穿成校园文男主的后妈

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It may be that Jiang Jinjin's vision for the future is so good that she, who has almost never dreamed since she wore the book, actually had a particularly beautiful dream.

In her dream, she was sitting on a pile of money, and more than that, the sky was still raining banknotes.

There is also a voice-over that seems to come from the sky--

[Congratulations, Ms. Jiang Jinjin, for bringing up a Lamborghini! 】

[Congratulations to Ms. Jiang Jinjin for the thousandth branch of Youwei Convenience Store Chain! 】

This dream is too beautiful. In the dream, she spins and jumps on the bed of banknotes, seeming to never stop.

Zhou Mingfeng was awakened by a string of laughter after string of laughter.

Sitting up with sleepy eyes, he turned his head to look at Jiang Jinjin, who had rolled the entire bed into a twist like an octopus.

She didn't know what kind of dream she had, and she laughed out loud, as if she was extremely happy, her eyebrows stretched out, even if she didn't open her eyes, she could still be fully aware of her excitement and joy at the moment.

Mature and sophisticated like Zhou Mingfeng, he guessed what she was playing yesterday as soon as she spoke.

As for why he had to agree to her, Zhou Mingfeng was no longer willing to attribute his extra patience to that period of kindness that had already been defined as an exchange.

Maybe he was curious about what she was going to do, or maybe he hadn't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time.

He had a panoramic view of everything and looked at her silently.

Jiang Jinjin was in a very good mood. When he woke up, he saw no one in the house, and he hummed a song with interest, and went to the bathroom like a ballroom dance.

When she went downstairs after a brief refreshing, she met the housekeeper and asked by the way: "Where are the others?"

Steward Yang smiled and said, "Mr. and Young Master have already gone out, madam, what kind of breakfast would you like to have today, Chinese or Western?"

Jiang Jinjin didn't even want to reply directly: "Chinese style."

In fact, her taste is very similar to that of Zhou's father and son.

"Okay." Butler Yang smiled again: "The kitchen has stewed bird's nest porridge. The blood bird's nest is used. Would you like a bowl for your wife?"

After this period of "corrosion", Jiang Jinjin heard about bird's nest and shark fins again, and would no longer breathe faster. She said calmly, "Let's have a bowl."

While Jiang Jinjin was enjoying his breakfast time calmly and slowly, Zhou Mingfeng and Zhou Yan were in the car, but the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Zhou Yan is going to work as a porter in a company under Zhou Mingfeng today.

Regardless of what Zhou Yan said so hard, in fact this was his first time to work, and it was inevitable that he was a little nervous.