v2 Chapter 633： This is the taste of money

threw? That's eighteen thousand!

Fu Xiaowan's mouth twitched wildly, her face stunned.

"Throw it away?" Fu Xiaowan asked tentatively after hesitating for a moment.

"En." Oylin nodded.

"Then stayed..." After thinking about it, Fu Xiaowan said.

Seeing Fu Xiaowan accepting the gift, Oylin frowned. He bent down again and took out a box of cosmetics: Chanel from the gift bag.

"More?" Fu Xiaowan's mouth twitched wildly.

"More!" While speaking, Oylin bent over again...

LV, Chanel, Gucci...

Looking at the luxury goods in front of her, Fu Xiaowan's eyes were completely numb from the initial panic to now.

Seeing Fu Xiaowan who had been overwhelmed by luxury goods, Qin Lin was a little bit angry.

They are both parents, so how can the treatment be so bad?

"Son, take a look at people, you don't know if you go to Yanjing to buy something for your dad!" Qin Lin turned his head and gave Qin Luo a vicious look.

You may not believe it, these things are all my pockets.

Qin Luo wanted to tell the truth, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed again.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I dare not say it.

If it is three to five hundred yuan, that's okay, but these gifts add up to a total of more than 100,000!

Qin Luo was afraid that if he said it, his parents would sweep him out, and based on Qin Luo's intuition, this possibility was not small!

The reason is simple. Just half a year ago, they were still running for their livelihoods. For money, Fu Xiaowan had always adopted the idea of ​​saving money.

If she knew that Qin Luo had spent hundreds of thousands to buy luxury goods, it would be possible to drive Qin Luo out of Qin's house in anger.

"Uncle, this is for you." At this moment, Oylin took out a leather belt from the gift bag and sent it to Qin Lin.

"I have it too?"

"Of course." While speaking, a lot of gifts filled Qin Lin's arms.

Qin Lin took a deep breath, with a bright smile on his face.

This is the taste of money...

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In the evening, Qin Lin made a table of talents, and the excitement at home was like New Year.

It is very rare for Qin Lin to take out his collection of many years from the cabinet, and give Qin Luo and himself a generation separately.

"40 years old, let's have a drink." Qin Lin said heartily.

40 years?

Qin Luo's eyelids jumped and said, "Really 40 years?"

"Really 40 years!" Qin Lin nodded.

"Ahem, Dad, I want to ask you a question, does the reception expire?"

Qin Lin: "..."

If he could, he wished to slap Qin Luo to death.

"Ahem, I'm joking." During the conversation, Qin Luo picked up the wine glass and touched his father.

"dry!"

Looking at the two men who were drinking, a faint smile appeared on Fu Xiaowan's face.

"Drink less, and too much is bad for your health."

"It's okay, I'm happy today." Qin Lin waved his hand, and another glass of white wine poured into his stomach.

"You can't drink too much if you are happy, and you, Qin Luo, don't patronize drinking with your father, and eat more food." Fu Xiaowan said with a smile for her son.

Chopsticks after chopsticks soon piled up in Qin Luo's bowl.

"Ahem, Mom, I'll just do it myself." Looking at the hill in the bowl, Qin Luo couldn't laugh or cry.

My mother, was so enthusiastic that Qin Luo couldn't stand it.

"Eat more, you see how thin you are."

Qin Luo felt that this sentence made sense for the first time during the festive season.