Transmigrated as the Stepmother of the Male Protagonist in a Campus Story

On the first day of the National Day Golden Week, Zhou Mingfeng, a model worker, had to go to the company for half a day.

Originally, Jiang Jinjin had planned to take a stroll outside with Zhou Yan, but when she woke up early in the morning, she went downstairs to the dining room and actually saw Zhou Mingfeng, who was supposed to be on the road to overtime, eating breakfast slowly. Zhou Yan has also woke up. She was still very curious, and she asked while pulling the chair away, "Didn't you say that you are going to work for half a day today?"

She no longer envied Zhou Mingfeng.

Zhou Mingfeng looked up at her, "I thought about it. Taking you out to eat at noon is considered a holiday."

Zhou Yan also looked over.

What does it mean.

After all, Jiang Jinjin stayed in bed with him for so long, and immediately understood what he meant, "You mean, let us work overtime with you?"

If not, he should have gone to the company long ago.

Zhou Mingfeng was very pleased. After all, there are some things, he doesn't need to say too clearly, she can understand.

"Um."

Jiang Jinjin looked at Zhou Yan.

The tacit understanding is mutual, not to mention that the father and son Zhou surnamed almost have no tacit understanding, but Jiang Jinjin and both of them have lightened the attributes of their hearts.

Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan looked at each other, and both of them had an idea.

Zhou Yan nodded softly. Jiang Jinjin was in charge of negotiating with Zhou Mingfeng. She said very badly: "It's okay, but this kind of overtime on holidays seems to get triple the salary, right?"

"Yes." Zhou Mingfeng picked up the napkin on the side and wiped his hands. "Do you also want to pay?"

Without waiting for Jiang Jinjin to answer Zhou Yan, he said again: "It's okay, so be it. You always say that I am boring, so let's play something interesting today."

"How is it interesting?"

Zhou Mingfeng replied: "We don't have a group. I will give out red envelopes in the group to try my luck. If you grab more, you have good luck. If you grab less, you can’t have any opinions.”

Jiang Jinjin saw Zhou Yan eagerly to respond, she flew over with one look, and Zhou Yan immediately stopped speaking obediently.

"Yes, you can, but if you only send out two hundred red envelopes..."

Lucky red envelopes are still different from ordinary red envelopes.

Users who have real-named send out lucky red envelopes, and the limit is even 20,000 yuan at a time.

Zhou Mingfeng clicked and took a look, "Then send 20,000?"

The calm and casual tone made Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan excited, and they both geared up.

The eyes looking at each other are much more alert.

Zhou Mingfeng spent a mere 20,000 yuan, shattering their last second of unity and calmness.

At breakfast, because of this small family activity, the atmosphere in the dining room was a lot more active. Zhou Yan was funny like an athlete. He wiped his hands, took a few deep breaths, and entered a state of preparation. Both of them stared at Zhou Mingfeng's fingers, and saw that he was operating on the phone without any haste. A message alert came from the group. The two immediately looked at the phone. As expected, Zhou Mingfeng sent a message among the three groups. A lucky red envelope.

Jiang Jinjin clicked on the red envelope.

Oh, it's eight thousand and six.

Zhou Yan looked at his mobile phone and got 14 thousand. He stood up excitedly and shouted, "Oh!"

He naively took the cellphone and came to Jiang Jinjin and swung it over to show off, "I'm lucky enough, it's fourteen thousand to the account, why is luck so good."

Jiang Jinjin: "...Zhou Mingfeng!"

Zhou Mingfeng immediately calmed down, "Don't be angry, I will send you one separately."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Finally, Zhou Yan followed the two close friends to the garage with an "unhappy" expression on his face.

He rarely went to the Zhou Group, the last time he went to elementary school.

Zhou Mingfeng dragged his family to work overtime. When he devoted himself to work, he had entered a state of selflessness. He had forgotten even himself, so he certainly did not remember Jiang Jinjin and his son. Jiang Jinjin took Zhou Yan to visit this floor after soliciting his opinions.

Today is the first day of Golden Week, and not many employees actually come to the company to work overtime.

Before he knew it, Zhou Yan had already let go of his knots. He did complain that his father didn't care about him before. He also dealt with other porters when he moved goods in Weimei Company. Their children are basically left-behind children. Because they can't make money and have no job opportunities in their hometown, they can only come to the big cities to work hard. The situation of other white-collar workers in the company is not much different. Although the children stay with them, there is no time to accompany the children at the end of the day. An aunt sends a child who is less than three years old to the kindergarten.

Now when he is wandering around in the Zhou Group, he is more and more aware of his dad's hard work in his career.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Jinjin asked when he saw that he was not talking, he came to him curiously.

Zhou Yan was looking up at the glory of the Zhou Group’s achievements over the years explained on the screen. He withdrew his gaze, “I didn’t think about anything. In fact, I’ve been thinking about one question over the past few months, that is, if I’m With Dad, can I do better than him?"

Jiang Jinjin: "Why do you want to compare with him."

Zhou Yan: "I used to blame him."

Jiang Jinjin pretended to sigh deeply, "Understandable."

"Huh." Zhou Yan sighed as he followed suit. "I used to say that I didn't want to be his son."

Jiang Jinjin said: "There are a lot of people lining up to be his children, maybe I will be the first."

Zhou Yan couldn't help it, with a smile in his eyes, "Is it right?"

"Of course." Jiang Jinjin put his hands behind him, "I didn't excuse him, in fact, it's okay for him to do this, for example, if I were your mother..."

Zhou Yan: "...?"

"I put all my thoughts on you, every day I worry about you not eating, not wearing warm clothes, and seeing you more important than myself, and pressing my life on you, will you feel asphyxia?"

Zhou Yan thought about this question, he looked at Jiang Jinjin: "Try it?"

Jiang Jinjin: "What?"

"You can try." Zhou Yan looked thoughtful, "I don't know if I will suffocate, or else, try."

Jiang Jinjin: "You are so beautiful!"

…

The first balance of Golden Week was unremarkable. Zhou Mingfeng took them to lunch after get off work and went home. Jiang Jinjin was actually still thinking about the Xi family. After returning home, she found out the party invitations sent by the wives before. She rummaged over, but couldn't find what she wanted, so she simply waited for Zhou Mingfeng to enter the bedroom. , Dragging his hand and asked: "Has anyone ever sent you that kind of dinner banquet post, it's best to have an intersection with the Xi family?"

Whether it was Jiang Jinjin or Zhou Mingfeng, both knew that the Xi family's affairs were not over yet.

In the face of Mother Xi's dark and extreme hatred for her, this matter will never end.

It's not for them to give in, she can stop.

That being the case, why not turn passive into active?

Of course, Jiang Jinjin is also such a person. The more others hope that she will have a bad life, the more she will have to live a wonderful life.

Didn’t Xi’s mother want to create a gap between the couple? Then she wanted to let the family take a good look, and the couple was incredibly affectionate.

Zhou Mingfeng had a meal.

Jiang Jinjin hurriedly said: "I just can't get angry. Why should she always add trouble to us. Su Siyue was caused by her, and Wang Xiuxiang was also caused by her. Even at the last auction, she must be the same. The means of making."

Fortunately it was her.

If it is the original owner, can she bear it?

Every time, she finally mustered up the courage to start life again, but every time she was not allowed to do so.

Jiang Jinjin felt that Xi's mother's brain circuit could not be understood by normal people. Xi Chengguang's death had nothing to do with the original owner. If Xi's mother was harder, she would have the ability to vent this hatred on the Xi family man. It was the genetic disease inherited from the Xi family man that harmed her and harmed her son, didn't it?

The original owner cannot be blamed for this strangeness.

It can only be said that Xi's mother is just bullying and fearing hardship.

Zhou Mingfeng’s memory is superb, and after a moment of silence, he said: “I received an invitation before, and Dong Jia of Qihong Group will have his 60th birthday. In the past two years, the company has cooperated with Qihong on a project. Jia Dong followed Xi Dong, who has passed away, is an old friend. I think Mrs. Xi will also pass by that day."

Jiang Jinjin mumbled: "What is Mrs. Xi?"

Obviously he is a lunatic.

"Then let's go, can we?" Jiang Jinjin has never been afraid of things. Unless she can divorce Zhou Mingfeng, either quit by herself or cut off her love and isolation from all those who make her happy, Xi's mother will not be satisfied. Otherwise, even if she and Zhou Mingfeng keep a low profile, no matter how much she avoids, Xi's mother will not let it go, and she may not let go of disgusting things again.

She can't wait for someone to fight back at the door, can she?

I'm afraid I'm suffocated to death!

Zhou Mingfeng looked at her and nodded, "Of course."

I didn't want her to know those things before, but now she already knows, why bother to bear it over and over again.

What's more, he has never been afraid of the Xi family.

When Zhou Mingfeng went to take a bath, Jiang Jinjin concentrated on writing the script for himself.

Never hit an unprepared rod. There are too many characters and scripts in her mind that make Xi's unhappy.

Think about it carefully, people like Xi Mu can be regarded as the best villain in a novel or TV series.

Every time she watched a TV series, she saw the protagonist being bullied by the best villain, and she wanted to get into the TV series to find the place for the protagonist.

Abuse is the most anticipated moment in a TV series.

Jiang Jinjin was really excited.

She guessed that Xi's mother was so concerned about the life of the original owner, and there was almost no dead end at 360 degrees. Then, her social account must be able to follow Xi's mother in other ways.

Jiang Jinjin never liked showing affection.

After all, sometimes if you do not control the intensity, it is easy to make the viewer feel uncomfortable.

When she was a student, a classmate used to be like this. When she was in love, every day, yes, every day she showed kissing photos in the circle of friends.

If Jiang Jinjin is allowed to choose, she would rather watch other people share their babies instead of looking at this kind of photos.

She lay on the bed and flipped through her circle of friends. She didn't often post, sometimes it was to promote convenience store activities. Even Zhou Yan had a place in her circle of friends, but she never mentioned Zhou Mingfeng... She started to reflect on herself. Isn't this bad?

After thinking about it, tossing and turning, she finally thought of a good idea.

She sat up, wandered around the room, and finally saw the gold glasses that Zhou Mingfeng had taken off on the cabinet.

She picked it up carefully and put it on herself.

Don't say it, it feels different in an instant.

He seemed to be able to feel his breath. She stepped on the wool carpet with bare feet, and looked left and right curiously, she was surprised: it turned out that this was the world he saw.

Jiang Jinjin came to the dressing table and couldn't help laughing while looking at himself in the mirror.

Is this what she looks like wearing glasses?

Zhou Mingfeng's gold wire glasses were worn by her.

Jiang Jinjinwu admired himself for a while, took out his phone and took a selfie with a good angle. It's natural and clear, and it's the level that passers-by will give a thumbs up when they see it.

She lowered her head, edited the content, posted a circle of friends, and of course brought this photo—

[I have nothing to do, play with Zhou's glasses. This style seems to be pretty good too? 】

Look, look.

This is the highest level of Xiu Enai.

She can play with his glasses, what kind of close the relationship looks like.

While she was studying this photo, Zhou Mingfeng came behind her.

He almost didn't make a sound, and Jiang Jinjin had a big jump, and he wanted to kill him.

Zhou Mingfeng stared at her glasses on the bridge of her nose, his eyes calm.

Only then did Jiang Jinjin come back to his senses, and hurriedly said, "...I just give it a try to see if it's real gold."

"What's the conclusion?"

"I don't know." Jiang Jinjin said with an innocent look, "I haven't had time to take a bite."

Zhou Mingfeng raised his hand, took off the pair of glasses, and put them on her dressing table casually. He still stared at her.

The atmosphere is a bit...

In short, Jiang Jinjin never expected that she was just wearing his glasses, not his white shirt. As for how he reacted so much?

She changed the subject decisively, "Do you have a cleanliness fetish and don't want me to touch your glasses?"

Zhou Mingfeng just stared at her, still not speaking. He suddenly reached out his hand, circled her wrist, and carried her into his arms.

It still belongs to Zhou Mingfeng's tenderness and cherishment. His warm breath fell on her ears, as if with a solemn and cherished mood, he kissed her eyes and nose.

After a strong kiss, Zhou Mingfeng said in a low voice: "Do you think I have a cleanliness addiction."

Apart from himself, Zhou Mingfeng's glasses were only "inflicted" by Jiang.

…

As the world turned around, Jiang Jinjin felt as if she was in the sauna room, and she glanced dimly at the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Probably because of a hint of wind. The dark window curtains flicked, and the soft light of the chandelier set off, making her think of the red candles swaying in ancient times.

A room temperature is soft, and a cup of warm water on the bedside table has ripples of water gradually spreading.