Xu Shuhui said coldly on the phone. She has always looked down on this steamed stuffed bun daughter.

Although Jiang suisui is her own, she has lived outside for more than ten years, and Xu Shuhui has never raised herself once.

In Xu Shuhui's eyes, Jiang Sui is contaminated with the rustic atmosphere of the country people.

When Jiang was 14, Xu Shuhui thought that Jiang could study hard with Jiang Xixi and how to be the daughter of a rich family.

But now, when Jiang was 18 years old, Xu Shuhui had no hope for her daughter.

"The Ye family is a rich family in the capital. The young lady of the Ye family, ye Qinghuan, sent an invitation to invite Xi Xi to the banquet she hosted.

Miss Ye probably has a crush on our Jiang family. Xi Xi wants to take you to the banquet.

Sui Sui, you're going to dinner with Xi Xi this time. Don't disgrace our family. "

Xu Shuhui wouldn't say that ye Qinghuan invited Jiang Sui, lest Jiang Sui be proud and don't pay attention to Jiang Xi.

Xu Shuhui asked her again, "you don't have a dress for dinner, do you?

Do you have time tomorrow? Come home and I'll lend you a dirty skirt.

If you don't have time to come, give me your address and I'll find someone to send you a dress. "

Jiang Sui said, "no, I have a dress."

Xu Shuhui raised her voice on the phone:

"Do you know what kind of skirt is called a dress?

To go to the banquet of Ye's daughter, you have to wear a dress of twenty or thirty thousand yuan and a bag of tens of thousands of yuan. "

Jiang Sui's voice was lazy, "I see. I don't have tens of thousands of skirts and tens of thousands of bags.

But I will spend money to buy new ones myself. Don't bother Jiang Xixi to lend me her used clothes and bags. "

Xu Shuhui asked, "where did you get the money to buy tens of thousands of yuan of dresses and bags?"

Jiang Sui thought, "universal records will give me a copyright fee."

In the mobile phone, Xu Shuhui sneered, "if you want to buy a new one by yourself, I won't force you."

Xu Shuhui also felt distressed when she lent Jiang suisui the famous brand dresses and bags she had worn and carried

"I'll send you the address and time of the party later. Years old, don't embarrass our yuan family!"

Xu Shuhui told me again and again on the phone.

Jiang Sui leaned against Huo Linxi's chest and said, "I see."

Before her voice fell, Xu Shuhui hung up the phone.

Jiang suisui looked at the phone screen where she was hung up, and a shadow fell on her eyes.

She pretended not to care and told herself that she was used to the way the yuan family treated her.

Jiang worked hard and pulled the corners of his mouth.

At this time, the man's finger reached out and pinched it on her chin.

"Don't laugh if you don't want to. It's ugly."

Jiang Sui puffed his cheeks and gave Huo Linxi a rude look.

"Do you dislike me?"

The girl raised one eyebrow corner and looked really cute.

The man hissed. He sat on the sofa behind his desk. Behind him was a French window. Through the French window, he could see half of the capital.

Huo Linxi put one hand against the armrest of the seat and the other hand supported his head. His eyes showed a joking smile and looked at Jiang Sui sitting on his leg.

"I dare not abandon it." he softened his voice:

"Every year, no matter how ugly, it's my wife."

Jiang Sui picked up the iPad on the side and opened his cloakroom management system.

She rummaged through the iPad and asked:

"Do I have a dress with a price of tens of thousands of yuan and a banquet bag? Jiang Xixi will take me to Ye Qinghuan's banquet."

Huo Linxi frowned, "are you humiliating your husband?"