Chapter 678 Father's Thoughtfulness
The size, layout and decoration of this room alone are all top-notch. Whether it is the smart home system or the hard and soft furnishings, they are all of the highest standards.
But he also prepared so many surprises for her.
Qiao Yanmeng followed the maid's gaze.
Rows of skirts of different colors and styles quietly occupy an entire wall of cabinets.
There is also an entire wall of bags, of different styles and brands, and there are at least fifty or sixty of them.
The bottom row is her shoe cabinet, which is filled with the world's top brands. Any girl would be excited when seeing it.
Qiao Yanmeng walked over and gently touched these high-end custom-made dresses, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.
At least, her biological father still loves her very much.
This is enough.
"Do you like it?" Mo Jianye's expectant voice sounded behind him.
Qiao Yanmeng's eyes reddened slightly. She turned her head and looked at the man with a smile.
It was he who captured his mother's heart and made her willing to bear a child for him, but the two of them were not destined to be together.
"I like it very much. Thank you, Dad." Qiao Yanmeng smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
Mo Jianye's heart seemed to finally relax, and he smiled, "As long as you like it, if you like anything in the future, whether it's food or daily necessities, just tell daddy and I'll buy it for you."
Qiao Yanmeng couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She is really happy today.
"Just now, your grandma's attitude was bad. I apologize to you on her behalf." Suddenly, Mo Jianye changed the topic and became helpless.
"Your grandmother has always had a misunderstanding about your mother. I have never mentioned your mother in all these years. It is normal for her to be unable to adapt to the sudden arrival of you. You..."
"Dad, I know my limits." Qiao Yanmeng avoided his gaze, also somewhat helpless, "I will be tolerant, but that doesn't mean I will swallow my anger and become a pus bag."
The night is quiet and silent.
"How was your day today?" Zhan Tingbei asked on the screen. His voice was gentle, revealing a hint of tenderness and worry.
Qiao Yanmeng lay on the soft big bed, silent for a moment, and then said: "Everything is under control, don't worry."
Zhan Tingbei raised his eyebrows, "Really? If you are wronged, you must tell me."
"The person who can make me suffer injustice has not been born yet." Qiao Yanmeng smiled and looked away.
"Then why did I hear that your old lady doesn't like you?" Zhan Tingbei looked at her meaningfully, as if he saw through her lies.
Qiao Yanmeng was quite helpless.
As expected, finding a boyfriend who is capable in all aspects can sometimes be troublesome.
Nothing can fool him.
"Don't worry. I will treat her the same way she treats me. After all that has happened, if I still can't protect myself, then I am too weak."
Qiao Yanmeng smiled nonchalantly, some things from the past emerged in her mind, and she closed her eyes.
"Well, no matter what time, I will always be your strongest support." Zhan Tingbei looked at her with satisfaction, his eyes dim.
Qiao Yanmeng slept well that night.
I got up at seven in the morning and went downstairs to find that Madam Mo and others were already having lunch.
"Mengmeng is here, come and have breakfast." Mo Jianye waved at her.
The other two looked at each other and saw a little displeasure in each other's eyes.
Qiao Yanmeng pretended not to see the disdain in their eyes and went over to sit next to Mo Jianye.
"Wow, this seafood porridge looks delicious." She smiled in a very supportive manner.
Seeing his daughter happy, Mo Jianye was also very relieved, "These are specially prepared for you, just eat them if you like. I'll ask the driver to take you to work later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Qiao Yanmeng already had a car and drove very well, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
I felt that I had missed the time when my daughter needed care and help the most.
"Sure, I don't want to drive today." Qiao Yanmeng showed a surprised look, "Thank you, Dad."
"Huh." On the other side of the table, Mo Yunsheng laughed softly, a little sarcastic.
What a shameless little vixen. She'll say anything to curry favor with her dad.
"Yunsheng, eat more. Aren't you going to participate in the Taekwondo competition in a few days? You should start training soon." At this time, Madam Mo put down her bowl and chopsticks and said a few words casually.
Mo Yunsheng immediately smiled smugly, "Don't worry, grandma, I've been practicing all the time. When it comes to martial arts, you have to be diligent, otherwise you can't just cram at the last minute."
Old Madam Mo touched her granddaughter's hair with satisfaction.
I glanced at Qiao Yanmeng and found that she was still eating with relish, as if she hadn't eaten in decades.
Madam Mo coughed softly and said, "Yan Meng, if you like, can you ask Aunt Wu to make it for you every day? I promise you will have enough to eat."
The implication of this statement is that he dislikes Qiao Yanmeng for eating too much and focusing too much on eating, not caring about other people at all.
Qiao Yanmeng pretended not to hear the ironic implication and nodded with a smile: "Okay."
Madam Mo choked and asked, "Yan Meng, do you know about the Taekwondo competition? Yunsheng has been practicing Taekwondo since she was a child. So, when she goes out alone, we don't have to worry at all."