Chapter 196 If you don't call me uncle, then I'll call you uncle.

Qiao Moya covered the wound on her forehead in pain.

Jiang Zhiyou was so panicked that she didn't know what to do for a moment. She wanted to raise her hand to look, but suddenly remembered that she had a new bag on her arm and was afraid that the blood would dirty the bag.

So she was in a panic.

She put the bag on the display cabinet for the time being, and then went to check on Qiao Moya's injuries: "Mom, are you okay?"

Qiao Moya was hit so hard that she felt dizzy.

Severe forehead pain.

She naturally didn't notice that when her own daughter was injured, she was more concerned about her new bag.

I'm even thinking about it in my heart.

Who is Li Zhi's mother, and who is the Yu family, that they could so brazenly take a diamond watch worth more than six million and smash it without any regrets at all.

It was Yu Lanci who took out her cell phone.

She lazily raised her hand, rested her elbow on the back of her hand, looked up at the ceiling, and called an ambulance for Qiao Moya:

"Hello? 120?"

"Someone's got a smashed head here."

"In the sky, vorfreude counter."

"Who smashed it? Oh, the Apostle of Justice."

"Why hit her?"

Yu Lanci glanced lazily at Qiao Moya again, feeling unlucky, and walked inside holding Li Zhi's hand: "Maybe he deserved it."

The eldest lady gave up the stall and stopped caring about it.

Before that, he was kind enough to call 120.

Then he took Li Zhi towards the VIP room.

Smell the headache.

He has always been clear about the temperament of this young lady, and knows that she will not stop until she makes a big fuss, so she dismissed the salesgirl and let her unbridled temper be unbridled.

But looking at the pool of blood in his store, Wen Su still felt his head swell. He waved his hand at Jiang Zhiyou in disdain: "Take your mother to the hospital quickly, remember to issue a receipt, and bring it back to the store. I will arrange for someone to reimburse you."

Jiang Zhiyou was crying with tears in her eyes.

Anyone else might have been a little sympathetic, but Wen Su slipped away out of respect, called a security guard to watch over, and then went to the VIP room to look for Yu Lanci.

VIP room.

Tea and snacks were served.

The salesgirls here are all very familiar with Yu Lanci and know that she doesn't like sweet food, so they will carefully prepare the snacks, including a cup of mocha coffee with less sugar and milk.

The catalogue of new seasonal products was handed to the mother and daughter.

Yu Lanci flipped through the pages calmly.

Li Zhi was distracted and sighed silently in her heart. She suddenly began to feel that her previous arrogance in Yicheng was just kindergarten level compared to Yu Lanci.

"Look, see what you like."

Yu Lanci pushed the book in Li Zhi's hand with her fingertips and couldn't help but smile: "I'll let your uncle Wen take you there later."

Wen Sumai walked into the VIP room with his long legs.

He looked at Yu Lanci with an ambiguous expression: "Tsk, am I such a sucker? Let me make it clear, I will pay for Ms. Qiao's medical expenses, but you have to pay for the watch."

"Pay it back." Yu Lanci raised her eyes to look at him, then muttered softly, "It's just over 6 million, you stingy guy..."

Wen Sujian was so angry at her that he almost laughed.

He crossed his legs and sat on the sofa: "Miss, you said my design looks like a savage's grass skirt and I haven't settled the score with you yet, so I'm a stingy person?"

I heard that the savage grass skirt was mentioned...

Li Zhi also stuck out his tongue a little guiltily, and couldn't help muttering, "It's indeed quite similar..."

Yu Lanci waved her hands in disgust: "You really should take off your tattered coat. My husband just bought a parrot this morning. You two can't be said to be completely different, you can only say that you are exactly the same."

"Tsk." Wen Su sneered, "What kind of bad taste does Qi Heqing have? He wants to raise a purple parrot."

As he spoke, he actually took off his coat.

Yu Lanci raised her eyes: "I picked it."

Wen Su paused for a second, then changed his tone the next second: "You have a good eye."

Li Zhi: “…”

She silently turned a page in the directory.

Then I labeled Wen Su in my heart: a bootlicker.

Then he quietly added another label: a bootlicker who digs at his father.

Wen Su had no idea what Li Zhi was thinking.

He even approached with interest and said, "Is this your daughter? You two really have similar personalities."

Even the sarcasm he used was the same.

Yu Lanci said in a brisk tone: "Hmm."

She then raised her eyes and took Li Zhi's hand: "My daughter, Li Zhi. This is your uncle Wen Su."

Wen Su: “…”

He really couldn't accept being called uncle.

Qi Jiaojiao also screamed like that.

Only Qi Beibei is still a human being, so we call him Mr. Wen.

Li Zhi said obediently, "Hello, Uncle Wen Su."

Wen Su was really upset, but he couldn't refute it. After all, according to their seniority, he was indeed her uncle.

But Li Zhi suddenly added: "If Uncle Wen Su doesn't like being called uncle, then just call him uncle. After all, he is still mom's brother in terms of age."

She is determined to defend her father's position.

Wen Su choked up slightly, paused for a moment, and said with a stiff upper lip: "...No, call me uncle."

It's miserable that you can't marry your white moonlight after proposing n times.

Being forced to be a brother is even worse.

A friend is always better than a brother.

Li Zhi tilted her head and glanced at Wen Su, and suddenly felt that his relationship with her mother seemed a bit similar to her previous relationship with Lou Yanjing.

If those changes hadn’t happened later, she would have insisted on marrying Fu Yanze according to her family’s arrangement…

It seems that the little que on that floor will become Wensu 2.0.

That's terrible.

Li Zhi withdrew her gaze and continued to look through the list.

Wen Su was quite interested in her. Not that kind of interest, but he was just curious about how much like her this daughter of Yu Lanci could be, whose personality was so similar to hers.

He asked again with interest, "How is it? What do you like? Pick whatever you want. I'll buy you the most expensive one, and your mom will pay for the rest."

Li Zhi looked through the directory very carefully.

She had to admit that some of Wen Su's designs were quite good, although they seemed to be unstable.

But those unstable performances may be his personal artistic pursuit, while other styles that directly touch the hearts of young girls are obviously designed for mothers.

Whether it is the choice of color or the use of accessories, it is very consistent with her and Yu Lanci's aesthetics.

"I think this one is good, I'm sure you will like it." Yu Lanci pointed to a pure white bag in the directory.

Li Zhi blinked her eyelashes and leaned over.

It turned out to be the one she had seen outside, white and soft, like a small white cake.

However, the one in the catalogue has a more advanced design and is equipped with rare diamond buckles. It is probably an upgraded version of the bag outside, so it can only be seen in the catalogue.