Chapter 1959: Truly Enjoying the Love of My Parents

Peng Huimin suppressed her palpitations and reached out to touch Peng Hanxi's forehead, "Are you sick?"

Peng Hanxi, who had been attacked by Peng Huimin at noon, jumped up like a cat when she touched him.

Her handsome face was flushed, and he said nervously, "I'm fine. I'm starving. I'm going to eat."

Obviously, Peng Hanxi is not used to Peng Huimin's approach.

How much estrangement must there be between mother and daughter to create the current situation?

Even the intimate chat between Gu Wenfeng and Peng Hanxi just now was something Peng Huimin envied.

Peng Hanxi did not comment on her contribution to this family, but Peng Huimin could also feel that there was always an invisible veil between this child and this family, completely isolating them from her heart.

Maybe it has something to do with her identity and the environment she grew up in!

Now Peng Huimin can only think about things in this way.

It was rare that Gu Yuanxi was not at home, so Peng Hanxi could finally enjoy the love of her parents.

Peng Huimin and Gu Wenfeng, who had known Peng Hanxi's appetite for a long time, were still shocked. Only Mrs. Liu looked at Peng Hanxi who was eating voraciously with a loving face.

After dinner, Gu Wenfeng was asked out, and Peng Hanxi also found an excuse to return to her room.

But she didn't expect that less than 20 minutes later, Peng Huimin came over.

"Xiaoxi, this is honey grapefruit tea. You just ate so much, and mom is worried that you have indigestion."

Peng Huimin personally held a tray, and the yellow-orange liquid in the exquisite white porcelain cup on it was emitting a sweet fragrance.

"Thank you, mom." Peng Hanxi responded, and closed the notebook that had been half-checked without leaving a trace.

Peng Huimin did not express dissatisfaction with her cautious actions.

After all, her child has so many things to do every day, and the things she handles are even related to tens of billions of assets. It is understandable that Peng Hanxi doesn't let her see it.

But Peng Huimin didn't plan to leave, and Peng Hanxi couldn't chase her away, after all, she was her mother.

"Mom, sit down." Peng Hanxi likes freedom. Sometimes she doesn't work at her desk, just like now, holding a notebook and sitting comfortably by the bay window, feeling comfortable and at ease.

Peng Huimin smiled faintly and sat down in front of her, looking at Peng Hanxi who was looking at a thick stack of documents seriously.

"Are you so busy every day?" Peng Huimin wanted to try to understand her child so that she wouldn't be so distant with her.

Peng Hanxi, wearing black-framed glasses, kept looking at the documents in her hand, and took a sip of the honey grapefruit tea that Peng Huimin had made for her with her other hand, and said without raising her eyes: "I'm used to it."

She gets up on time at 5:40 every morning, jogs for an hour, takes a shower and eats breakfast, and then goes to Peng's headquarters to work seriously until 6 o'clock in the evening.

But usually, employees get off work at 6 o'clock, but Peng Hanxi is the last one to leave Peng's.

If there is an important project about to start, Peng Hanxi's time to get up and go home can only be advanced and extended.

Listening to Peng Hanxi's calm words, Peng Huimin's heart was stirred up by a storm.

Peng Hanxi is only 19 years old today, but she has already gotten used to such heavy work. She has so much life left. Does she have to live under such high pressure?