What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 102 Ruined My "Good Girlfriend" 10
The two didn't wait long, and Zhang's mother's meal was ready, and Zhang Jiarui and Jiang Meijuan also went home together.

"You are back, you can prepare to eat," Fu Kai helped Zhang's mother arrange the chopsticks, and greeted the two who had just entered the door.

Seeing Fu Shen's presence, Jiang Meijuan's face darkened a lot. She just responded lightly and went to the room to look for her precious son.

"Son, do you miss your mother?" Jiang Meijuan pulled Zhang Pingen in front of her, reached out and pinched his plump cheeks.

But Zhang Pingen only glanced at her indifferently, and then turned his head to look behind her. Seeing that there was only a piece of air behind Jiang Meijuan, Zhang Pingen immediately stretched out his hand and pushed her away from her restraint.

"Son? Have you thought about it?" Jiang Meijuan squatted beside Zhang Pingen with a smile, and wanted to reach out to grab his little paw.

As soon as she touched Zhang Pingen's skin, Zhang Pingen waved her away, "If you don't buy me something, I don't want to."

Jiang Meijuan frowned, her tone was stern, "Do you want to have anything to do with shopping?"

She faintly sensed something was wrong in her heart, Zhang Pingen was just at an innocent age, how could he say such material things?

Zhang Pingen glanced at her sideways, put his small hands behind his back, raised his chin, and said solemnly: "Grandma said that people should learn to seize opportunities. For those who are good to me and buy things for me, I have to listen to them and agree with them." They're close."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Pingen circled around Jiang Meijuan with a look of disdain, "And you treat me badly and don't buy me things, so I don't want to get close to you. Grandma said, time should be spent on what is worth it." on people."

"What? Tell me again!" Jiang Meijuan stood up, furious. How did her son become like this?

She was about to talk to Zhang Pingen about the principles of being a human being, but she saw that he had already patted his butt, ran out of the room in a hurry, hugged Fu Che and called him godmother affectionately.

The contrast between two completely different attitudes and modes of getting along made Jiang Meijuan feel like her heart was being pulled hard and it hurt so much.

How did her son become like that?Those who didn't know thought that Fu Qiao was his real mother.

Jiang Meijuan felt an inexplicable fear in her heart.

While eating, Zhang Pingen also shot silent and invisible arrows at Jiang Meijuan, hitting her heart one by one.

Zhang's mother stewed chicken at noon, plus the wings and legs, a total of four chicken legs. Jiang Meijuan teased Zhang Ping'en during the meal, "Son, there are four legs in total. How do you divide them?"

She had put behind Zhang Pingen's indifference to her just now, and once again challenged her position in Zhang Pingen's heart.

Zhang Pingen glanced back and forth at the five people on the table except himself, and within 30 seconds, he had already made his own decision.

There were four chicken legs in total, Zhang Pingen gave two to Fu Che, and he and Zheng Nanyang each had one for the remaining two.

"Ping En, what about my dad and me? And grandma," Jiang Meijuan asked him with a smirk.

She originally wanted to use Zhang Ping'en to slap Fu Qi in the face, but who told her to come to Zhang's house every day to brush up her existence?She just wanted Fu Qiao to know that Zhang Ping'en was her son, and she, Fu Qiao, was just a godmother and could never take it away.

It's just that she was mercilessly slapped in the face by Zhang Ping'en.

"There are no more chicken legs. I'll share them with grandma next time." Zhang Pingen nodded, biting his chopsticks and asked his mother, "Grandma, can I keep it for you next time?"

Jiang Meijuan and Zhang Jiarui were not mentioned at all.

Jiang Meijuan hit a wall with Zhang Pingen. She had nowhere to vent her anger. She poked Zhang Jiarui, who was watching the show next to her, and wanted him to cooperate with her in educating Zhang Pingen, but she did not expect that her plan failed again.

Zhang Jiarui didn't talk to her anymore, he didn't even give her a look, but lightly preached to Zhang Ping'en, "Ping'en, next time you have something to eat, you must remember grandma, you know?"

The tone is gentle and honest, not so much preaching, it is better to say that it is asking to discuss.

Mother Zhang waved her hand disapprovingly, "Ping En is still young, it's good to know how to share."

As she spoke, she told Zhang Ping'en: "Ping'en, you don't need to take care of grandma next time. Grandma knows that you have this heart."

The atmosphere at the table was embarrassing, but Zhang Pingen, a child, didn't notice it at all. He nodded innocently, looked at Zhang Jiarui, then at Zhang's mother, and finally said obediently: "Then I will give grandma's share to the godmother next time." , Godmother earns money to buy things for me, it’s so hard."

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Jiang Meijuan was full of doubts, and looked at Fu Qiao's brows with a bit of resentment, how could her son eat inside and outside, who is his real mother?

As for Fu Che, who was treated favorably, she couldn't help but curl her lips, secretly glad that she didn't buy things for nothing in the past two years, Zhang Pingen, that little white-eyed wolf, finally has a little conscience.

She secretly looked at Jiang Meijuan's face from the corner of her eye. Every time Jiang Meijuan looked ugly, her mood rose to a higher level. Even the chicken legs, which she didn't like to eat very much, were all eaten by her.

Jiang Meijuan still had to go to work, so she went out after a hasty lunch, and Zhang Pingen was going to guard the shop again, and she also left home not long after.There were only four people left in the family, so Fu Qiao leaned closer to Zheng Nanyang and whispered to him: "Shall we take Zhang Ping'en out to play today?"

What Zhang Pingen did at noon was so satisfying to her. Zhang's mother taught Zhang Pingen very crookedly, and it was not in vain to instill in her the importance of the elderly taking care of children every day.

Zheng Nanyang looked at her and nodded, put down his chopsticks and said to Zhang Ping'en: "Ping'en, your godmother said to take you to play this afternoon, do you want to go?"

"But I'm going to have dinner and send Ping En to school," Zhang's mother said "ah", with a regretful tone and hesitating in her heart.

They will definitely buy Ping En some good things when they take Ping En out, but Ping En... still needs to study.

Seeing that Zhang's mother didn't agree immediately, Zhang Pingen jumped off the stool, grabbed Zhang's mother's clothes and pulled them again and again, and said coquettishly: "Grandma, just let me go, I want to play."

"But you..."

"Let Ping go. Anyway, he's going home today. There are only a few hours of class in the afternoon. It doesn't matter if he goes or not."

Fu Kai rolled his eyes and started flattering: "Besides, we Ping En are so smart, it doesn't matter if we don't go to class for a day. If we really can't, we can make up today's class tomorrow?"

Zheng Nanyang didn't speak at the side. He is a man at this time, so it's really not easy to interrupt.

"Grandma, grandma..." Zhang Pingen shouted obediently, but Zhang's mother just frowned and didn't agree.In the end, Zhang Pingen seemed to know that there was no room for change. He slowly gave his hand and returned to sit on the bench.

"Auntie, why don't you go with us too," Zhang's mother raised her right eyebrow, her facial muscles raised uncontrollably.

Fu Qiao has been paying attention to Zhang's mother, so what's not clear about her reaction now?She thought for a while, and put out more weight, "It's going to be summer soon, and I know there is a newly opened clothing store, and the skirts in it are really pretty, so should I go and choose a few?"

"Okay," Mother Zhang smiled flatteringly, wiped her hands on the apron, and hurriedly packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

The three people who were left at the table looked at each other and smiled with different meanings.

(End of this chapter)