Yan Zheng was sitting on the sofa, her oppressive eyes glanced at Nan Wenshu, who was already ready to move in her heart, her eyes dark and unclear.

His tone was a little threatening, "Tsk, let me see how much your Rong Yingdi is worth in your heart."

Nan Wenshu was desperate to survive, shook her head like garlic, and waved her hands again and again, "Husband, you are wrong, Rong Cheng is not mine, he belongs to fans, belongs to everyone, and you are mine alone."

"And this money ended up in your daughter's pocket. It's not Rong Cheng who took advantage. Husband, don't wrong a good person."

Even if the tone did not deliberately beg for mercy, a sentence easily made Yan Zheng's heart ripple.

He heard that it made sense, took out his mobile phone and swiped it at Yan Zhixu's receipt code, and transferred the money readily.

Yan Zheng took back the phone, "Axu, bring a signed photo for your mother next time, and consider this money as your pocket money."

"WeChat arrives, 150,000 yuan!"

Hearing the voice of the WeChat system prompting the account to arrive, Yan Zhixu nodded lightly, "Yes."

She picked up the mobile phone placed on the coffee table, glanced at Nan Wenshu with a little playfulness, and then hooked the corner of her lips.

The husband is skilled, the shrewd father was fooled by the silly and sweet mother in two or three times.

Sure enough, it was blinded by the filter of love.

"I went upstairs to rest."

Yan Zhixu picked up the camouflage backpack on the sofa and paced past Yan Zheng.

When passing by, there was a trace of waves in his eyes, and he went upstairs without stopping.

"..."

Aware of her gaze, Yan Zheng felt a little subtle in her heart, her brows furrowed.

He turned his head to look at Nan Wenshu, whose face was full of joy, his brows and eyes were full of joy, and an inexplicable low smile overflowed from his throat.

Get up and walk towards her.

Yan Zheng picked up the man and stepped up to the steps.

"Ah--"

Suddenly being picked up, Nan Wenshu was so frightened that she stretched out her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, with a little coquettish anger, "What are you doing, you scared me to death, you know?"

Yan Zheng raised her eyebrows, "It's my fault for scaring Madam, but my money is not so easy to spend, you have to work hard to pay it back."

Hearing this, Nan Wenshu didn't have to think about the method of repayment.

He said angrily, "No, you paid for this money willingly, what's my business?"

Yan Zheng ignored her noise and carried her to the living floor steadily.

Walking to the door of the room, he kicked the door violently, and locked the door after entering the room.

——

In the evening, half past six.

When Yan Jinxiu came back from school, Wang Ma prepared the food and brought it to the table, and the family sat at the dining table to eat.

After eating the dishes in the bowl, when he raised his head to prepare the dishes, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Nan Wenshu, who was yawning and looked tired.

There was doubt in his eyes, "Mom, are you going to be a thief today? You look exhausted and listless."

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere at the dining table was a little quiet, which made people feel a little uneasy in their hearts.

Nan Wenshu squeezed the chopsticks harder, and said unnaturally, her voice was a little hoarse, "Uh...don't talk nonsense, kid."

Aware that his wife was shy, Yan Zheng looked at the person sitting in front of him, "If you don't want to eat, go upstairs to do your studies. You are already a sophomore in high school. Don't be a fool every day."

? ? ? ?

Why is it so well said that it suddenly gets involved in learning?

Yan Jinxiu was stunned, lowered his head, picked up the white rice in the bowl, and said in a low voice, "It's inexplicable."

I just asked a question, why did I get scratched? He can't even ask aloud if he has doubts in his heart?

Yan Zhixu picked up a few celery and meat with public chopsticks and put them into Yan Jinxiu's bowl, "Little brother, talk less and eat more."