Male God Please Lie Down

"This is the card number on my mother's side. You will pay 5,000 yuan in it every month from now on!"

Yue Zhenhua said, handing the card to Jiang Xue.

"what?"

Jiang Xue was slightly startled, but still wanted to give the money, and then the money was too much.

Although it doesn't show on the surface, Jiang Xue's heart is actually full of contempt for Yue Zhenhua.

I only gave her mother five thousand in a month, and now I have to give him five thousand to her mother. In such a month, it will cost 10,000 yuan.

The previous two thousand were given well, but it was increased by three thousand in an instant.

"What's wrong, you don't want to!?"

Yue Zhenhua frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Xue deeply.

"No, just five thousand is enough!"

Jiang Xue was expounding this sentence with a dripping heart.

In my heart, I prayed again and again, but don't add more money.

When Yue Zhenhua heard her words, the cold between her eyebrows disappeared. He gave Jiang Xue a gentle look, and he also thought about it.

Then he shook his head again, "No need!"

"Ok!"

Jiang Xue nodded and didn't say anything anymore.

The red light passed, and the car moved on.

Jiang Xue looked at the night scene on one side, but her thoughts were flowing.

If you want to make money by yourself, you don’t have to do it yourself!

In this way, the relationship between them can be divided even more.

In fact, I blame myself. After so many years, a son can't be born.

Otherwise, how could that dead old woman pull Yue Qingming so hard.

But for a better life in the future, she won't let their relationship go well.

It's better to give the card to herself, Jiang Xue stretched out her hand and grasped the hard-hard card in her hand, with a smile on her mouth.

In any case, the good life belongs to me and Qinglan.

It is getting late, and the lights of Wanjia are extremely bright.

Zhao Junyan and the others left, and the house was quiet again.

On the gas stove, porridge is still gurgling.

Yue Qingming sat at the dining table, writing homework.

When she finished writing, she stretched her waist and walked to the kitchen again to put out the fire.

Using the cotton cloth, she lifted the lid, and gently smelled the fragrance inside. She nodded in satisfaction.

Wait a minute, grandma gets up and you can eat.

After taking a look at the time, it was just over nine o'clock, and she took out the notebook again and looked at the words on Weibo that cursed herself.

But more of them are people who help themselves.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth. In short, by this Sunday, this matter will be resolved satisfactorily, and no one will be holding this kind of matter and criticizing herself.

"Qing Ming——"

About ten minutes later, grandma walked out of the room.

"grandmother!"

Yue Qingming stood up with a smile, and closed the notebook together.

"What is cooking, so fragrant!"

Grandma walked up to her, reached out and stroked-touched her head twice.

"It's porridge! I'll dress it for grandma!"

Yue Qingming quickly stood up, walked to the kitchen, and filled two bowls with a bowl.

When they arrived at the table, there was one bowl per person.

"It looks delicious!"

Grandma gave a compliment, reached out her hand to hold the spoon, and stirred in it.

"Remember, you have to blow and drink!"

Yue Qingming exhorted again.

"I see, little housekeeper!"

Grandma stirred while watching Yue Qingming smile.