Chapter 55: Don't give any face

Chapter 55 does not give any face
Her uncle Su Hai opened a fruit shop in Haicheng. He had a son and a daughter, and he had a good life.
When her mother was still at Wen's house, uncle and aunt treated them better than their own.
Later, her mother was cleansed and left the house. She wanted to go to her uncle. At least she had to find a place to stay.
The kind and amiable aunt of the past suddenly changed her face and accused Sang Huai of humiliating her mother in secret.
I hate that her mother is not a vengeful person, but she is, the humiliation of nine years old, has been remembered to this day, and will never forget the day when she was under the fence.
Later, she was still her mother's best friend. Aunt Xiaojun, who was still abroad at the time, learned of their experience and hurried back from abroad to live in her old house with a small yard in China.
Moreover, they lived for eleven years, and they had never received a cent of rent from them.
Her aunt's shrewd business man, her dislike for their family was clearly engraved in her eyes.
Today is very abnormal.
Wen Qiao simply suspected that they knew that she had received two million.
But she hadn't even had time to talk to her mother and Xiao Chi Xiaomo, where did their family know?
The small van entered the community, and the greening of the community was done well. They were all small high-rise buildings, and the land price was about 31,000 square meters. Her uncle's house of more than 100 square meters was bought in full.
This house has been bought for almost a year, and it is the first time Wen Qiao has come.
When the car stopped downstairs in the apartment, Su Hai greeted enthusiastically: "It's hot outside, go in."
Wen Qiao took Wen Mo's arm, and several people entered the corridor together.
On the seventh floor, the elevator door opened, and Su Hai eagerly said: "Seven ups and downs, all said that the seventh floor is good, so I bought the seventh floor."
In a two-family house with one ladder, the door of 702 is open, Wen Qiao's aunt, He Mei is more enthusiastic than Su Hai: "Oh, after waiting for you for a long time, it finally came. The watermelon is cut. Come in and eat."
Su Yun put down the fruit in her hand, He Mei said with a loud voice: "Come on, what gift to bring."
Wen Qiao smiled: "I'm afraid that my aunt will dislike me if I don't bring gifts."
Su Yun squeezed her behind her, the little girl was really thorny.
He Mei smiled awkwardly: "How come? How could aunt dislike you?"
Wen Qiao's cousin and cousin, 21-year-old Su Ying and 25-year-old Su Lei sat on the sofa and watched TV. Su Lei's expression was not lukewarm, but just glanced at them.
Su Ying saw Wen Qiao and immediately got up, went to the room and took out a bag, and ran to Wen Qiao: "I just came back from Macau two days ago and bought a YSL bag. Do you think it looks good?"
Wen Qiao:...
Show off wealth?
I spend half a day composing a song and it can sell for 300,000 yuan. Are you showing off your wealth in front of me?
"Not pretty."
Now that you asked sincerely, let me express my opinion with great compassion.
Su Ying's face was obviously unhappy: "I asked a lot. You have no idea about this luxury brand-name bag. You are used to stall goods, so you can't appreciate the beauty of big-name bags."
Wen Qiao didn't bother to talk to her.
Su Ying didn't see the envy in Wen Qiao's eyes, nor did she hear Wen Qiao's compliment. She was boring to ask herself, so she could only take the bag back to her room and muttered "poor and sour" contemptuously.
Lunch soon started, He Mei said while serving dishes: "I bought shrimp and beef specially for you."
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "We can also eat shrimp and beef at home."
Su Yun squeezed her hand under the table, this child really doesn't show any face.
(End of this chapter)