He said, taking out the two scarves wrapped in the bag.

Seeing this, Zhang Bo, who was standing beside him, hurriedly stepped forward and took the box over and handed it to the old lady and Mrs. Mo one by one.

"Oh, Mianmian actually bought us a gift." Before the old lady could see what was in the box, she happily took it, looking very happy.

When Mrs. Mo was handing her the box, she glanced down and saw the logo on the box, and guessed what was inside.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, and she reached out to take the box, without even the interest in disassembling it, and threw the box aside.

On the other side.

The old lady opened the box and when she saw the scarf inside, she took it out happily and said with praise: "Did Mianmian choose this scarf for me? It looks so good. My grandmother has a good vision. Grandma likes this gift very much."

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

Qiao Mianmian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

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

But when she saw the other side and saw that Mrs. Mo had not even opened the box and threw the box on the sofa, her mood was more or less affected.

She knew that Mrs. Mo didn't like her.

I knew it the first time I came to the Mo family.

She also told herself not to care too much, as it would be enough if an old lady likes her and Mo Yesi likes her.

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

Whether Mrs. Mo likes her or not has a big impact on her.

But she still couldn't do it if she didn't care at all.

Mrs. Mo is Mo Yesi's mother.

If possible, Qiao Mianmian still wants to get her recognition.

The blessings of elders are also crucial to a relationship.

Mo Yesi saw the loss in her eyes and followed her eyes to see the box that was thrown by Mrs. Mo. After a few seconds of silence, he let go of her hand and walked over to pick up the box.

Then, in the surprised gaze of Mrs. Mo, he handed the box to her: "Mom, open it, and take a look. This was the one that Mianmian chose for a long time before he chose it."

Mrs. Mo looked down at the box handed to her, pursed her lips and frowned.

I didn't reach out to take it immediately.

She said in a faint voice: "Let's go, I'll tear it down later."

Mo Yesi curled his lips and still kept handing her the box to her: "Grandma has been removed, so you can take it out now. Mianmian has always been worried that you will not like the gift she chose. You can take it apart now and take a look, so that you can reply to her and make her feel at ease."

Mrs. Mo's lips pursed even tighter, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

"Wen Pei." The old lady put the scarf back into the box and asked the servant to take it to her room and put it in.

She turned her head and saw that Mrs. Mo was still motionless, frowned and said dissatisfied, "It's all in front of you, don't you accept it yet? How long do you want Asi to take it? Just take it apart, it's not a matter of extra effort."

Mrs. Mo doesn't want to answer.

I don't want to take apart.

She didn't take a scarf worth tens of thousands of yuan seriously at all.

What's more, this scarf was given by someone she didn't like.

She had no desire to tear it down.

But the old lady spoke, and she never dared not to listen to the old lady.

Obedience to the old lady has become a habit in her bones.
Chapter completed!