You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

"The business of the flower shop is getting better and better. With the idea of ​​universal celebration, I have prepared a small gift for you."

When it was almost time for dinner, Sheng Mumu took out the prepared gift and announced it to the two handsome men across the table.

Qi Shaobai frowned, entangled in the strange usage of the word "universal celebration".

Before he had time to complain, he saw a bright smile on Sheng Mumu's fair and bright face.

A gift box emerged from under the chair and solemnly placed on the table.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a red envelope from an unknown pocket, handed it to his father, and said with a smile:

"Here, I don't know what to buy for you. After thinking about it, you don't need anything, so I have to give you a red envelope. It's a good fortune, and I will make you happy."

Qi Mo's eyes paused slightly, and the end of his eyes slowly turned up.

His soft eyes fell on the red envelope, hesitating for a moment, and reached out to take it.

There was a hidden smile in his voice, "Okay, let's be happy."

In Qi Mo's impression, he only received red envelopes from the old lady when he was a child during Chinese New Year.

When he grew up, no one ever gave him money as a gift.

Compared with the calligraphy, painting and red wine sent by the flattering people in the mall, the red envelopes in front of him are not too thick, but they look extra special.

Twirling the corner of the red envelope lightly with his fingertips, a long-lost touch and warmth swayed in his heart inexplicably.

The red envelope was flipped to the back, and the man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze in a daze.

It says - I hope that all the surprises and good luck in this world will come to you continuously.

At the signing place, a small ingot was drawn with a colored pen.

Very cute.

Looking at the crooked ingot pattern.

The mature and stable man couldn't help but bend his lips, and Mo Tong showed an undisguised smile.

This sentence was found by Sheng Mumu searching for "encouragement copywriting" on the Internet.

She felt that it was especially suitable for Qi Mo at a glance.

Isn't it.

Only when all surprises and good luck come to him, can he make money continuously.

Only if he is always rich, can their family have no worries about food and clothing and live a prosperous life.

She guessed that this might be a blessing he would like too.

Sheng Mumu blinked, and there was a light of anticipation in his eyes. Looking at the smiling man in front of him, he asked:

"Like it?"

The man slowly raised his eyes, spoke slowly, and looked at her seriously.

Sheng Mumu felt as if she was about to be burned by his substantial eyes, only to hear him respond in a magnetic and seductive voice:

"like very much."

Sheng Mumu rolled her eyes: "Just like it."

On the side, Qi Shaobai could no longer hold back.

Seeing that Dad's gift was a red envelope, I expected that the remaining beautifully wrapped gift box must be for him.

It looks very grand.

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

The corners of the mouth couldn't help but rise.

The original stinky face is no longer stinky, and the words "quickly let me open the present" are written on the face.

Qi Shaobai grinned at Sheng Mumu, showing his teeth, and asked expectantly:

"Is this for me?"

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Sheng Mumu's mouth.

"Well, I bought it specially for you. I have been choosing it for a long time."

Wow, it's been a long time.

That must be a very special gift.

Qi Shaobai couldn't wait to unpack it.

He carefully undid the tie on the gift box.

Try not to damage the texture of the wrapping paper, and peel it off a little along the edge.

His eyes were full of seriousness.

Sheng Mumu came over and whispered, "If you like it, you will like it."

Qi Shaobai: "Of course, I will be very happy—"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

what is this!

Volume... paper?

He suddenly turned his head to look at Sheng Mumu.

"Is it wrong?"

Sheng Mumu narrowed her eyes and smiled badly: "No, this is a tailor-made gift for you."

Qi Shaobai's expression changed from joy to sorrow for a second, and he said, "You call this...a gift?"

Sheng Mumu tilted her head and made up the knife: "Well...why doesn't it count?"

Qi Shaobai: …………………

Qi Mo also saw the stack of real questions in the box, and the corners of his eyes slowly raised.

When Qi Shaobai looked at him like complaining, he lowered his eyes and suppressed his smile.

The cold white slender hand was raised to his lips, and he clenched his fist and coughed to hide it, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, it counts."

Qi Shaobai: …………………

What kind of gift is this! ! ! !

Are they teaming up to tease him?

Today is not April Fool's Day.

When he wanted to argue a few more words, he found that his father and Sheng Mumu had left the dining table at some point.

They went upstairs one after the other.

Qi Shaobai looked at the paper in front of him, and then at the backs of the two of them.

Silently made an expression of looking up to the sky and sighing.

The butler next to him couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling.

……

After going upstairs, Sheng Mumu was so bored that she leaned on the sofa in the side hall and swiped her phone.

I haven't seen the wife group for a long time.

Came in by accident today.

I found that several people were discussing the topic of the college entrance examination.

She sat up straight in an instant.

Seriously flip through their chat records.

She was looking for an opportunity to talk to Qi Shaobai about this matter.

The children of several wives in the group are in the third grade of high school.

Maybe... Look at the chats of these experienced "real mothers" and get some inspiration?

however.

The more she looked, the more strange her expression became.

Until the brows were deeply wrinkled.

At first, the group was just discussing which famous foreign university to send their children to study, so as to obtain better educational resources.

Later, the painting style became more and more biased.

——[Mrs. Chen, before your child went to Harvard to study, which senior did you ask for a letter of recommendation? 】

——[Now I want to send my child to Harvard and Cambridge, how much is the appropriate donation? 】

——[Actually, you don’t need to spend so much energy, find a famous teacher for your child, take a few months of art expertise, find a way, and you can still go to a very good school. 】

——[If necessary, I can help you get acquainted. 】

……

It was difficult for Sheng Mumu to describe how these chats made her feel strange.

After all, some foreign schools can indeed obtain admission places through donations.

Some schools also attach great importance to recommendation letters from famous seniors.

This is quite normal in upper class society.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of Qi Shaobai's bedroom.

His eyes gradually tightened, and he fell into deep thought...

Will Qi Shaobai be the same as those people, taking it for granted that he can enter a good university without any effort, so he doesn't care about his grades?

She pursed her lips tightly and struggled for a long time before finally deciding to knock on the door of Qi Shaobai's room.

The door opened from inside.

Sheng Mumu's serious expression made Qi Shaobai pause, and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Mumu took a deep breath, and got straight to the point:

"Are you free, let's chat."