The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 1187 New Year's greetings (2)

When He Yan went out with his mother, Tang Xin was busy washing the dishes in the kitchen. Before he went out, he was in a bad mood because he didn't get a kiss from his wife.

When she came to Zhao Yunjing's house, Mrs. Zhao was sitting on the kang, waiting for her grandchildren to greet her one by one.

He Yan and his mother came over on the first day of junior high school, which surprised Mrs. Zhao.

"Are you coming here today?"

He Yan's mother put the things on the ground and nodded: "Didn't Guan Ning come over tomorrow? I was thinking about coming over to see you today, and let He Yan come over by himself tomorrow."

Guan Ning was inevitably a little nervous when he came here for the first time, he was familiar with the congratulatory words, and he could be emboldened by the congratulatory words.

"kindness."

The old lady Zhao responded in a neutral manner, and asked He Yan to sit down and chat with He Yan's mother.

He Yan's mother raised her eyes to look at the old lady Zhao, and then turned her eyes to look at the nephews staying in the room: "You all go out and play, I will talk to your grandma for a while."

How could He Yan's mother not know that her mother had something to tell her?

Judging by the look on her face, she could tell that Zhao Yunjing's matter must have aroused her mother's dissatisfaction.

He Yan didn't get up. After all, this matter is related to his family's affairs. He is here, and his grandmother can't say too much about his wife.

The young people in the room glanced at each other and then slipped out.

They were not children either. When their aunt said this, she must have said something that they were not allowed to hear, lest they should say it.

"This time, tell me."

He Yan's mother sat aside and rolled cigarettes for her mother, signaling the old lady to express her dissatisfaction.

"If you say that, I won't be polite."

The old lady Zhao put down the cigarette bag in her hand, and glanced at He Yan with a calm expression: "Yun Jing came back last time and told us that she borrowed 1000 yuan from He Yan's wife to invest. Why don't you know we will hear?"

Hearing this, He Yan's mother sighed and put down the dry tobacco in her hand.

"I'm telling you, of course you will stop me; I'm not talking about you, you should stop worrying about your age. You said where did you get the money in your hand, and who usually provides you with food and clothing?"

"Just give your grandson some money for nothing. Yun Jing makes money to pay it back. What's your problem?"

The reason why Zhao Yunjing cut it first and played it later was because her parents listened to the old man, and the old man was a bit biased and valued money, so he would not agree to her investment.

I didn't know that I would be home, so I signed it directly.

"What's wrong with me? I raised her parents so much, why don't I ask for some money?"

The old lady is probably old, and she feels a little like an old child.

In the past, He Yan's mother didn't think her mother was unreasonable, but now she felt that she was a bit like a monk meeting a soldier.

"You should support your granddaughter saving a dowry for herself, after all, she didn't take any money from the family."

Although it is normal to have a small support for the elderly.

But her father is still there, and there are uncles and aunts on top, so it is not her turn to pay for the elderly.

"Don't talk about that, I haven't talked about you yet? Your daughter-in-law asked your brother-in-law's girl to be the store manager, why don't you let your own niece be the store manager, who will kiss you?"

He Yan who was sitting on the side frowned when he heard the old lady say that.

He looked up at his mother to see her attitude.

Who would have imagined that his mother would lower her head and roll a cigarette, and she had no intention of taking care of his grandmother at all.

He couldn't help looking at the corner of his lips, he turned his head and coughed lightly, pretending not to see it.

(End of this chapter)