"If you have any, I will go out tonight to buy a gift, and then pretend to be a gift from you, so that your grandma will be a little bit happy."
Qiao Yimo glanced at the night outside, shook his head, and faintly refused, "Forget it, I will figure it out myself."
Dong Yan can only follow Qiao Yimo's meaning, "Okay, then it's up to you."
When Qiao Yimo left, he also heard Qiao Anchu say what gold and other jewelry he would give away.
I'm afraid, her gift is not so formal.
Qiao Yimo went back to the bedroom, thinking about it, not knowing what to send to the grandmother.
He made a random phone call, and the man on the other end had a low and sexy voice, "Hey."
Qiao Yimo coughed awkwardly, and finally dialed the phone to Leng Tiong.
After all, there are elderly people in Leng Tien's family, so maybe they know better how to give gifts.
"I want to ask, what should I give for the old man's birthday?" Qiao Yimo asked cautiously.
There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time. Qiao Yimo thought he could not hear or was busy, and when he was about to hang up the next second, he suddenly said, "The old man's words...should give gems and emeralds or something. "
When Qiao Yimo heard these words, there was a high probability that she would feel completely cold. This night, where did she look for gems and emeralds...
"I see, don't bother you, hang up!"
Leng Tiong listened to the phone, the girl's tone was a little disappointed.
This is the first time since the last stone gambling, the little girl took the initiative to call him.
Um? No, I heard the little girl say the old man’s birthday?
Whose birthday?
He has to check.
Saturday the second day.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, the old man's birthday party was about to begin.
Qiao Anchu was still dressing up in the room, staring at Dong Yan in a hurry.
Seeing that time was too late, Dong Yan hurriedly went upstairs and opened Qiao Anchu's door.
"An Chu, your grandma's birthday party is about to begin. Are you still dressed up?"
Qiao Anchu smiled and turned around, and immediately gave Dong Yan a surprise, "Oh my God, An Chu, you are so beautiful."
Qiao Anchu's dressing up is enough to give her face. By the time the second uncle, second aunt, and the sister-in-law's family, Qiao Anchu's dressing up will definitely be the most beautiful in the entire banquet.
Qiao Anchu received Dong Yan's praise, and the smile on his face became even brighter, "Mom, you see, I prepared a gold necklace for grandma, grandma must be very happy."
Dong Yan nodded and expressed satisfaction. After all, there are no old people who don't like gold jewelry.
After Qiao Anchu went downstairs, he saw Qiao Yimo sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and she was still holding an economic newspaper in her hand.
There was a sarcasm in my heart: It's this time, and I still like to pretend to be so compelling.
Qiao Anchu walked over pretentiously, and said to Qiao Yimo in a curious tone, "Sister, what gift did you prepare for grandma?"
Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Anchu lightly, and said coldly, "This."
She put down the newspaper in her hand and clicked on a cylindrical object wrapped in newspaper on the table.
Qiao Anchu looked at it and chuckled, with a look of disgust and said: "Sister, you are too crude, at least you should pack it like me." Then, she took out the red velvet box packaging in the bag.
Dong Yan followed the spot in Qiao Yimo's hand, her face turned black for an instant.
This...is this what Qiao Yimo prepared?
Use...Use newspaper as the outer packaging?
She randomly looked helpless, "Yimo, are you serious? Holding the newspaper as a package?"
Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and said lightly: "What's on the outside doesn't matter, right? What's inside is the key."
Qiao Anchu chuckles even more when he hears the words, "Then tell me, what good stuff is packed in newspapers?"
"Hi, look at the shape of this cylinder, would you give grandma a folding umbrella instead?"
Dong Yan: "..."
She couldn't listen anymore, and then listened to Qiao Anchu's words. She wanted to throw away Qiao Yimo's things in minutes. JrNovels.com