Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 71: 7-year-old Wang Meng

Su Hu made indirect remarks, and finally got a general idea of ??what happened to him from the boy's intermittent narration.

The boy's name is Wang Meng. He is seven years old. Two months ago, his hometown was flooded. He, his mother and his sister followed the villagers and migrated to Xuzhou city for food.

On the road, I met a bandit, and my mother and sister were killed by the bandit. He took advantage of the chaos to escape, but unexpectedly met Pai Huazi again, who was stunned and stuffed into the carriage.

Born with supernatural powers since he was a child, he broke the rope and jumped out of the car to escape. However, he had not eaten for two days in the carriage, was cold and hungry, and passed out on the side of the road after running for a long time. Fortunately, he was rescued by Su Hu's family.

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Su Hu probably guessed the tragic situation of the boy, and listened to his narration with his own ears. The tall man couldn't help but shed a few tears of sympathy.

"Son, what's your plan? Do you want to go back to your hometown or stay here?"

Hearing his question, Wang Meng knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Uncle, please take me in. I have strength, can chop firewood, carry water, and do a lot of work."

"What are you doing? Get up."

Su Hu was startled, almost jumped up from the edge of the bed, and quickly bent down to help him up: "Our family doesn't like this, they are all poor people, and they don't pay much attention."

"Thank you uncle."

Wang Meng wiped away his tears, stood up with his strength, and rubbed his hands cautiously.

"Put on your clothes first."

Su Hu pointed to Li Jian's old clothes, and got out of bed: "Uncle, go to the main room to see if dinner is ready."

"Um."

Wang Meng nodded his head vigorously, watched him leave the room anxiously, picked up the clean old clothes, and skillfully changed himself.

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"Sister Yu, what about the baby?"

Su Hu went out of the Westinghouse and called out his youngest daughter from the main room. The father and daughter hid under the eaves and whispered.

"What does dad mean?"

Su Qingluo poked his face like a grown-up, and asked Su Hu's intentions very solemnly.

"Father listens to Sister Yu."

Su Hu habitually believed in his daughter.

"Father likes it, accept him as a son, and let him follow your surname Su."

Su Qingluo made a serious suggestion: "If father doesn't want to have more sons, keep him by his side to raise him, and still let his surname be Wang."

"Or, father can ask him what he thinks. If he wants to keep his surname, father will consider it a good deed and raise him until he becomes an adult at the age of sixteen. At that time, he can stay as he likes."

"Well, yes, it's better to ask him what he thinks."

Su Hu wholeheartedly agreed: "A seven-year-old boy already has his own ideas, so we can't force him."

Su Qingluo smiled with crooked eyebrows, rubbed her little hands and acted coquettishly: "Since Dad has made a decision, Qingluo went back to the house. It's very cold under the eaves."

"That's right, go back to grandma's house, don't freeze."

When Su Hu heard this, his heart ached. He quickly took his little daughter's hand and walked towards the main room.

"Huzi, the meal is ready, it's time to eat."

Li Yong poked his head out of the kitchen and reminded him with a smile.

"Understood, Brother Yong, come here."

Su Hu sent his little daughter back to the main room, then turned around and went to the West Room. After a while, he discussed with the boy and pulled him out of the West Room.

"Father, mother, this is our newly adopted child, Wang Meng."

After entering the main room, he took the boy's hand and introduced his identity to the two old people with a smile.

Su Qingluo's eyes flickered, and he understood in his heart that Wang Meng was unwilling to forget his relatives and give up his surname.

"Come on, good boy, come to grandma."

The old lady was kind-hearted. From Doudou's narration, she had already understood the general idea. When she saw the seven-year-old, dark and thin child, her distressed eyelids were filled with tears.