I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Moreover, looking at the posture of the old lady, even his grandchildren had to stand aside for the time being.

At this time, the old lady beckoned to Qiao Mianmian again: "Mianmian, come here, grandma talks to you for a while."

"Ai, grandma, here I am."

Qiao Mianmian responded sweetly, and the grandma's voice was also very sweet.

With a flattered expression on her face, she walked to the position next to the old lady and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, the old lady took her hand and talked to her intimately: "Is it good to sleep in the afternoon? Are you still accustomed to staying here? Asi’s room is dark and dull, look. It makes people feel depressed, it is difficult for you to be a petite girl."

"He wants to bring you back, and he doesn't tell us earlier. Otherwise, he can prepare in advance."

The old lady said Mo Yeji with dissatisfaction: "Bring your daughter-in-law back to such a big thing, you should call us yesterday to tell us. No one like you, such important things can be calm." Yes. If it weren’t for your mother calling you yesterday, did you bring people back directly, and were you not prepared to tell us in advance?"

Mo Yesi sat down next to Qiao Mianmian.

He glanced lightly at the table, then picked up the spoon, scooped half a bowl of freshly stewed black chicken ginseng soup in the eyes of the old lady and Mrs. Mo, and placed a small white porcelain bowl in front of Qiao Mianmian's table. .

"Drink some soup first," he said to Qiao Mianmian in a warm voice.

After doing this, she raised her eyes and looked at the old lady with her lips: "Grandma, don't grandchildren want to surprise you."

The old lady looked at the bowl of chicken soup placed in front of Qiao Mianmian's table, silently for a few seconds, sighed, and was hurt in the face: "This person with a daughter-in-law is different. They all know that they love people and take care of them. "

"Except for his daughter-in-law, those of us who are mothers and grandmothers have no such treatment."

The old lady was ridiculing and did not really blame the complaint.

But listening to Mrs. Mo's ears was another matter.

She remembered the sentence that Shen Rou said before: I am afraid that in the heart of Asi, Mianmian is more important than your motherhood.

I didn't think that at that time, and now watching Mo Yesi's move, I suddenly felt it.

She was not happy because her son knew that she was distressed by her daughter-in-law. On the contrary, she was extremely uncomfortable.

As the old lady said, even her mother-in-law had never enjoyed such treatment.

A woman who has not been with her son for a long time can make her son make such an exception.

Moreover, her son is willing to serve others.

The more Mrs. Mo thought, the more she felt angry and suffocated. She couldn't help but went back to the old lady and said: "Yeah, I have never enjoyed such treatment. Alas, it's no wonder that I married my wife and forgot her mother. That's right."

The old lady hadn't noticed Mrs. Mo's thoughts, and jokingly said to her, "That's not the case. I think you and Yun Cheng weren't so sticky. He was a man who didn't touch Yang Chunshui since childhood. For you, I have learned to do laundry and cooking. At that time, I was also vinegar in my heart, and I also felt that my son was white."

The expression on Mrs. Mo's face stiffened.

She did not expect that the old lady would tease her.

For a time, she was a bit embarrassed.