the end, and her mood seemed to improve a lot.

Seeing Wu Pengpeng's venomous tongue, Bai Xiao's mood should be a little better right now.

"I don't want to be a rich lady. It's better for me to support myself." Bai Xiao smiled as she looked at Wu Pengpeng.

"Wow, this is too luxurious isn't it?" When Wu Pengpeng just entered the house, she could not help but exclaim.

"Zhang Ma, this is my friend. Wu Pengpeng, you can call her Peng Peng. She wants to stay here for two days to help me accompany Ran Ran." As he said that, he remembered that he was going on a business trip tomorrow, and he mentioned this to Zhang Ma, "That's right, Zhang Ma, I am going on a business trip tomorrow, and will probably be back in two or three days. Ran Ran will be troubling you then."

"I know, Young Mistress, don't worry." Zhang Ma nodded and said.

"Miss Peng Peng, please treat this place as your home. Call me whatever it is you need." Zhang Ma said to Wu Pengpeng.

"Okay, thank you Zhang Ma. I've troubled you." Wu Pengpeng politely replied, but her eyes were looking at Bai Xiao, meaning, not bad, there's actually an aunt helping her.

"Godmother, can I show you my room?" Ran Ran pulled Wu Pengpeng and extended an invitation.

"Sure." Wu Pengpeng followed the direction that Ran Ran was pulling, "Are you upstairs?"

"Yes, my room is on the second floor. Mom and dad are on the third." Ran Ran introduced her to Wu Pengpeng happily. When Ran Ran first came to this room, she also searched around for a long time before finally separating the rooms. Not only was there the bedroom, there was also the gym, the family cinema, and what could be called a small library. There were many books hidden in the small study, and Ran Ran liked to go to a corner of the library.

In fact, Bai Xiao and Ran Ran didn't know that in the small library, there weren't any of these Phonetic Repertoire books. It was all moved here by Wen Shaoqing later on, and for this reason, he even processed a portion of the books in his collection.

Wu Pengpeng followed Ran Ran and excitedly looked around the house.

"Mother, come in quickly." Right now, in Ran Ran's room, she warmly waved at Wu Pengpeng, signalling for her to quickly come in. "Look, this is my room."

Wu Pengpeng walked in, "Wow, there are so many children." She saw that the entire room had been decorated in a pink princess style. It was very cute, like a little girl would. There were many children on the bed and on the sofa.

Seeing Wu Pengpeng's shocked expression, Ran Ran could not help but feel a little proud, and took out a doll and gave it to Wu Pengpeng. "Mother, this doll is for you."

Wu Pengpeng patted Ran Ran's head in surprise and said, "Aiyah, we Ran Ran really have emotional intelligence."

"Mother, your eyes are filled with stars, it's written on your face, I want it too, hahahaha … …" Dye smiled happily.

"You found it, is it that obvious? "Hahahaha..." Wu Pengpeng scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Yeah." Ran Ran laughed, "Don't worry, mother, if you like it, you can pick it yourself. When I get to mother's age, I will still like dolls." Ran Ran said in all seriousness.

"Aiya, that mouth of hers really knows how to talk. Mother really loves you, mua ~" Wu Pengpeng was just feeling embarrassed to take it, but this little darling actually knows how to speak.

"These are all bought for me by my new dad. Once, when he was sending me to school, he asked me what I liked and I said I liked dolls the most. Then I came back at night and there were so many of them." Ran Ran proudly introduced her new father to Wu Pengpeng.

"That's good." Wu Pengpeng coordinated with Ran Ran very well as they continued to listen to their chatter.

Bai Xiao was packing up her things downstairs, and when she heard Ran Ran's and Peng Peng's laughter coming from upstairs, she could not help but smile. It seemed that bringing Peng Peng back was the right decision.

… ….