"Mom, this is yours. I picked out some cosmetics for you. I hope you like it."
Chu Han said in a deep voice: "Put it down!"
She didn't answer the call or look at her, and she didn't even give Wen Xin an expression. She had a cold face the whole time.
Wen Xin was not angry. She smiled and took out two bottles of red wine and handed them to Jun Chang. "Dad, these are two bottles of red wine. I heard from Mo Han that you like to drink it."
"The child is thoughtful, and I like it very much."
“Thank you, Dad. Mo Rou, this is the bracelet for you. I hope you like it.”
Jun Morou's mouth twitched as she looked at the silver bracelet. She held her hands stiffly for a long time without taking it. To be honest, she had never even looked at such things worth a few hundred dollars. Her earrings were at least platinum, and very few of them. The rest were all diamonds.
Looking at this cheap product, she really couldn't muster any interest.
Wen Xin held the bracelet in front of her stiffly, and handed it to her uncomfortably. Seeing that she didn't take it, she felt embarrassed and didn't know whether to take it back.
Jun Mohan said coldly: "Why are you standing there? Just take what your sister-in-law gave you."
"Yes, thank you, sister-in-law."
Jun Morou accepted it reluctantly, thinking that she could throw it away or give it to her servant to wear.
The old lady really likes the massage device given by Wenxin, and she holds it tightly and won’t let go.
After the meal, when it was time to leave, the waiter brought some fruit and gave it to everyone one by one in a warm and considerate manner. Except for Chu Han, everyone else took it.
When leaving, Jun Morou looked at Wen Xin's skirt and said teasingly: "Sister-in-law, is it because Big Brother is reluctant to give you money? He lets you wear a torn skirt."
Jun Mohan was stunned, his eyes fell on her. He also wanted to know how she would answer.
After all, this question is not easy to answer. If we say that he gave money, everyone will think that Wen Xin is a very materialistic woman.
If I say I gave him too little, it would offend him.
It is indeed difficult not to offend both parties.
Wen Xin smiled faintly, "Mo Han is very kind and willing to spend money on me, but I don't think it's necessary to buy something too expensive, just something decent will do, so I chose this one, but I accidentally fell on the way here, so it got damaged."
When Mrs. Jun heard this, she complained to her grandson, "Look at how you ride the bike. You didn't protect Wen Xin well and caused her to fall."
Before Jun Mohan could answer, Wen Xin said, "Grandma, this has nothing to do with Mohan. I fell down accidentally."
Jun Mohan looked at her answer with a high opinion of hers, neither satisfied nor angry.
Everyone chatted casually and then went home.
When leaving, Jun Mohan asked his grandmother to take the gifts he had prepared back with the name of warmth.
In the car, Old Lady Jun threw the things Jun Mohan gave her at Chu Han in a bad tone, and said sinisterly: "Look at the dead face you are putting on tonight. Look, these are things that Wen Xin saved money by not eating or drinking to buy for you and your daughter."
"Such a thrifty child, how good, knows how to live, but you are still picky, do you want to find a spendthrift wife to be content?"
Jun Morou looked at her mother awkwardly.
Chu Han frowned, holding the gift with complicated thoughts, and said angrily: "Mom, please stop fighting for justice. This gift was prepared by that brat."
"Look at that woman, she's sloppy, she has no idea how to dress, and she doesn't even respect people. She should at least put on some light makeup when meeting an elder for the first time, but she's wearing a broken skirt. If she hadn't married Mo Han for money, I think she would have turned her face away if I had kept a cold face throughout the whole process."
Old Madam Jun was indignant, "Bullshit, look at how Mo Han made himself look like that, and he's still pretending to be poor, with a broken bicycle. Wen Xin doesn't know he's rich, let alone doing it for money. Don't look down on others."
"Mom, anyway, I don't agree with this, and neither does your grandson. Once they get divorced, we'll immediately arrange for their next marriage."
"As long as the old lady is alive, you can forget about it. I only recognize her, no one else is worthy."
Jun Chang frowned and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, saying, "Okay, don't worry about the children's affairs."
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Wen Nan returned home, rubbing her neck tiredly and stretching. Seeing Jun Mo Han walking in with a cold face, she swallowed back all the words she wanted to complain about.
Seeing him go to the water dispenser to get some water, Wen Xin spoke.
"Uncle, your mother seems very dissatisfied with me?"
He took a glass of water, sat down on the sofa, and said indifferently: "My mother's personality is like this. She likes to show all her likes and dislikes on her face, but it's only temporary. She won't do that again when she finds out that you are good."
Wen Xin had never felt so frustrated. Although they were a temporary couple, she still felt uncomfortable not being recognized by others. After all, she still had to live with their family for another three years.
In the past, she felt that although her family conditions were poor, his family wasn't very good either. After all, he drove a bicycle, which made her a little disappointed. After the disappointment, she felt that it was best to find a family like this one, who were well-matched and there wouldn't be too much of a gap between them.
But when she saw his parents, she had a different feeling. The inferiority complex made her very uncomfortable. Jun Mohan's family had good temperament and a harmonious family. They were obviously intellectuals.
But he was nothing. His younger brother was missing, his mother was ill, and he was an illegitimate child with a bad reputation. He had only graduated from junior high school and had no car, no house, and no savings in South City, yet he had to rely on them to save his mother.
All this made her feel inferior, and she even felt that she could not fit in into that family.
The more Wen Xin thought about it, the dimmer her vision became. She felt a suffocating feeling in her chest and even ignored the pain in her legs.
Jun Mohan brought some water and came to her side. Seeing that she was in a bad mood, he said in a deep voice: "Your leg is injured. Go wash it and apply some medicine. This water is for you."
"Thank you!" Wen Xin said lightly, took the basin of water, went to the bathroom, moved a small stool and sat down.
The leg injury was not serious, just superficial injuries, but a lot of blood was still lost, and the small piece of skirt was stained red with blood.
She took a wet tissue and wiped it gently, frowning in pain and taking a breath. It wasn't that she was being pretentious, it was just that the hot water on the wound didn't feel good.
Seeing her gritting her teeth and cold sweat on her forehead, Jun Mohan's eyes flickered. He said nothing, sat quietly on the sofa, turned on the TV, and diverted his gaze.
Wen Xin treated the wound on her thigh, then she realized that her waist was also painful. She got up and went to her room to change into her pajamas, then lifted her clothes to look in the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, there was a large piece of skin rubbed in the middle of her waist.
She couldn't apply medicine or clean that area.
She put down her clothes and looked outside, only to see Jun Mohan watching TV. She was too embarrassed to ask him for help. After all, it was not appropriate for men and women to have physical contact, and she didn't want the man to see it.
I endured the pain and tried to wipe it with a towel.
"hiss……"
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