Chapter 617

He said and took out the two silk scarves packed in the bag.

Seeing this, Zhang Bo came forward and took the box and handed it to the old lady and Mrs. Mo one by one.

"Oh, Mianmian bought us a present." Before the old lady had seen what was in the box, she happily took it, looking very happy.

When Zhang Bo handed the box to her, Mrs. Mo glanced down. After seeing the logo on the box, she guessed what was in it.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed through her eyes, and she reached for the box. She didn't even have the interest to open it, so she threw the box aside.

On the other side.

The old lady opened the box, and when she saw the silk scarf inside, she took it out happily and said, "is this silk scarf Mianmian picked for me? It's beautiful. My granddaughter-in-law has a good eye. Grandma likes this gift very much. "

It can be seen that the old lady is really happy and really likes the gift she gives.

Joe couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the old lady didn't think that the gift she gave was expensive enough.

But when she saw the other side and saw that Mrs. Mo's box had not been removed, she threw the box directly on the sofa. Her mood was affected a little.

She knew Mrs. Moore didn't like her.

The first time I came to Mohism, I knew.

She also told herself not to care too much. It's enough to have an old lady like her and moyesi like her.

Besides, she doesn't live with Mrs. mo.

Whether Mrs. Mo likes her or not has little influence on her.

But if she doesn't care at all, she still can't do it.

Mrs. Mo is the mother of Mo Yesi.

If you can, Qiao Mianmian still wants to get her approval.

The blessing of the elders is also crucial to a relationship.

Mo Yesi saw the loss in her eyes, followed her eyes to see the box that Mrs. Mo left aside. After a few seconds of silence, he released her hand and went to pick up the box.

Then, in Mrs. Mo's surprised eyes, he handed the box to her: "Mom, open it, too. It took Mianmian a long time to pick it up. "

Mrs. Mo looked down at the box in front of her, pursed her lips, and frowned.

I didn't reach for it right away.

Her voice light way: "put it, I later dismantle."

Mo Yesi Goukou lips, still holding the posture of handing the box to her: "grandma has all been removed, you can do it now. Mianmian has been worried that you won't like the gift she chose. You can open it now and give her a reply so that she can feel at ease. "

Mrs. Mo pursed her lips more tightly, and a trace of anger flashed through her eyes.

"Wenpei." The old lady put the scarves back in the box and asked the servant to take them to her room and put them away.

She turned her head and saw that Mrs. Mo was motionless. Her brow was wrinkled and she was discontented. "It's all in front of you. Don't you take it? How long do you want asnah? Just take it apart. It's not a matter of much effort. "

Mrs. Mo didn't want to take it.

I don't want to take it apart.

A few tens of thousands of silk scarves, she did not pay attention at all.

Besides, the scarves were from people she didn't like.

She has no desire to tear it down.

But the old lady opened her mouth. She never dared to listen to her.

Obedience to the old lady has become a habit.

Though unwilling, she reached for it and opened it in public.