The stepmother control group counterattacked with cubs in the era

Chapter 45 Why are you so fat?
Shen Mingzhu finally remembered what she had overlooked!

In the book she was reading, Zhou Hao was the protagonist, and the perspective and plot revolved around Zhou Hao and the Zhou family. Pei Ziheng, as the villain's tool man, would only appear in specific plots, so the author had no opinion of Pei Ziheng. There are too many words in the background, and Pei Yang doesn't even have a name, he only uses one sentence to mention it.

die young.

In written language, premature death generally refers to young adults between the ages of 20 and 40.

Pei Yang is now 26 years old. Based on the plot in the book, Pei Yang should have died before he was 28 years old.

Because when the book profiles the formation of Pei Ziheng's villain character, it is written like this: Pei Ziheng has been cruelly abused by his vicious stepmother since he was 5 years old.

No matter how stupid the original owner was, he wouldn't dare to abuse his stepson while her husband was still alive.

From this, it can be concluded that Pei Yang died when Pei Ziheng was 5 years old.

Mom, Pei Ziheng is 4 and a half years old this year.

In other words, Pei Yang could live for at most one year.

Frog fun!

Don't be so exciting!

Shen Mingzhu couldn't calm down anymore, she didn't have the heart to cook, she couldn't read the book, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot every day.

She naturally didn't want Pei Yang to die.

But she didn't know when Pei Yang died, nor how he died, so even if she wanted to save Pei Yang, she couldn't find a way.

Living under the same roof, Pei Ziheng naturally noticed Shen Mingzhu's abnormality.

She seemed to have encountered some kind of problem, she was frowning every day, the food was not up to standard, and the mess at home was not cleaned up, and she sighed eight hundred times a day.

"Are you sick?"

Finally on this day, after Shen Mingzhu used sugar as salt to cook vegetables, Pei Ziheng couldn't help asking out his doubts.

Shen Mingzhu looked at him and nodded seriously, "Yes, I have a heart disease, and the heart disease needs to be cured by heart medicine. You can't help me, so don't inquire, huh?"

Pei Ziheng rolled his eyes, and resigned himself to eating the sweet mushroom fried meat in the bowl.

Shen Mingzhu looked at the beautiful appearance of her stepson eating quietly, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ziheng, let me ask you a question."

Pei Ziheng glanced at her, impatient as if you were asking.

"What if, if, I mean, if, your father died, what would you do?"

Pei Ziheng stopped eating, and Hei Lingling's eyes were like two cold sharp blades, stabbing straight at Shen Mingzhu.

Shen Mingzhu didn't want to admit that she was frightened by the eyes of a 4-year-old child.

"Don't be angry, I'm joking with you, don't worry, even if something happens to your father, I won't ignore you, come on, eat some mushrooms, it's sweet and delicious."

Pei Ziheng lowered his eyes and continued to eat, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

This woman, what does she know?
She has been fidgeting these days, is it because she foresaw his father's death?

After a brainstorm, Pei Ziheng decided to wait and see what happened.

After Shen Mingzhu half-jokingly and half-seriously told her stepson about Pei Yang's death, she felt strangely calm.

She wasn't someone who made a fool of herself, since she couldn't stop the plot from going, she simply let it go.

After all, no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

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In a blink of an eye, it is New Year's Day.

After getting up, Shen Mingzhu was pleasantly surprised to find that it was snowing.

This is the third snowfall in Fengcheng this winter.

The first two games were played very small, just like foam particles, they flew away and disappeared.

It was snowing heavily today, and the whole city was covered with a thick layer of white blanket. The snow-covered city was like a city of ice and snow, which was very beautiful.

Shen Mingzhu was a little excited.

She used to live in a coastal tropical city, and it was difficult for her to experience the beauty of the snow up close.

Although the snow is beautiful, it is also really cold, especially Shen Mingzhu, who is used to the tropical climate, loves and fears the winter in the north. She can't wait to wrap herself and Pei Ziheng into bears before going out.

Today, Pei Ziheng's kindergarten has New Year's Day class activities.

After breakfast, Shen Mingzhu took Pei Ziheng out. The snowy road was slippery, and the two of them walked very slowly. When they arrived at the kindergarten, they found that most of the children and parents in the class had arrived.

The small classroom is arranged like a small auditorium, and the walls above and around the head are covered with colored paper and balloons.

The podium is a small stage, and below it is the auditorium. A path in the middle divides the auditorium into left and right arrays. Parents sit on the left and children sit on the right.

Shen Mingzhu and Pei Ziheng were looking for a place to sit when someone called her from the left.

She looked over and stared at the person calling her for a while to recognize it was Shen Baolan.

Not seeing each other for a month, Shen Baolan gained weight like blowing up a balloon, her double chin appeared.

Let Shen Mingzhu call him a good guy.

The fat pigs in the pigsty have never seen grow so fast.

Shen Mingzhu walked in front of Shen Baolan, and sighed impolitely, "Why are you so fat?"

"Ziheng's mother, Zhou Hao's mother has two bodies now, so her appetite is naturally bigger than before."

A mother next to her smiled and explained for Shen Baolan.

On the other hand, Shen Baolan straightened her waist, deliberately showing off her belly, while saying that she likes to eat sour food, and in all likelihood, she is pregnant with a boy. Jealous of my triumphant look.

Shen Mingzhu said congratulations without distraction, but she was thinking in her heart, no wonder the Zhou family took Shen Baolan back home from her natal home non-stop, perhaps because she had a baby in her stomach.

This one with a halo is different.

Gee.

Shen Mingzhu is a little sour, but it's not sour that Shen Baolan is pregnant with a baby, but sour about Shen Baolan's shit luck.

There was still a while before the activity started, and the children were running around in and out of the classroom like little monkeys, while the parents were sitting and chatting and chatting to pass the time.

Chatting and chatting, they asked each other about what talents each baby performed in this event.

This one says my baby sings, that one says my baby recites aloud, talent shows are not limited to forms, the emphasis is on participation, even telling a joke on stage is fine.

While chatting heatedly, Shen Baolan suddenly cue Shen Mingzhu, "What is your son Heng performing?"

The other parents also cast curious glances, and Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but ignore them.

"counting."

"counting?"

"Ah, count from one to hundreds."

Shen Baolan almost stopped laughing, "Oh, I laughed so hard, Mingzhu, I'm not talking about you, you are a stepmother who treats the child well, and you spend all your time at home messing around with this and that, so why not spend more time teaching her?" Children's culture, my Xiaohao, I teach him every night, and now he can not only recite the nine-nine multiplication table, but also do two-digit addition and subtraction."

When the surrounding parents heard this, they praised Shen Baolan enviously for being virtuous, capable, and foresighted, and even praised Zhou Hao, saying that Zhou Hao was smart and would become a great talent in the future.

Shen Baolan was so flattered that she didn't have a tail growing out of her buttocks, otherwise the tail would definitely stick up into the sky.

While Shen Baolan was proud, she did not forget to step on Shen Mingzhu's feet.

"Mingzhu, you really have to learn how to be a mother. It's not enough to feed and clothe your children, and you can't just be indifferent to your children. Your son Heng was so smart before, but now he has been reduced to performing counting." If he goes on like this, it will be difficult for him to be successful in this life."

Shen Mingzhu rolled her eyes almost to the sky, "I don't need you to worry about it, I can't do anything else, I'm the best at making money, at worst I'll support him for the rest of my life, car and house tickets, I'll give him whatever he wants, what does he want? Flowers are what you want."

"Just brag about Bi!"

"I'm blowing right at you."

The two of them fought back and forth, and no one noticed that Pei Ziheng outside the window behind him was staring at Shen Baolan mockingly with those dark eyes that were colder than snow.

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