Yue Zhenhua said and handed the card to Jiang Xue.
"ah?"
Jiang Xue was slightly stunned, but she still wanted to give money, and then she was given too much money.
Although she didn't show it on her face, Jiang Xue was actually full of contempt for Yue Zhenhua in her heart.
He only gave her mother 5,000 yuan a month, and now he had to give his mother 5,000 yuan. In this way, the monthly loss was 10,000 yuan.
The previous two thousand was given well, but in an instant it increased to three thousand.
"What's wrong, you don't want to!?"
Yue Zhenhua frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Xue deeply.
"No, just five thousand is not enough!"
Jiang Xue explained this sentence with a heart dripping with blood.
In my heart, I prayed again and again, but never add more money.
When Yue Zhenhua heard her words, the coldness between his brows disappeared. He looked at Jiang Xue gently and thought about it himself.
Then he shook his head and said, "No need!"
"Um!"
Jiang Xue nodded and said nothing more.
The red light passed and the car continued moving forward.
Jiang Xue looked at the night scene on the side, but her thoughts were flowing.
If you want to pay by yourself, you don’t have to pay by yourself!
In this way, the relationship between them can also be further divided.
In fact, I blame myself for not being able to give birth to a son after so many years.
Otherwise, why would that damn old woman be so stubborn about pulling Yue Qingying
But for the sake of a better life in the future, she will not let their relationship be good.
It would be better to give the card to herself. Jiang Xue reached out and clenched the hard card in her hand, with a smile on her lips.
No matter what, a good life belongs to you and Qinglan.
It is getting late, and the lights of thousands of houses are extremely bright.
Zhao Junyan and the others left, and the family returned to peace.
On the gas stove, porridge was still cooking.
Yue Qingying was sitting at the dining table, writing his homework.
When she was done writing, she stretched, walked to the kitchen again, and put out the fire.
Using cotton cloth, she opened the lid and gently smelled the fragrance inside. She nodded with satisfaction.
Wait a minute, grandma gets up, and you can eat.
After checking the time, it was only about nine o'clock. She took out her notebook again and looked at the words scolding her on Weibo.
But most of them are people who speak for themselves.
There was a smile on her lips. In short, by this Sunday, this matter will be solved satisfactorily, and no one will criticize herself for this kind of thing anymore.
"Qing Ning—"
After about ten minutes, grandma walked out of the room.
"grandmother!"
Yue Qingming stood up with a smile and closed his notebook.
"What are you cooking? It smells so good!"
Grandma walked up to her, stretched out her hand and stroked her head twice.
"It's porridge! I'll pack it for grandma!"
Yue Qingying quickly stood up, walked to the kitchen, and filled two bowls with a bowl.
It was brought to the table, one bowl per person.
"It looks delicious!"
Grandma praised, reached for the spoon, and stirred it inside.
"Remember, blow it before you drink it!"
Yue Qingping warned again.
"I know, little housekeeper!"
While stirring, grandma looked at Yue Qingying and smiled.