C75 A dollar for a wedding gift

Song Jiayin listened to his stepmother's choosy words, and looked at his stepmother, and then looked at Gong Yichen.

There was no expression on Gong Yichen's face. Actually, Song Jiayin was a little afraid that Gong Yichen would turn hostile towards her stepmother or something like that, but seeing Gong Yichen's amiable face, she felt at ease.

Song Jiayin listened by the side. After all, she could not say anything about her stepmother.

Finally, Wang Meifang stopped talking. She reached out her slender and fair hands to grab the handle of the coffee cup and took a sip. Then, she said to Song Jiayin: "The coffee in this house tastes pretty good."

Song Jiayin nodded, she lowered her head and did not say another word. As the three of them sat like this, Song Jiayin felt that the temperature seemed to be decreasing bit by bit.

Suddenly, Wang Meifang put down the cup and said to Gong Yichen: "Since you like our Jia Yin, if you were to marry her, how much money would you take out for the betrothal gift?"

When Song Jiayin suddenly heard this, she almost vomited the coffee she just drank.

Song Jiayin immediately put down her coffee cup, and gently pulled at the corner of Wang Meifang's clothes. Wang Meifang did not care about her, her gaze was only on Gong Yichen's face.

The corner of Gong Yichen's mouth hooked up into a mysterious smile, and he asked: "Then, auntie, how many gifts do you think are appropriate?" Wang Meifang stretched out four of her fingers: "At least this number."

Gong Yichen found it very funny and put his hands into his pockets, but Wang Meifang still watched every single movement of his.

Finally, Gong Yichen took out a dollar bill and placed it on the table. Wang Meifang was shocked, and became even more unsatisfied with his future son-in-law.

She used all her strength to give Gong Yichen a meaningful glance. Not only did Gong Yichen ignore her, he even let Wang Meifang see it.

Wang Meifang glared at her: What are you doing, what are you doing? Song Jiayin pretended to be wronged and said to Wang Meifang: "Mom, just treat it as my eye pain."

Wang Meifang looked at the dollar on the table and Gong Yichen's expressionless face. She was extremely anxious, so she asked Gong Yichen: "A dollar's worth of betrothal gift money? It can't be that your family only has this one dollar, right? You want to marry my daughter? "It's simply a pipe dream."

Seeing that Gong Yichen did not make a sound, Wang Meifang's heart felt as if it was on fire. She felt that this man called Gong Yichen was not pleasing to the eye, to say nothing of agreeing to his relationship with Song Jiayin.

Wang Meifang pretended to be quiet on purpose, but her voice was actually still loud as she whispered into Song Jiayin's ears: "Jia Yin, how did you see this man? We've brought you up so hard and he wants to marry you with only this dollar of money for the betrothal gift? "Although your looks are quite outstanding, but can your looks be used as food?"

Song Jiayin had no choice but to hold the cup and drink the coffee quietly. Although Wang Meifang's voice was not loud, Gong Yichen still heard him.

Seeing Gong Yichen like that, Wang Meifang flustered and exasperatedly said: "You want to marry my daughter with only a dollar? I can't agree to that. If you want to marry my daughter, you have to first of all ask my permission. "

However, Gong Yichen just smiled faintly and ignored her. Seeing that, Wang Meifang could only scold him: "You are just an iron rooster without money! What's the use of being handsome? Can a wife support a family? "

Song Jiayin felt really helpless now. She really wanted to pull Gong Yichen away as soon as possible, or drag this snobbish stepmother of hers back home.

But when she heard his stepmother say that she did not agree to the marriage, Song Jiayin could only perfunctorily say: "About that … "Actually, the Chen family has a lot of money, but he is a very low-key person. She probably doesn't like to talk about money with others, and talking about money is not his style, so she just took out a dollar. In fact, his family is quite well-off."

Gong Yichen knew that Song Jiayin was trying to find a way out for him, but he didn't need it. On the contrary, he felt that Song Jiayin's actions were unnecessary.

Gong Yichen, who had been silent at the side, finally spoke up. He said to Song Jiayin: "You don't need to talk to your stepmother about this anymore.

Song Jiayin was simply about to be angered to death by two people. Looking at the two of them, Song Jiayin thought in her heart: Okay okay okay, I don't care, I'll drink coffee and watch you guys okay?

Gong Yichen began to counterattack Wang Meifang: "Auntie just said that I'm an iron rooster, that's right I'm an iron rooster, and I believe that love cannot be measured by money. If I'm an iron rooster, then what is Auntie?"

Seeing that Wang Meifang did not say anything and was only looking at the exquisite engravings on the coffee cup, Gong Yichen continued to speak: "Aunt, you don't seem to think that you are being a little too realistic? It doesn't seem to be said in law that you can't take a wife without a betrothal gift. "

"You know, feelings are one-sided. They can't be forced, nor can they be forcefully broken." Gong Yichen continued.

Seeing Wang Meifang's expression darken, Song Jiayin also felt that it wasn't so good, and wanted to give Gong Yichen a look so he wouldn't say anymore. Otherwise, it would be even more impossible for this stepmother of hers to let the two of them stay together, let alone marry Gong Yichen.

However, all of Gong Yichen's eyes were on Wang Meifang. Song Jiayin looked pitifully at her father, who was beside him asking for help, in the hopes that he could stop the "war" between the two of them.

Therefore, the current Song Jiayin could only silently pray in her heart: Don't let this storm come any more violent.

Gong Yichen drank a mouthful of coffee and said earnestly: "Actually, it's not a question of whether Song Jiayin and I can be together. Actually, it's just that your demands are too excessive, and you're a little too snobbish."

He looked at Wang Meifang who was staring at him with wide eyes and continued, "Moreover, if you really liked money, then why didn't you marry it, and didn't you marry it, and choose your uncle instead?"

Song Jiayin was completely shocked by Gong Yichen's current appearance. Actually, she had rarely seen Gong Yichen speak so much in one go, and it was even about mocking others.

Gong Yichen continued to speak coldly: "Auntie, the people I look down on the most are those who only look at money, and they're not only looked down upon but also extremely detestable."