The stepmother control group counterattacked with cubs in the era

Pei Yang was almost collapsed by her interruption, "What happened again? Who is here again???"

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

Pei Yang turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the red wine on the table.

Shen Mingzhu pushed him away, walked over, picked up the goblet, and handed one of the glasses to his hand.

"Ding."

The two glasses collided gently in the air.

After drinking, Shen Mingzhu put the empty cup back on the desk, blinked at the man with watery almond eyes and asked, "Would you like to dance? I..."

Before she could finish her words, Pei Yang pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her petal-like lips fiercely.

After kissing for a while, Pei Yang let go of her slightly and said hoarsely, "If you have the energy to dance, you might as well do it in bed."

After saying that, Shen Mingzhu was never given a chance to speak or breathe.

The moving melody sounded in the room——

那 南风 吹来 清凉

The nightingales sing together

月 下 的 都 入梦
只 有 那 来 香
吐露 着 芬芳
我 爱 这 色 茫茫

也 爱 这 莺 歌唱

更 爱 那 花 的 梦

拥抱 着 夜来 香

吻 着夜 来 香

……

Facts have proved that you should never try to please a wolf that has been hungry for a long time, otherwise the result will be that you will serve the wolf with your body and be eaten into the belly, leaving not even the dregs left.

Looking at the soft afterglow on the horizon through the misty window screen, Shen Mingzhu lazily turned over and changed into a comfortable position to sleep for a while, but the door was pushed open at this moment.

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

Pei Yang sat on the edge of the bed, holding her left hand on the side in his hand, looking at her beautiful face tenderly with his deep eyes.

"Get up when you wake up. We'll have dinner later."

Shen Mingzhu opened her foggy eyes and asked in a lazy voice: "What time is it?"

"It's four o'clock."

"Where's the son?"

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

Noticing that the man's eyes were fixed on her, Shen Mingzhu looked down and found that her chest was covered with dazzling rose red marks.

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

Pei Yang held her ankle through the thin quilt and squeezed it gently. He looked at her with a smile in his 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 and weakness in her waist made her hiss uncontrollably.

When I got out of bed, my knees were weak and I almost fell down.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror, looking at the marks from neck to chest, Shen Mingzhu was so angry that she scolded the man in her heart.

He took out a high-collared autumn coat from the closet and put it on, and spread his hair to cover up the traces on his body.

Walking out of the room with cotton-like legs, Shen Mingzhu smelled the faint aroma of chicken soup in the air, and went to the kitchen while feeling her growling stomach.

Pei Yang was cooking with his apron tied on. When he saw her come in, his eyes paused for half a second on the collar of her high-collared autumn coat before he said, "It's the last dish. Go tell Ziheng to wash his hands and eat."

"Ah."

Shen Mingzhu did not rush out, but opened the lid of the soup can. When she saw the bright and fragrant black-bone chicken soup inside, she suddenly felt warm in her heart.

She still has some conscience and knows how to reward her with chicken soup.

Compared with usual, tonight's dinner table is obviously too sumptuous. There are not only fish and shrimps, but also a pot of aromatic angelica and black-bone chicken soup.

Pei Yang scooped up a bowl of hot chicken soup for Shen Mingzhu, and tore off a chicken leg and put it in her bowl.Seeing her lowering her head to drink the soup, Pei Yang's eyebrows were full of satisfaction.

"what about the taste?"

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

After receiving her praise, Pei Yang smiled particularly happily, "I know you are picky, so I bought a live chicken specially and killed it and stewed it when I got home. Of course it is fresh."

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

In this era, the control over people's daily necessities was extremely strict. Private sales of rice, flour, grains, oils, and meat and poultry were not allowed. If you were not careful, you would be labeled as a speculator.

Meat poultry such as black-bone chickens are all slaughtered by meat factories before they can be sold into the vegetable market. It’s good to buy them, but you don’t even think about buying them alive unless you go to the countryside to buy them from farmers.

Pei Yang pointed upstairs, with a hint of amusement on his face, "Aunt Zhang on the fifth floor raised some black-bone chickens on the roof. I traded her fifty kilograms of food stamps for one."

Fifty catties of food stamps are equal to about ten yuan, and ten yuan for a chicken is not cheap. The price of an ordinary broiler chicken in the vegetable market is between five and six yuan.

However, Aunt Zhang’s black-bone chickens are fed with grains and vegetable leaves and have been raised for more than half a year. The ten yuan per chicken is considered a good value.

Shen Mingzhu was wearing thicker clothes and felt a little hot after taking two sips of the soup, so she put down the bowl to let it cool down before drinking.

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

"Eat."

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

After asking about the time of the parent meeting, Shen Mingzhu agreed.

Pei Yang looked at her and then at his son and said, "How about I go and you can have some rest tomorrow."

Shen Mingzhu heard what he meant, and her ears couldn't help but heat up, "No, I'll just go."

Seeing her persistence, Pei Yang stopped arguing with her and instead helped her peel the shrimp shells.

……

The parent-teacher conference will be at [-]pm.

Shen Mingzhu specially arrived at school half an hour early. When she entered the classroom, she found that many parents had already arrived. They were all sitting on their children's seats, chatting with other parents around them.

"Mother."

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

After Shen Mingzhu sat down, she whispered to her 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. 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 her son, Shen Mingzhu dressed up specially. She wore a thick wine red sweater on her upper body, a brown corduroy dress underneath, and small black leather shoes on her feet.

She already has a small frame, and wearing a loose sweater makes her look even more petite and exquisite.

Sitting there with picturesque eyebrows, it was as beautiful as a painting.

Although Shen Mingzhu's image shocked many parents, there were also a few parents who knew her details who whispered disdainfully——

"The stepmother is here. I heard she is from the countryside."

"No wonder she doesn't look like she has given birth, but her skin is pretty good and she doesn't look like a rural person."

Shen Mingzhu didn't know that she was being discussed. She was reading the first-grade textbook and chatting with Pei Ziheng to pass the time.

"Are you Pei Ziheng's parent?"

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

The other party smiled slightly and said, "I am Cui Junyou's mother. I have something to talk to you alone."

Shen Mingzhu looked at her watch. There were still more than ten minutes until three o'clock, then she got up and followed the other party outside the classroom.

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