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

When Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan returned home, it was almost eight o'clock.

The two had just changed their slippers at the hallway, before they had time to walk towards the living room, worrying that the housekeeper Yang from Zhou's house came over and said: "Mrs., Mr., is working in the study room very early today after getting off work."

Jiang Jinjin was stunned for a moment, "...how early?"

Butler Yang raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "It arrived at 6:43."

That's really early.

Many groups have a nine-to-six work system. Driving back from the Zhou Group, it would take more than half an hour to calculate the traffic jam. Therefore, Zhou Mingfeng almost rushed back after work. Jiang Jinjin was also startled secretly, and it has been a while since he came here through the book. This can be regarded as Zhou Mingfeng's first time to get off work. But is there anything he got off work so early?

Jiang Jinjin looked at Zhou Yan subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan was also watching her.

The two looked at each other, Zhou Yan answered first: "It has nothing to do with me."

He still knew this point. He knows that his father cares about him, but from the beginning of his record, the number of times his father got home from get off work on time can be counted with both hands. He doesn't think this one will have anything to do with him.

And he asked himself that he has performed very well recently, and he honestly goes to the company to move goods every day, and he doesn't use any privileges.

Jiang Jinjin heard Zhou Yan's categorical answer, and she thought to herself, if it had nothing to do with Zhou Yan, his son, it would definitely have nothing to do with her.

Let's just let him be especially free today!

Zhou Mingfeng works in the study, and Jiang Jinjin doesn't want to disturb him. There are carpets on the stairs, but Jiang Jinjin deliberately went up to the third floor lightly and parted ways with Zhou Yan on the second floor.

Before Zhou Yan returned to the room, he looked into the study, the door was closed.

He pouted, entered the room, and closed the door.

After nearly an hour, Zhou Mingfeng finally came out of the study and happened to meet Zhou Yan who had brought the yogurt upstairs from downstairs.

Zhou Yan held the yogurt spoon, looked at Zhou Mingfeng, and called "Dad" indistinctly.

Zhou Mingfeng nodded his head, with a calm expression.

The father and son don't communicate much on weekdays. Zhou Yan thought of Jiang Jinjin, who was both opening a shop and working part-time, and suspected that his dad was really stingy, and his eyes were a little subtle for a while.

Zhou Mingfeng glanced at his son, "Something?"

Zhou Yan shook his head, "It's okay."

He couldn't control the affairs between his father and stepmother.

Zhou Mingfeng was fairly stable. Although he noticed something was wrong with his son's eyes, he didn't ask, but went upstairs while guessing.

Jiang Jinjin had already taken a bath comfortably, and was sitting cross-legged on the bed while holding the phone and calculator.

She is so unpromising!

It's impossible to become a strong woman in the new era in this life, right?

Now all the money in her hands adds up to more than 14 million. Except for a small part of the remuneration of being the president of the parent conference and her earnings in the stock market, most of it is given to her by Zhou Mingfeng...Some people are self-reliant and self-reliant. I would never ask for a penny from a rich husband with my palm facing up, and some people, it was her, who said they wanted to be a rich woman, but they were so excited for the more than 10 million that a man gave.

but! Still very happy!

Jiang Jinjin at this moment is like a mouse falling into a rice jar.

With a huge sum of more than ten million, her first idea was to buy a house.

But reluctantly, she and Zhou Mingfeng are now on the same household registration book, which is a family unit. Zhou Mingfeng has a lot of properties under his name, which were basically bought before the purchase restriction policy came out. He took up all the quota for buying a house, and now she can't buy it if she wants to buy it.

unless……

Hey-hey.

The original owner is Yanjing registered permanent residence and has no house under her name. Once she dissolves her marriage with Zhou Mingfeng, then she is eligible to buy a house, but with over 10 million from Zhou Mingfeng, she divorces him and then buys a house... Seems a little unconscionable?

At this stage, divorce is just thinking about it.

She tilted her body, fell on the bed, and buried her head on the pillow—

She really wanted to have a house with her name written on it.

How to deal with the house if I like the house too much. The house is her root and her sense of security.

This was what Zhou Mingfeng saw when he came in. He paced over, stayed in front of the bed, and asked, "What's wrong?"

There was a smile in his tone when he spoke.

Jiang Jinjin held his breath for a while, then got up suddenly, his hair was messy, and his face was a little red.

With an idea, she decided to "be frank and lenient" at this time, and said dullly: "I am doing psychological construction."

"Why?" Zhou Mingfeng asked gently.

Jiang Jinjin sat on the bed and scratched his bangs. "That's right, I got a job." She doesn't like to squeeze toothpaste. You ask and I answer. You don't need Zhou Mingfeng to follow up. A classmate in the Japanese class introduced it as a part-time translator. Then I found out today that the company is called Weimei and I met Zhou Yan. I didn’t know when I joined the job. I even checked it on the Internet. Say the boss is you."

Zhou Mingfeng was silent for a moment, he just stared at her as if to see her inside.

Jiang Jinjin was a little panicked. Because Zhou Mingfeng had never looked at her like this, there was even a sense of scrutiny in his eyes.

"I really do not know……"

If she knew, she would definitely not go.

Zhou Mingfeng retracted his gaze, and his tone became even more gentle, "A Japanese classmate?"

Jiang Jinjin said.

She was a little uncomfortable.

After wearing the book for so long, she noticed Zhou Mingfeng's temptation for the first time.

But what is he testing?

Did she say something wrong? But the original master did sign up for a Japanese class, and he was indeed a classmate with Tang Ya. These are all positive and certain information. What is he testing or doubting?

"I haven't heard you say it before." Zhou Mingfeng returned to his former calmness and gentleness.

It seemed that the pressure he caused Jiang Jinjin was just her illusion.

Jiang Jinjin raised his head and glanced at Zhou Mingfeng, "Maybe I forgot to say it."

Zhou Mingfeng looked down, "Are you free next Wednesday?"

"There should be, why?" Jiang Jinjin still panicked.

Zhou Mingfeng smiled, "It's nothing."

Jiang Jinjin lowered his head, ignoring Zhou Mingfeng's momentary serious and probing eyes, "Yuansheng Group is hosting a charity dinner. If you have time, come with me."

"Oh good." Jiang Jinjin responded.

Zhou Mingfeng noticed that when she heard the words "Yuansheng Group", her body was not tense, with the tone of the answer, the lack of any hesitation in her movements, and other emotions, and the corners of her lips smiled. I changed my words again, "But I am not sure about my itinerary. I'll talk about it then."

"As for your work," Zhou Mingfeng smiled, "It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised. If you want to do it, do it."

Jiang Jinjin thought that this matter was going to be bad, but Zhou Mingfeng unexpectedly let go. She raised her head and looked at him, "Really?"

Zhou Mingfeng laughed, "In your opinion, I am such an arbitrary person? You are not allowed to go out to work?"

Jiang Jinjin replied: "No, I thought you wouldn't want me to work in your company. After all, if someone found out, the impact would not be very good."

"How come." Zhou Mingfeng sat down, a little closer to her, his brows and eyes were modest, "Maybe it was discovered, it will bring different positive effects."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhou Mingfeng was very patient with Jiang Jinjin.

At work, he likes subordinates who can keep up with his own thinking.

A lot of things don't need to be said so much and the other party can understand it, which will save a lot of time.

Zhou Mingfeng was not impatient at all, "You have all gone to work, and they will wonder if they want to work harder."

Jiang Jinjin:? ?

When Zhou Mingfeng was chatting with Jiang Jinjin, Zhou Yan also fell into contemplation and distress over a problem.

That's--what should he call Jiang Jinjin.

He has never called her since she came to this home.

Today Li Ge's words reminded him.

In the future, they are all in the company. He moves goods and she works part-time. He can't cough once every time someone asks him to call her sister, right? If he is not sick, he will cough up. Will people think he has lung disease if he coughs more often?

What should I shout?

mom? He couldn't shout out even if he was killed.

Then call sister? Calling his dad's wife as his sister, he is not afraid that he will have a psychological disorder, and he is afraid that the picture will be too beautiful after his dad finds out.

After thinking about it, after thinking about it for almost an hour, he finally decided on the name-Ms. Jiang.

Ms. Jiang, how great.

Both solemn and in line with seniority.

Zhou Yan took out his mobile phone and changed the remarks in WeChat to "Ms. Jiang".

After solving this problem, Zhou Yan felt relieved, his sleepiness invaded, and he lay down on the big bed and fell asleep.

Although in different rooms, all three of them slept well.

However, some episodes appeared in the middle.

Zhou Mingfeng was awakened once again. He woke up in a daze, leaned over and touched the bed. Sure enough, he touched a hair rope with a pineapple pendant on the hair rope.

He is used to it.

Jiang Jinjin's hair is soft and smooth. She doesn't like the strands of hair on her face and neck when she sleeps, so she ties her hair randomly every night before going to bed. But every time I don't wake up in the morning, this hair rope will slip off. Zhou Mingfeng no longer remembers how many times this was the first time he was awakened.

He was at a loss from the beginning to the habit now. He didn't fully open his eyes. He clenched the hair rope expertly and put it back into his pajamas pocket.

The next morning, Jiang Jinjin still had business to do. He set the alarm clock in advance and got up before eight o'clock. The whole figure seemed to be beaten by several boxers for a night. He came with powerless eyes and apathetic eyes. Going to the bathroom, many people have the ability to brush their teeth with their eyes closed, and she is no exception.

When Zhou Mingfeng came behind her, she hadn't opened her eyes yet.

He reached out and stroked her hair.

The hair was at his fingertips, and he drew it slightly.

Jiang Jinjin opened his eyes. Zhou Mingfeng was much taller than her. She saw him behind her in the mirror and stayed for a while, with toothpaste foam in her mouth, and she really didn't want to talk. I'm afraid that the foam sprayed on the countertop or the mirror will be very dirty, but the doubt in the eyes still perfectly expresses her meaning-why have you not left?

"Leave right away."

Zhou Mingfeng just came back from a run and took a shower again, his whole body refreshed.

He helped her tie her hair, using the hair rope of the pineapple pendant. The expression on his face was too flat, as if it were so common. He didn't even notice Jiang Jinjin, how ambiguous and intimate it was. move.

"I am leaving."

The electric toothbrush in Jiang Jinjin's hand was still making a sound like an electric current, very quiet.

She nodded.

Zhou Mingfeng turned around, bowed his head and buttoned his shirt cufflinks casually.