Wang Peng left the airport carrying his daughter, where James Bond's six cars had been waiting for a long time.

"Sister-in-law!" Wang Xia rushed to Li Mengjiao's side as if she had seen a savior, opened her arms and hugged her tightly, "Sister-in-law, I missed you so much."

"Okay." Li Mengjiao patted her shoulder and said, "You guys go back, your brother and I are going back to our hometown."

"Sister-in-law, I'm going too. It's been so long since I've been back to my hometown," Wang Xia said eagerly.

Other James Bond employees could only envy her. Wang Xia was the boss's sister-in-law and was second only to the boss in James Bond. They couldn't even dream of such a position.

"No regrets, look what your aunt bought for you." Wang Xia took out a Donald Duck doll from the car.

Wang Buhui immediately turned her head away, clearly disliking these unfunny dolls.

Wang Xia was immediately embarrassed, and handed the doll back to Wang Peng, saying, "Brother, you give this to Bu Hui."

“If you want to go back to your hometown, go back by yourself. Don’t come with me.” Wang Peng opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat with his daughter in his arms.

There were six Audi A6s at the scene, but only his Alto. Although they both have the same surname, there is still a big difference between them.

Wang Xia said, feeling wronged, "Sister-in-law, my brother still doesn't want to forgive me. Please put in a good word for me..."

"Go back." Li Mengjiao patted her shoulder and whispered, "The only reason I let you stay in James Bond's office is that he doesn't dislike you."

“Wang Xia, when she starts to hate you, I will not hesitate to kick you out, understand?” Li Mengjiao added.

Wang Xia was immediately terrified and could barely speak.

"Don't buy anything for Bu Hui anymore, she doesn't like it." Li Mengjiao returned the doll to her and got into the driver's seat of the Alto car.

Three Audis led the way, one Alto was in the middle, and three Audis brought up the rear.

The convoy drove down the street, attracting 100% attention. Passersby were dumbfounded, wondering when Alto had become so prestigious.

Wang Buhui lay in her father's arms playing with sunflowers. She had a temperament like Li Mengjiao and was a quiet little girl.

"Mengjiao, I have a question for you..."

"Pengpeng, please call me wife."

"Honey, I have a question. Wang Song has hepatitis C, and those three won't pay his medical bills, but Wang Song hasn't asked me for money..."

“Give him money for treatment,” Li Mengjiao said. “You can hate him, you can never see him again, but you can’t ignore his life or death.”

Hearing this, Wang Peng smiled slightly. Since both of his beloved women said so, he would send him the medical expenses.

Li Mengjiao added, "We're taking the train back to our hometown. It's been a long time since I've taken the train from my hometown."

"Okay." Wang Peng nodded, feeling that this woman was up to no good.

He doesn't mind taking the train, as it saves driving time and allows him to spend more time with his daughter.

The convoy arrived at James Bond's headquarters. Li Mengjiao convened a meeting with the management team, arranged the relevant work, and then left with her travel bag.

The bodyguards took them to the train station and bought three tickets to Ping'an County.

Soon, they boarded the train to Ping'an County.

His daughter was already asleep, and Wang Peng took great care of her, afraid that she might not be comfortable. As a result, he ended up sweating profusely.

Across from me sat a mother and daughter. The mother was around thirty years old, and the daughter was around two years old, sitting on her mother's lap reading a storybook.

At this moment, Li Mengjiao took out a plastic document board from her bag, with white paper clipped to the board.

She took a pencil out of her bag and started drawing on the white paper.

Wang Peng was completely dumbfounded. The Li Mengjiao of the past had no artistic talent; she could draw an egg as a potato and a tiger as a cat.

At this moment, Li Mengjiao's pen moved with divine inspiration, and countless lines leaped onto the paper.

Putting everything else aside, her confident and self-assured demeanor is already on par with Li Mingzhu's.

She drew a quick sketch, finishing it in about forty minutes. It depicted the mother and daughter across the street.

Li Mengjiao wrote on the painting: "Wishing Mom to become more and more beautiful, and wishing my daughter a healthy growth."

"Big sister, this is for you." Li Mengjiao handed the painting to her.

"Ah!" the woman exclaimed, staring intently at the painting of herself and her daughter.

"Mommy, this is you, this is me." The little girl beamed as she pointed at the people in the painting.

The most touching thing is the care from strangers.

The young mother's eyes welled up with tears. She had taken her daughter to the provincial capital for medical treatment because her daughter kept getting unexplained low-grade fevers.

Injections and medications were ineffective; she visited many hospitals in many places, but various treatments were all unsuccessful, and she felt terrible all the time.

Receiving a blessing from a stranger at this moment warms my heart, and I whisper, "Thank you, comrade, thank you."

Seeing that she was about to cry, Wang Peng quickly said, "Don't get upset, things will get better."

"Yes." The woman nodded, took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and said, "This painting gave me hope. Are you the painter?"

Li Mengjiao shook her head, "I'm an amateur painting enthusiast."

“You paint better than the painter,” the woman said. “I can’t understand the painter’s paintings, but I can understand yours. Thank you.”

Li Mengjiao chuckled softly and said gently, "I also thank you for your compliment."

The train made an unscheduled stop, and the mother and daughter packed their luggage, got off the train, and waved goodbye to Li Mengjiao.

Wang Peng watched their retreating figures and gently shook his head. "They must be there for medical treatment. I saw needle marks on the girl's hand."

“Husband,” Li Mengjiao stared at Wang Peng, “What Li Mingzhu can do, I can do too; what she can’t do, I can also do.”

Wang Peng suddenly felt a headache coming on. Was this an ultimatum?

So she brought her daughter back to China to steal a man?

"Honey, I won't snatch it, I'll just wait," Li Mengjiao whispered. "I'll wait for you to come home, and I won't regret waiting for Dad to come back."

This was a real threat. Wang Peng hurriedly turned his head to look out the window, not daring to look Li Mengjiao in the eye.

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