Pei Yang was forced to collapse by her interruption, "What's wrong again?" Who's coming again??? ”

Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but laugh and pointed to the desk, "I also prepared wine." ”

Pei Yang turned around and was relieved to see the red wine on the table.

Shen Mingzhu pushed him away a bit, walked over and picked up the goblet, and handed him one of the glasses.

"Ding."

Two glasses collide gently in the air.

After drinking, Shen Mingzhu put the empty cup back on the desk, looked at the man with watery apricot eyes and asked, "Do you want to dance?" I ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was pulled into Pei Yang's arms, lowered her head and kissed her petal-like lips fiercely.

After kissing for a while, Pei Yang let go of her slightly, panting and whispering: "If you have the strength to dance, you might as well use it on the bed." ”

After speaking, he never gave Shen Mingzhu a chance to speak and breathe.

A touching melody resounded in the room—

The south wind blew coolly

The nightingale cries in unison

The flowers under the moon are all in a dream

Only that night incense

Fragrant

I love the night

I love this nightingale to sing

I love the flower-like dream even more

Embracing the nightshade

Kissing nightshade

……

Facts have proved that you must not bother to please a wolf who has been hungry for a long time, otherwise the consequence will be to serve the wolf with your body, be dismantled and eaten, and there will be no scum left.

Looking at the soft afterglow of the sky through the mist-like curtain, Shen Mingzhu turned over lazily, changed into a comfortable position and prepared to sleep for a while, but the door was pushed open at this time.

She pretended to be asleep, but the fluttering eyelashes revealed her thoughts.

Pei Yang sat on the edge of the bed, holding her left hand on her side in the palm of her hand, and her deep eyes looked at her delicate face gently.

"When you wake up, get up, and you'll have dinner later."

Shen Mingzhu opened her misty eyes and asked in a lazy voice, "What time is it?" ”

"It's 6 o'clock."

"Where's the son?"

"I'm back, I'm doing my homework in my room."

Noticing that the man's gaze fell directly on him, Shen Mingzhu looked down and found that his chest was covered with dazzling rose red marks.

She glared at the man, pulled up the quilt to cover her chin, and kicked her foot on the man's lap, "You go out first, I'll lie down for a while and then get up." ”

Pei Yang held her bare feet through the thin quilt, pinched it gently, and looked at her with a smile in her deep eyes for a while before getting up and going out.

After the door was closed, Shen Mingzhu sat up from the bed, but the soreness of her waist made her can't help but hiss.

When I got out of bed, my knees went weak and I almost didn't fall.

When he stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at the marks from his neck to his chest, Shen Mingzhu was so angry that he scolded the man in his heart.

I took out a high-necked autumn coat from the closet and put it on, and spread my hair out, barely covering the traces on my body.

Walking out of the room with legs like stepping on cotton, smelling the faint aroma of chicken soup in the air, Shen Mingzhu touched her rumbling stomach and went to the kitchen.

Pei Yang was stir-frying vegetables with an apron, and when she came in, her eyes paused for half a second at the collar of her high-necked autumn coat before she spoke, "It's the last dish, you go and ask Ziheng to wash your hands and eat." ”

"Hmm."

Shen Mingzhu didn't rush out, but opened the lid of the soup can, and when he saw the bright and fragrant black chicken soup stewed inside, he suddenly felt warm in his heart.

has a bit of a conscience, and knows that stewed chicken soup treats her.

Compared to usual, tonight's dinner table was obviously too rich, not only with fish and shrimp, but also with a pot of fragrant angelica black chicken soup.

Pei Yang scooped a bowl of hot chicken soup for Shen Mingzhu, and tore off a chicken leg and put it in her bowl.

Seeing her bowing her head and drinking the soup, Pei Yang's eyebrows were full of satisfaction.

"How's it taste?"

Shen Mingzhu was really hungry, and nodded when she heard this, "It's okay, it's quite fresh." ”

After receiving her compliment, Pei Yang smiled very happily, "I know that you have a picky mouth, the live chicken I specially bought is slaughtered and stewed when I go home, of course it is fresh." ”

Hearing this, Shen Mingzhu was a little surprised, "Where did you buy it?" ”

In this era, the control of people's livelihood products is extremely strict, and private sales of rice, flour, grain, oil, meat and poultry are not allowed, and if you do not pay attention, you will be labeled as speculators.

Meat and poultry like black chickens can only flow into the vegetable market after being slaughtered by the meat factory, and it is good to be able to buy them, and don't even think about buying them alive, unless you go to the countryside to find farmers to buy them.

Pei Yang pointed upstairs, with a hint of pride on his face, "Aunt Zhang on the fifth floor raised a few black chickens on the roof, and I exchanged one with her for fifty catties of food stamps." ”

Fifty catties of grain stamps is about ten yuan, ten yuan for a chicken is not cheap, and the price of buying an ordinary broiler chicken in the vegetable market is between five or six yuan.

However, Aunt Zhang's black chicken is fed with grain and vegetable leaves, and it has been raised for more than half a year, and ten yuan a piece is worth it.

Shen Mingzhu was dressed relatively thickly, and after drinking two sips of soup, his body was a little hot, so he put down the bowl and prepared to cool it before drinking.

When she raised her eyes, she saw her son looking at her with Hei Lingling's eyes, and couldn't help but smile and took the bowl in front of her son, filled half a bowl of soup, and tore off another chicken leg and put it in front of her son with a bowl of soup.

"Eat."

Pei Ziheng lowered his head and took a sip of chicken soup, and then said to Shen Mingzhu: "Mom, tomorrow the school will have a parent-teacher meeting." ”

After asking about the time of the parent-teacher meeting, Shen Mingzhu agreed to come down.

Pei Yang looked at her and then at her son, and said, "Why don't I go, you can rest tomorrow." ”

Shen Mingzhu heard the meaning of his words, and the roots of his ears couldn't help but heat up, "No, I'll just go." ”

Seeing that she insisted, Pei Yang didn't fight with her, but instead helped her peel the shrimp shell.

……

The parent-teacher conference is at 3 p.m.

Shen Mingzhu specially arrived at the school half an hour early, and when she entered the classroom, she found that many parents had arrived, all sitting on their baby's seats, chatting with other parents in front and back.

"Mom."

Seeing her coming, Pei Ziheng happily jumped off the stool and let her sit.

After Shen Mingzhu sat down, he whispered to his son, "I'm not late, am I?" ”

Pei Ziheng shook his head and looked at Shen Mingzhu's dark eyes.

This is the first time he has experienced the feeling of having a parent-teacher conference with his mother, and he is so happy.

……

From the moment Shen Mingzhu stepped into the classroom, many parents were quietly looking at her.

In order not to embarrass his son, Shen Mingzhu specially made a joke, with a burgundy thick stick needle sweater on the upper body, a coffee-colored corduroy long skirt underneath, and small black leather shoes on his feet.

She was already a small skeleton, wearing a loose sweater, and she became more and more petite and exquisite.

Sitting there with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, it looks like a painting.

Although Shen Mingzhu's image amazed the parents, there were also a few parents who knew her details whispered disdainfully-

"My stepmother is here, I heard that she is from the countryside."

"No wonder she doesn't look like she's had a baby, but she has good skin, not like a rural person."

Shen Mingzhu didn't know that she was being talked about, so she chatted with Pei Ziheng while flipping through the first-grade textbook to pass the time.

"You're Pei Ziheng's parent, right?"

Shen Mingzhu raised her head, looked at the well-dressed woman in front of her, and nodded her head.

The other party smiled slightly, "I'm Cui Junyou's mother, I have something to talk to you about alone." ”

Shen Mingzhu looked at his watch, there were still more than ten minutes before three o'clock, so he got up and went outside the classroom with the other party.

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