Chapter 824: Delinquent Girl 54

"This is the card number on my mother's side. From now on, you will pay 5,000 yuan every month!"

Yue Zhenhua said, and handed the card to Jiang Xue.

"ah?"

Jiang Xue was slightly taken aback, she still wanted to give money, and then she gave too much money.

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

I only gave her mother 5,000 yuan a month, but now I have to give him-mother 5,000 yuan, so it will cost 10,000 yuan a month.

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

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

Yue Zhenhua frowned slightly, and took a deep look at Jiang Xue.

"No, it's just that five thousand is enough!"

Jiang Xue was expounding this sentence with a heart dripping with blood.

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

When Yue Zhenhua heard her words, the coldness between his brows also disappeared, and he looked at Jiang Xue gently, and thought about it himself.

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

"Um!"

Jiang Xue nodded and said nothing more.

The red light passed, and the car continued on.

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

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

In this way, the relationship between them can also be further divided.

In fact, he was also to blame. After so many years, he couldn't even give birth to a son.

Otherwise, why would that dead old woman drag Yue Qingyu so hard.

But for the sake of a better life in the future, she will not let their relationship go well.

It's better to give the card to yourself, Jiang Xue stretched out her hand and clenched the hard card in her hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

No matter what, a good life belongs to herself and Qinglan.

It was getting late, and the lights of Wanjia were extremely bright.

Zhao Junyan and the others left, and the family returned to tranquility.

The porridge was still gurgling on the gas stove.

Yue Qingyu sat at the dining table, doing homework.

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

Using a cotton cloth, she lifted the cover and gently sniffed the fragrance inside. She nodded in satisfaction.

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

Glancing at the time, it was only past nine o'clock, she took out her notebook again, and looked at the words on Weibo that scolded herself.

But most of them are people who help themselves to speak.

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 criticize herself for this kind of matter again.

"Qing Yu—"

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

"grandmother!"

Yue Qingyu stood up with a smile, and took advantage of the opportunity to close the notebook.

"What did you cook, it's so fragrant!"

Grandma came up to her, stretched out her hand and stroked her head twice.

"It's porridge! I'm going to pack it for grandma!"

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

It was brought to the dining table, one bowl per person.

"It looks delicious!"

Grandma praised, reached out to hold the spoon, and stirred it inside.

"Remember, blow and drink!"

Yue Qingyu gave another warning.

"Understood, little housekeeper!"

While stirring, grandma looked at Yue Qingyu and smiled.