I feel a little embarrassed and become angry.
Mao Jialan hurriedly reached out to stop him and snatched the remote control, "What are you doing."
Scolding Xin Hailong, she looked at Xiang Yiqing again with an apologetic expression, "Xiaoxiang, please go back first."
He said, winking at him.
Tonight is about this level, Xin Hailong is a face-saving person, even if his attitude changes, it is impossible to show it immediately.
Xiang Yiqing understood, pressed his lips and nodded, then got up, took a deep look at Xin Hailong, and turned away.
When the housekeeper came to report and said that Xiang Yiqing had left, Xin Hailong's expression suddenly eased.
Mao Jialan glanced at him, smiled calmly, and then reached out to pick up the tea leaves that Xiang Yiqing had brought, and said leisurely: "If you don't like this tea, I can take it as a gift."
Xin Hai took a long look, bulging, and said nothing.
Then, Mao Jialan put down the tea again, picked up another bag, and glanced inside, she was surprised, "Bring me a gift."
As she said, she took out the bag, "This is the color lipstick and mask that I have always wanted to buy, but it is out of stock."
She didn't do this to help Xiang Yi lightly talk, it was true that these are her favorite skin care and cosmetic brands.
After reading all the things Xiang Yiqing had brought, she put it down, she looked at Xin Hailong seriously, "This kid, to do what he likes, you can see that he is really attentive."
Xin Hailong's face was stern and expressionless.
Mao Jialan reached out and poked his waist, "Just have fun if you want, don't hold back any internal injuries."
"I have money and can't buy anything." Xin Hailong said in a deep anger, so proud.
In fact, the smile in his eyes is almost impossible to hide.
Mao Jialan was enough to stop teasing her, "Bring you a pot of tea?"
She said with a smile, picked up the tea that Xiang Yiqing had brought, got up and walked towards the restaurant.
Xin Hailong’s shout came from behind, "Let’s put less tea, it’s not easy to buy."
"I know." Mao Jialan raised his hand, made an OK gesture to Xin Hailong, and chuckled.
After a while, she made a cup of tea and put her hands in front of Xin Hailong, "Come and taste the tea that your son-in-law honors you."
"What son-in-law, I haven't agreed yet." Xin Hailong snorted coldly and picked up the tea.
He said that he disagrees, but the tea is a bite after bite.
Mao Jialan said, "Then enjoy it first, anyway, he doesn't know whether you drank it or threw it away."
Xin Hailong was tasting the tea, thinking of something, a touch of distress flashed in his eyes, he turned his head, and told Mao Jialan: "Buy some dishes that Xiaoxiao likes to eat on weekends, call her back for dinner, and spend a meal outside all day. It's so thin."
Mao Jialan nodded vigorously, "I promise to buy what your daughter loves."
...
Although Xin Hailong still didn't nod his head, Xiang Yiqing came out of Xin's house and was in a good mood.
I drove a CD along the way, listening to Xin Xiaoxiao's favorite songs to get home.
The living room was brightly lit. He heard Xin Xiaoxiao's laugh as soon as he got off the car. He felt the warm atmosphere in the living room before entering the door, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.
Can't wait to walk into the house.
"Back gently."
Xiang Yiqing entered the door. Lu Shujun was the first to spot him. Xin Xiaoxiao followed her eyes to the door. Seeing Xiang Yiqing, she smiled and stood up to meet him, "Where have you been, why did you come back now?"