Shen Mingzhu couldn't help laughing and pointed to the desk, "I also prepared some 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 a little, walked over, picked up the wine glasses, and handed one of them to him.

"bite."

The two glasses clinked gently in mid-air.

After finishing the drink, Shen Mingzhu put the empty cup back on the desk, blinked her watery almond eyes and looked at the man and asked, "Do you want to dance? I..."

Before she could finish her words, Pei Yang pulled her into his arms, bent down and kissed her delicate lips like petals.

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

After saying this, he didn't give Shen Mingzhu a chance to speak or breathe.

A moving melody sounded in the room——

The south wind brings coolness

The nightingales sing in unison

All the flowers under the moon are in dreams. Only the tuberose exudes its fragrance. I love this vast night.

I also love the singing of this nightingale

I love the flower-like dream more

Embracing Tuberose

Kissing Tuberose

…

Facts have proved that you should never spend time trying to please a wolf that has been hungry for a long time, otherwise the consequence will be that you will serve the wolf and be eaten up, leaving nothing behind.

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

She pretended to be asleep and didn't move, but her fluttering eyelashes revealed her little thoughts.

Pei Yang sat on the edge of the bed, holding her left hand in his palm, his deep eyes gazing gently at her pretty face.

"Get up when you wake up. Dinner will be served soon."

Shen Mingzhu opened her misty eyes and asked lazily, "What time is it?"

"It's six o'clock."

"Where's your son?"

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

Noticing the man's gaze fixed on her, Shen Mingzhu looked down and discovered that her chest was covered with glaring rose-red marks.

She glared at the man, pulled up the quilt to cover her chin, and kicked the man's leg with her foot, "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 long time before he got up and left.

After the door was closed, Shen Mingzhu sat up from the bed. However, the soreness and weakness in her waist made her hiss involuntarily.

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

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

She took out a high-necked autumn sweater from the closet and put it on, and let her hair down, and only then was she able to cover up the marks on her body.

Shen Mingzhu walked out of the room with legs that felt like they were walking on cotton, smelling the faint aroma of chicken soup in the air. She touched her rumbling stomach and went to the kitchen.

Pei Yang was cooking with an apron on. When he saw her come in, his eyes paused for half a second at the collar of her high-necked autumn shirt before he spoke, "This is the last dish. Go and ask Ziheng to wash his hands and eat."

"Um."

Shen Mingzhu did not rush out, but opened the lid of the soup pot. Seeing the bright and fragrant black chicken soup inside, she suddenly felt warm in her heart.

I still have some conscience and know how to stew chicken soup for her as a reward.

Compared with usual, tonight's dinner table was obviously too sumptuous. There were not only fish and shrimps, but also a pot of fragrant angelica and 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.

“How does it taste?”

Shen Mingzhu was really hungry. She nodded and said, "It's not bad. It's quite fresh."

Pei Yang smiled especially happily after receiving her compliment. "I know you are picky, so I bought a live chicken specially and killed and stewed it right after returning 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 daily necessities is extremely strict. Private sales of rice, flour, grain, oil, meat and poultry are not allowed. If you are not careful, you will be accused of speculation.

Meat poultry such as black chickens are only sold in the vegetable market after being slaughtered in meat processing plants. It is good enough to be able to buy them, and 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 satisfaction on his face, "Auntie Zhang on the fifth floor raised a few black chickens on the roof. I traded her 50 kilograms of food coupons for one."

Fifty kilograms of food coupons are equivalent to approximately 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 chickens are fed with grains and vegetable leaves, and have been raised for more than half a year. Ten yuan per chicken is considered good value for money.

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

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

"Eat it."

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

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

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

Shen Mingzhu heard the hidden meaning in his words, and her ears couldn't help but feel hot, "No need, I'll go."

Seeing that she insisted, Pei Yang stopped arguing with her and started helping her peel the shrimp shells.

…

The parents' meeting is at 3pm.

Shen Mingzhu arrived at school half an hour early on purpose. When she entered the classroom, she found that many parents had already arrived. They were all sitting in their children's seats and chatting with other parents in front, behind, and 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, "Am I not late?"

Pei Ziheng shook his head, looking at Shen Mingzhu's sparkling dark eyes.

This was the first time he experienced the feeling of having his mother attend a parent-teacher meeting. He felt so happy.

…

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

In order not to embarrass her son, Shen Mingzhu dressed up specially, wearing a burgundy thick-knit sweater on the upper body, a brown corduroy skirt on the lower body, and black leather shoes on her feet.

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

Sitting there with such beautiful features, she looks just like a painting.

Although Shen Mingzhu's image amazed many parents, there were also a few parents who knew her background and whispered disdainfully:

"My stepmother. I heard she came from the countryside."

"No wonder she doesn't look like she's had a baby. But her skin is pretty good, she doesn't look like a country girl."

Shen Mingzhu had no idea that she was being talked about. She was flipping through her first-grade textbooks 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 slightly.

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

Shen Mingzhu looked at her watch and saw that there were still more than ten minutes until three o'clock, so she got up and went out of the classroom with the other party.

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