What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 107 Ruined My "Good Girlfriend" 15
Since Fu Che said that they got together alone, Zhang's mother couldn't say much, and Zhang Ping'en was in a deep entanglement. Should he act coquettishly and follow?

"Ping'en, godmother and mother are leaving, and I'll take you out to eat delicious food next time, huh?" Fu Qiao squatted down, looking at Zhang Ping'en, who was wrinkled and wrinkled because of being entangled.

Zhang Pingen raised his eyes to look at Fu Che, obviously refusing, but Fu Che didn't seem to notice, staring at him intently with a pair of watery apricot eyes, waiting for him to speak.

After waiting for a while, Fu Che's legs felt a little numb, and Zhang Pingen pouted and compromised: "Okay, godmother, remember to take me to eat delicious food next time."

"Oh, your godmother will definitely take you there if she says she will. Don't be so coy, little man, and let your mother go." Mother Zhang stood up at this time and pulled Zhang Ping'en twice with feigned disgust.

"Then let's go first," Fu Kai took Jiang Meijuan's arm and led her in the direction she came and went. After Zheng Nanyang hurriedly said goodbye, he followed them three or four steps away, giving them enough time. space.

"What wronged you today?" Jiang Meijuan, who was beside her, was in a depressed mood and kept a blank face. Rao Fu Qiao knew the truth, but she also asked.

She likes to sprinkle salt on the wound.

Jiang Meijuan's expression was gloomy, and she smiled bleakly at Fu Chen with her makeup off, the bored expression between her thick brows lingering, making her look even older who was already tired from work.

"Did Zhang Jiarui bully you? Tell me, I'll avenge you," Fu Qiao put his hands on her shoulders, and his vivid eyes fell directly into Jiang Meijuan's tired and lifeless eyes, which shocked her a little. , and moved.

"No, how could he bully me?" Jiang Meijuan forced a smile, pulled her hand on her shoulder, wrinkled her nose, missed Fu Qiao's body and walked forward.

The ugliness of the family should not be publicized, no matter how wronged she was, she could not lose face in front of Fu Qiao.Moreover, it was not Zhang Jiarui who bullied her, but her son. If he really told Fu Che, how embarrassing would it be?

Fu Che, who was left behind, shrugged from Zheng Nanyang, who was already behind, and turned his head in Jiang Meijuan's direction, pulling his lips and shaking his head.

He said nothing, and probably wouldn't be able to say anything useful later.

"I know you like shrimps, so you ordered a lot of them today." Fu Shuo held two chopsticks in his hands, knocked them together playfully, and began to play the emotional card with Jiang Meijuan.

Jiang Meijuan was taken aback for a moment at first, then nodded blankly, and began to attack the big bowl of shrimp in front of her.

She has loved shrimp since she was a child, and since city C is not near the sea, lobsters have always been expensive. When she was a child, she often went to the river with Fu Qiao to catch shrimp, which was the river she pushed Fu Qiao into.

"I regret it," Jiang Meijuan was startled as soon as she said this, what happened to her?
How can that be said?

"What's the matter, what do you regret?" Fu Qiao immediately put down his chopsticks, reached out and grabbed her forearm.

The hand holding Jiang Meijuan was slender and tender, and one could tell from a glance that it had been well maintained in recent years.

And herself... Jiang Meijuan involuntarily rubbed the hands holding the chopsticks. The rough skin rubbed like sandpaper. The tactile sensation brought by the slow friction made her feel sore.

"I regret marrying Zhang Jiarui," Jiang Meijuan said, laughing at herself, not sure if she was laughing at the crazy actions she made for Zhang Jiarui back then, or because of her hotheadedness at the moment.

She chose the road by herself, and she regretted it from where she came from.

"Did Zhang Jiarui treat you badly?" Fu Qiao recalled the memories of Zhang Jiarui in his mind, and found that the times when Zhang Jiarui and Jiang Meijuan were in love were really rare, but regrets should not be enough, right?

After all, it takes too much time and energy to maintain a sweet life. Most people in this era are pursuing plainness.

Jiang Meijuan picked up the wine glass next to her and took a big sip, as if to embolden herself, and finally looked at Fu Che with grievances, "He is good to me, very good to me."

"But he treats others better than me. In his heart, his mother's position is higher than mine, Ping En's position is better than mine, and even the stranger he meets for the first time has a higher position than me!"

She was crying while talking, the tears flowed down her face line by line, diluting the few streaks of makeup on her face.

It's not the only good, even if you have it, what's the point?

Hearing this, Fu Qiao felt that something was going on, and immediately winked at Zheng Nanyang, still comforting: "How is it possible, he may just have this temperament, and he just didn't show it."

If Zhang Jiarui's mother boy really showed it, you'll have to suffer.

"You don't understand," Jiang Meijuan drank a few more sips of wine, her cheeks were flushed red, and her speech was a little slurred, "You don't know how much he went too far today!"

"Zhang Ping'en wanted to change his mother today, but he didn't express it at all. Do you think he really wants to change?"

"Hmph, but my old lady won't let him get what he wants. I married him with great difficulty. Even if it's hard for me, I have to grind with him until I die!"

Jiang Meijuan drank while talking, and when the wine in the glass bottomed out, Zheng Nanyang filled it up on the side. After going back and forth like this, the wine in the bottle was unexpectedly reduced by a quarter.

"you're drunk."

"I don't have one," Fu Qiao pretended to grab her and was caught, and Jiang Meijuan dodged her before her hand approached.She pointed to the three shadows of Fu Che, and then talked about Zhang Ping'en.

"Do you know that godson of yours is really not a good guy. He was taught by that dead old woman to be what he is now, and he is so snobbish." Jiang Meijuan spat again, "I advise you, don't be too nice to him. People like him don’t know right from wrong.”

"Right from wrong... hiccup..."

For a while, only Jiang Meijuan was left complaining intermittently in the box.

"what!"

Fu Che thought that Jiang Meijuan was going to stop here and was having a peaceful meal with Zheng Nanyang, but when Jiang Meijuan yelled at her like this, she almost couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qiao just turned his head, and a magnified face appeared in front of his eyes.

Jiang Meijuan hugged her neck, rubbed it again and again, and finally pretended to be obedient, and said delicately: "Shulan, I want to be rich, and I also want to have a place in Ping'en's heart."

As long as Zhang Pingen's heart is captured, is Zhang Jiarui still far away?

"Shulan, help me, help me, I want to be rich, very rich..."

"You think it through," Fu Kai stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Meijuan's head, as if coaxing an ignorant older child.

The person in the neck nodded heavily, and reaffirmed: "I have thought clearly, I want to be rich, and I can do anything else."

Can do anything?

Fu Kai moved his eyes, pushed Jiang Meijuan away, and looked at her smiling brightly: "Okay, I'll help you."

What followed was Jiang Meijuan's unilateral friction with Fu Che.

"You..." Zheng Nanyang looked at Fu Qiao in shock, Fu Qiao smiled and waved to him, asking him to put his ear close to him and whisper something to him.

Jiang Meijuan, who was buried in Fu Shu's arms, didn't hear at all, let alone see the evil smiles on the lips of Fu Shu and Zheng Nanyang.

(End of this chapter)