Lin Shao's prodigal daughter-in-law

Chapter 121 Annan with a Headache
"Hurry up, hurry up." Lan Yiqing has long fantasized about this day, dreaming that one day she can go shopping arm in arm with her daughter-in-law, and today this dream has finally come true, she is so happy, this child Annan, she is more and more The more she likes it, she must let her son settle down early, otherwise she will cry if she is snatched away by another man.

While An Nan entered to change clothes, Lan Yiqing took out her mobile phone and sent a warning text message to her son: "Stinky boy, hurry up and marry him back home, if someone snatches you away, I will strangle you to death."

A certain man who saw the text message raised his eyebrows helplessly: "Is this the so-called having a wife but no son?"

Just entering the dressing room, Annan didn't see clearly what clothes she was holding in her hand. When she took a closer look, she couldn't help but twitched. The skirt turned out to be a skirt, and she sat down on the seat in the dressing room. On her face, she looked distressed.

Why is it a skirt? You know, she hasn't worn a skirt since she went abroad to study. Annan felt embarrassed when she thought of how she looked in a skirt.

After all, he couldn't bear to let his elders down, so Annan changed into a skirt and walked out of the dressing room.

Lan Yiqing, who was waiting outside, saw the figure coming out of the locker room, her eyes lit up, "Nan Nan, you look so pretty in the dress."

The woman in front of her was tall and slender, and her figure perfectly reflected the curve of the skirt.

Thinking of something, Lan Yiqing quickly took out her phone and turned on the camera function, took a quick photo of Annan, and then sent all the photos she just took to her son via WeChat.

Lin Mubai had just returned his thoughts to work, and was concentrating on reading a document of a recent development project, when the vibration of the mobile phone on the table broke his thoughts.

When he picked up his phone and saw the photo sent by his mother, he couldn't look away.

In his memory, the woman had never worn a skirt, and the first time he met was at a coffee shop on the Champs-Elysees Avenue in the United States. The top was a white down jacket, and the bottom was a pair of blue skinny jeans, which outlined her straight legs. Every time we met later, apart from that handsome uniform, or a simple T-shirt and jeans, it was the first time I saw her in a skirt. Lin Mubai stared at the mobile phone without blinking. The figure of the man was no longer in the mood to work, so he simply stood up, holding the coat in one hand and the phone in the other,

Slender, fair fingers quickly swipe on the phone screen: "Mom, wait for me to pay for the dress."

When Lan Yiqing received her son's WeChat message, the corner of Lan Yiqing's mouth flashed triumphantly, as expected, there was drama, there was drama.

An Nan still stood awkwardly in front of Lan Yiqing, a little at a loss.

"Mother Lan, what's the matter?" Why did she smile so treacherously, which gave her a bad feeling.

"It's okay, it's okay." She was going to surprise her future daughter-in-law, so she didn't tell her for a while, that person will be here soon, but how can she delay the time so that the other party doesn't notice?Lan Yiqing's clever brain turned quickly: "Nannan, you look good in skirts, go and try on these." Saying this, Lan Yiqing handed the skirt she just picked out on her wrist to the other party.

Seeing the several skirts hooked around his wrists, Annan felt an urge to run away.

But who can blame this, if you want to blame it, blame her for being soft-hearted, never learning to reject elders.

(End of this chapter)