Transmigrated As The Stepmother Of The Male Protagonist In A Campus Story

Only Jiang Jinjin and the Zhou father and son were left in the box.

She was still flipping through the menu. The three big boys are all in their puberty period. They have been busy for a day today, and they must have a good appetite. Since Zhou Mingfeng paid the bill, she naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity to squeeze the wool. While turning over, she talked with Zhou Mingfeng on the side, "Can you eat thick abalone?"

She wanted something before Zhou Mingfeng came.

But when she looked at the price, she was confused. It was definitely not something she could afford. She couldn't resist her curiosity and asked the waiter what kind of abalone it was.

The waiter said that this is a top-quality abalone. Originally, this restaurant also served a limited amount of top-notch abalone, but they didn't happen by coincidence. This one was booked early and sold out in the afternoon.

Zhou Mingfeng said warmly: "You can order it."

Jiang Jinjin: "Good!"

Although Zhou Mingfeng would only nod his head and say yes, Jiang Jinjin would seek his opinion before adding any dishes.

After all, it is the boss who pays the bill.

The two were chatting quietly. Jiang Jinjin suddenly realized that there was a protagonist in the box, so he closed the menu, looked at Zhou Yan, and asked, "Zhou Yan, see if you have anything you want to eat. ?"

Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan used their strength to explain that between stepmother and stepson, they can get along like roommates and classmates.

Zhou Yan had no malice towards Jiang Jinjin from beginning to end, nor was he full of hostility towards the stepmother who "snatched" his father away, as others thought.

The reason is probably that he is used to it. He felt uncomfortable when he attended his mother's wedding with someone else for the first time. This kind of feeling was once alive and twice familiar. Before his dad remarried, he had experienced it three times. Can he be unfamiliar?

He did not reject the three stepfathers in the past. Is it true that he treats them differently when he comes to the stepmother?

Zhou Yan replied calmly: "No."

"Hmm." Jiang Jinjin took the menu back again, without raising his head, and asked: "What to drink? Juice or plum soup?"

"Anyone."

"I don't know if the sour plum soup is good or not," Jiang Jinjin seemed to mutter to himself, as if to Zhou Yan, "Why don't you drink the juice? Some apple juice and orange juice?"

Zhou Yan: "Okay."

"What about you?" Jiang Jinjin turned his head to look at Zhou Mingfeng.

Zhou Mingfeng originally listened to the conversation between the two, with a seemingly non-existent smile on his face, but she didn't expect that she suddenly asked him, but caught off guard, the two looked at each other again.

"What?"

"Would you like to drink?" Jiang Jinjin said, "but the wine here doesn't seem to be very good, would you drink it? Red or white?"

Zhou Mingfeng: "..."

He shook his head, "No."

"That's good." Jiang Jinjin has a sense of accomplishment, always feeling that she must have ordered a table of delicious dishes, "Let's do this, ah, I'm hungry."

After a busy day, she didn't eat anything at noon. She was so hungry that her chest had reached her back.

It may be that the air-conditioning in the box is very comfortable, or it may be that the bill this big meal has been taken care of. Jiang Jinjin feels relaxed and said: "I can eat a cow now."

Zhou Mingfeng chuckled lightly.

Zhou Yan looked at the two of them close together, and listened to their occasional small talk, suddenly the thought came out: He should have gone to the bathroom just now.

Although this restaurant is very busy, it is not at all noisy, and there is no one coming and going and disturbing others.

After Yan Zhengfei and Xu Congjian came out, they subconsciously walked toward the bathroom. When they were almost at the door, Yan Zhengfei lowered his voice and said, "Let's go back next time and find an excuse to slip away."

Xu Congjian glanced at him lightly.

Yan Zhengfei was also tall, but standing with Xu Congjian, he was a few centimeters shorter.

Although Xu Congjian didn't say anything, Yan Zhengfei also felt his indifference and the latent words of "too lazy to care about you".

Yan Zhengfei continued his efforts, "You see that they are a family of three, so what is it for the two of us to get in? Or else, when you go in, you will say something is going on at home, and I will find an excuse to slip behind you..."

"After we go out, shall I invite you to dinner?" Yan Zhengfei added.

Xu Congjian glanced at him and couldn't see any expression, "No, she is my boss."

Yan Zhengfei choked.

He didn't know what to say, and when he entered the bathroom, Xu Congjian just stood in front of the sink, leaned slightly, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands slowly.

Yan Zhengfei's persuasion could not be said.

First, he is really unfamiliar with Xu Congjian, the God-learning scumbag. Before today, none of them had spoken.

Second, Xu Congjian seems to be in a different situation from him. Like, he can call Brother Yan's stepmother his aunt, but for Xu Congjian, Brother Yan's stepmother is his boss.

"All right!" Yan Zhengfei reluctantly followed Xu Congjian back to the box.

The restaurant serves food very quickly.

Just as Jiang Jinjin thought, the three boys were all tired and hungry today, but Yan Zhengfei, who had been thinking about leaving just now, was struggling.

She was fine. Maybe it was after a period of hunger, and she ate very fast when she first started using the chopsticks, and soon after she was full, her eating speed also slowed down, and she was still interested in observing the eating of other people on the table.

After watching the three boys on the opposite side one by one, her eyes didn't have time to stop, and Zhou Mingfeng's eyes met hers again.

She only noticed that he barely moved his chopsticks.

"Aren't you hungry?" Jiang Jinjin calmly faced his gaze and asked in confusion.

Zhou Mingfeng was wearing a white shirt, probably because of the hot weather. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his lean arms.

He wore a wrist watch on his left wrist.

Her eyes touched the watch involuntarily, and she couldn't move it away.

Good guy, what is the experience of having a large flat in the city center? She would like to invite him to answer.

Jiang Jinjin doesn't know much about watches. Just before entering the book, she happened to be on annual leave, so she helped her friend collect information about luxury accessories. It happened that her friend was doing a column about watches. Together, they looked up a lot of information on the Internet. Therefore, she was deeply impressed by Zhou Mingfeng's watch.

The watchmaking craftsmen are superb. The function of this watch is extremely complicated, and it is worth eight figures. When she saw it, she also joked with her friends. This is not a watch, but a set of superb flats.

She once again had a new understanding of Zhou Mingfeng's financial resources.

Think about myself again. As his wife, she started a small business of opening a convenience store.

No wonder those wives praised her as "young is energetic"...

Being young is not about being vigorous, but about having to move bricks.

Their husband and wife used their strength to deduce what is huge wealth and what is extreme poverty.

Zhou Mingfeng smiled lightly and said, "I just ate at the dinner."

Jiang Jinjin said.

She watched it again, afraid that she could not help but hate the rich.

Jiang Jinjin ordered a large table of dishes. After the three boys ate their chopsticks, there was still a lot of seafood left. If Jiang Jinjin is really a wealthy man, she would definitely not care, but the point is that she used to be a member of the proletariat working brothers. Thinking about the prices on the menu, she can't do anything about the rest. Turn a blind eye to seafood.

Food cannot be wasted.

Jiang Jinjin blurted out: "Pack it."

Yan Zhengfei felt too sleepy when he was full. If it weren't for the situation, he really wanted to find a sofa to lie down and sleep.

Zhou Mingfeng raised his eyes.

Jiang Jinjin said: "It's a pity to waste, let's do it," she glanced at the three boys again, "Yan Zhengfei, I think you like this abalone, do you want to pack it back for supper?"

Yan Zhengfei waved his hand weakly, "No, I can't eat anymore, I will vomit if I eat."

"All right." Jiang Jinjin looked at Zhou Yan again.

Zhou Yan shook his head.

Jiang Jinjin showed a pity, took inventory of the remaining seafood, and said in a natural tone: "I want to pack this swimming crab to go back to eat at night, by the way, Xu Congjian, can you bring this abalone and lobster back?"

Xu Congjian had a meal.

This meal is the most expensive he has eaten in the past eighteen years.

Although the life of a teenager has always been embarrassing, he also has self-esteem that belongs to this age that cannot be thrown away.

He was eating seafood, thinking in his heart that he would also bring his mother over to eat after work.

Maybe Jiang Jinjin's tone was too natural, maybe it was her words, Xu Congjian, who hadn't wanted to nod, actually hummed.

Jiang Jinjin was satisfied with a book, "Well, waiter, come here with four packing boxes, Xu Congjian, this seafood porridge hasn't moved. We are half of them alone?"

Zhou Mingfeng listened and watched quietly.

He doesn't spend a lot of time with her, but he still sees some of her little habits.

How can people who can't even drink water after eight o'clock in the evening eat supper?

The waiter quickly packed the seafood. The packaging box and the packaging bag were very delicate. Jiang Jinjin handed the bag to Xu Congjian and said with a smile: "Come early tomorrow. Business will definitely not be as good as today, but it should not be bad. Remember to change the big-character poster."

Xu Congjian nodded and reached out to take it.

His fingers are long and clean, and his bones are well defined.

The three boys walked ahead and left the restaurant first. Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Mingfeng were still in the box a few steps behind. The waiter came over to check out, and Jiang Jinjin stood aside and looked at him curiously, wanting to see what the bosses usually use to pay the bill.

Naturally, Zhou Mingfeng did not ignore her curious and exploring gaze.

Open the wallet, take out a card at will and pass it to the waiter.

Jiang Jinjin has good eyesight, and he noticed two black cards in his wallet!

Recognizable from the exposed edge of the card, one should be the legendary American Express black card, and the other should be a black card issued by a domestic bank.

What is the sound of stumbling, it is the sound of tears from the corners of the villain's mouth in her heart.

A native dog like her, let alone two black cards, can have one in this life, that's three hundred and sixty-five days a year, every day he has to change his posture on social networking sites to show off.

She didn't want to watch it anymore.

He shifted his gaze and moved to his hand.

She just watched his watch just now, and only noticed his hand just now in order to divert the hatred of the rich.

From visual observations, Zhou Mingfeng's fingers are longer than Xu Congjian's. Thirty-nine years old and eighteen years old are separated by 21 years. Even though Xu Congjian's life is not easy, he still looks at his hands. But what a twenty-year-old should look like.

Zhou Mingfeng has a shallow scar on his left hand.

She suddenly remembered, then, in the morning, when he was still relatively free, occasionally inadvertently reading the newspaper, he made a small sound when he flipped through the paper with his fingertips.

"Let's go."

Jiang Jinjin heard the deep male voice and raised his head, just in time to see his eyes under his gold glasses.

She was a violent soul, and after she recovered, she asked herself in her heart: Can you really afford this man who has at least two black cards and wears a large flat in his hand!

It must be unattainable.

Jiang Jinjin's heart was throbbing, and she went into a state of being as quiet as a chicken in a second.