Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian said this out of a subconscious reaction, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a few seconds.

Then, Su Lan sighed, "Sure enough, having a daughter-in-law is different, people will feel distressed anytime."

Turning to look at Jun Jiuyan again, "Look at how your wife treats you. If you treat her badly, the godmother will be the first to disagree."

Jun Jiuyan smiled proudly, "Then godmother won't have this chance."

"Okay," Su Lan stood up, "The matter to be discussed is over, Qianqian will come to accompany you, and the godmother will leave first."

"Don't," Mu Qianqian said in front of Jun Jiuyan, "Godmother, it's rare for you to come and have a meal together. It's almost time for lunch."

Mu Qianqian didn't mean to be polite, but really wanted to keep Su Lan from the bottom of her heart.

One is because Su Lan is very kind to Jun Jiuyan, and the other is because Jun Jiuyan also respects Su Lan from the inside out.

Therefore, Mu Qianqian was willing to accept Su Lan.

Su Lan was a little surprised, "Godmother eats with you, won't it become your light bulb?"

"No," Mu Qianqian said with a serious expression, "It's obviously me and my godmother who have a date for dinner, and Jun Jiuyan is the light bulb."

"Hahaha..." Su Lan laughed loudly. A woman who is over half a century old is well maintained, with a decent and generous temperament, making people feel comfortable when she smiles.

"Godmother," Mu Qianqian boldly approached and grabbed Su Lan's arm, "Let's have lunch together."

Both pairs of eyes fell at the same time.

Su Lan was pleasantly surprised that none of her daughters would be so close to her, and the older she got, the less she wanted to be close to her.This little girl is very intimate. Su Lan liked Mu Qianqian in the first place, but now she likes it even more.

Jun Jiuyan looked over and was surprised.

The little guy is not the one who likes to talk enthusiastically with people. In fact, her instinct is to repel, but she is willing to do this for herself.

The corners of Jun Jiuyan's mouth did not go down, "Godmother, she already said so. If you don't come together, my life will not be so easy at night."

"is it?"

"No," Mu Qianqian waved her hand, "Godmother, he's talking nonsense, don't listen to his nonsense."

"That won't work," Su Lan said slowly, "Jiuyan's temper is too stubborn, and he needs someone who can control him. Qianqian, you must make him suffer more in the future, and let him know whether it is at home or at home. Outside, the daughter-in-law is the biggest."

"Eh..." Mu Qianqian doubted, "Isn't that good?"

"What's wrong?" Su Lan taught her experience, while Jun Jiuyan acted as air.

Jun Jiuyan didn't speak until the two of them had finished talking.

"Now, can we go out to eat?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's okay," Mu Qianqian chuckled, "Godmother, let's go."

She was left behind by the little guy, but Jun Jiuyan was not angry at all, because she was integrating into her own life, which was what she had been looking forward to all along.

Although Su Lan is an elder, she has a good temper and will not put on airs.

Therefore, when eating with her, Mu Qianqian didn't feel restrained, on the contrary, she felt a little unsatisfied after a meal.

After sending Su Lan to the car, Mu Qianqian slammed her mouth, "It's a pity."

"What's the pity?"

"Godmother is going back now." Mu Qianqian sighed, "Otherwise, I can still take godmother for a stroll, for a stroll, to do some shopping."

"So generous?" Jun Jiuyan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian nodded, "Because you're rich, all the things I bought for you today are luxury items, and you haven't tried them yet."

"Saw."

Although Jun Jiuyan has no interest in luxury goods, he still knows them.

Jun Jiuyan was happy that the little guy spent so much money on himself, but worried.

Her only small treasury was spent on herself, and she was unwilling to use the money she gave, so she tried to find a way to fill her small treasury.

"Then how many do you recognize?" Mu Qianqian looked anxiously, "It is said that straight men don't know much about brands. I'll test you."

"I'm not straight."

"Yeah." Mu Qianqian nodded, "You're not, so you know everyone?"

"Ah."

"Jun Jiuyan," Mu Qianqian snapped her fingers, "Actually, I suddenly became rich."

"Ok?"

"The shops under my name seem to be very profitable. So my small coffers suddenly exploded, you know what I mean!"

"I don't understand." Jun Jiuyan glanced at Mu Qianqian, "Please explain in more detail."

"That's right, the money in my card has multiplied many times. I was surprised that it didn't work."

"Why the surprise?"

"That's right, I knew it would make money, but I never thought it would be so profitable." Mu Qianqian raised her head, "Jun Jiuyan, are you secretly soliciting business for the store?"

"I do not have."

Indeed, so far, Jun Jiuyan has not deliberately paid attention to it, but in order to ensure that his little guy has more and more small coffers, Jun Jiuyan has already thought about it, and it is very necessary to pay attention to it.

"Really?" Mu Qianqian was suspicious, and observed Jun Jiuyan's expression seriously and seriously, "If you have, it's too late to say it now. Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist. Think clearly about your answer."

In order to cooperate with Mu Qianqian, Jun Jiuyan really thought about it for three seconds before answering, "Indeed not."

"That's good." Mu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, "Speaking of which, I spent your money to buy things for you, and I feel really sorry."

"No," Jun Jiuyan pursed her thin lips and then let go, "I told you, what's yours is yours, it has nothing to do with me, and what you earn is yours."

"But you gave them to me."

"It's for you, it belongs to you." Jun Jiuyan sighed, "Hey, you can divide your things with me very clearly, and take good care of them."

Mu Qianqian blinked her eyes, "Then you..."

"My things will not be shared with you. I can't tell the difference. I don't belong to me. What's mine is yours."

"." Mu Qianqian, what kind of nonsense is this.

"If you have to say that there is one item that I belong to," Jun Jiuyan pinched Mu Qianqian's face, "it is you."

"What do you mean?" Mu Qianqian's brain circuit slowed down.

"I belong to you."

"Mine is yours."

"Your, or yours."

Three sentences, concise and to the point, no matter how nervous and unresponsive Mu Qianqian was, she understood now.

"If you do this," Mu Qianqian whispered, "you will turn me into a bully, and then you will have nothing, just like in a novel where the heroine counterattacks and dumps the scumbag hero and finds a more handsome one."

"I'm a scumbag?"

"you are not."

"So, you can't get rid of me."