hello cold husband

Chapter 209 Paper Tigers and Real Tigers (1)

The smile that Yunmo gave Qiao Xiaoan was like the sun rising in the snow-capped mountains, it was extremely gentle.

Facing his smile, she clenched his hand even more, held her head high together with him, and strode towards grandpa and the others.

The two sisters-in-law over there are still arguing.

It seems that there is still a lot of quarrel.

"Second brother, I worked hard and paid for it, but the result is still thankless?"

"It's not that you don't know that our family is not as good as yours. The extra three tables are only 3000 yuan."

"3000 yuan is also money, why should we pay?"

"Didn't your family, Fanfan, marry into a wealthy family? Can't you still get the 3000 yuan?"

"..." Chen Hong was left speechless by the question.

3000 yuan is not much.

But today is not what it used to be.

Chen Hong also knew about Yuan Yifan's fake pregnancy.

It will be even more difficult for their family to gain any benefits from the Chu family in the future.

In Chen Hong's heart, she suddenly felt ashamed and annoyed, as if someone had exposed her.

But at this time, Yuan Er's daughter-in-law added fuel to the fire again, "Chen Hong, it's not that Fanfan of your family married into a wealthy family, but has been suffering from the Chu family, right?"

"..." With this question, Chen Hong was even more speechless.

"A sparrow is a sparrow, and it is wishful thinking to fly on a branch and become a phoenix."

At this moment, old man Yuan, who was furious in his heart, suddenly roared.

Although the voice is old, it is also very powerful.

"enough!"

Madam Yuan also looked at her two sons and daughter-in-law disappointedly.

"Today is your father's [-]th birthday, and the two of us pay for it ourselves."

"Dad, Mom, that's not what it means." The two sons are strictly wives, and when they finally saw the old man getting angry, one of them expressed his opinion, "We will add three private rooms."

"Manager, let's add three private rooms, and pay now."

"Mr. Yuan, I'm really sorry. Today is the weekend, and all the rooms in the hotel's lobby are fully booked. The three tables just now have also been booked."

Perhaps it was because Yun Mo was born with a powerful aura.

He walked in front of the crowd with Qiao Xiaoan on his arm, and the aura of arrogance all over him immediately overwhelmed those around him.

Everyone's eyes also looked at the past at the same time.

"Young Master Yun!"

The first to speak out was the lobby manager of the hotel.

Yun Shao is a frequent visitor here, and he has booked the most luxurious boxes here all year round, and the price of those boxes is several times higher than that of ordinary boxes.

Therefore, everyone who has worked in Yuyan Hotel knows Yun Shao.

Yun Mo's gaze just passed over the lobby manager, and fell on Mr. Yuan very sincerely and docilely, and he also held Qiao Xiaoan's hand even tighter.

"Grandpa, Qiao Qiao and I came back together to celebrate your birthday. I wish you good health and good luck in everything."

Mr. Yuan is about the same age as Mr. Yeyun, but he looks older than Mr. Yun, with a gray beard and old-fashioned reading glasses. He looks like a scholar, and he seems to have a lot of pen and ink in his stomach.When he met Yun Mo's eyes, the previous anger disappeared in an instant. After looking at Yun Mo for a few times, he seemed to be deeply attracted by his demeanor and temperament.

Nodding again and again.

Finally, smiling eyes looked at Qiao Xiaoan again, "You have a good eye, kid."

It means that she found a good husband.

Qiao Xiaoan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "Grandpa, happy birthday."

Then, Dai Yunmo handed over a generous red envelope.

This red envelope is stamped, and it is as big as a document bag, and it is bulging.

Yuan Meili was the first to jump out and introduce her son-in-law to Mr. Yuan, how good and how great he is.

Mr. Yuan also nodded frequently.

Instead, Chen Hong who was at the side felt that he was suddenly a lot shorter.

At this time, even the lobby manager of the hotel was a little dumbfounded.

"Young Master Yun, it turns out that Mr. Yuan is Mrs. Yun's grandfather. I offended you before. I'm really sorry."

"..." Yun Mo looked at the hotel manager, his gaze became cold.

"Young Master Yun, I'll call right now and give up the box at Sanna table to Mr. Yuan."

Yun Mo glanced at the manager lightly, "No need. Give up the Tingyuxuan, Furong Hall, and Wangyue Building, which I have booked all the year round on the second floor, for grandpa's birthday celebration."

"But Young Master Yun..."

"You don't want to tell me that the box I have booked all year round has also been booked by you for other guests?"

"No, no, how dare you, the wing that Young Master Yun has hired all the year round has been prepared for you. It's just the price..."

"I sign the bill."

"That's fine, we'll arrange it now, right away. Mr. Yuan, I hope you will forgive me for the unpleasantness before, Haihan."

Finally, there was no need to squeeze in the hall, so Mr. Yuan was naturally satisfied, so he told the manager that it was okay.

After the hotel staff retreated to arrange boxes, Yun Mo asked Ade to bring a painting, which was wrapped in a long and exquisite box.

Yun Mo let go of Qiao Xiaoan's hand, and after taking the painting, he lowered his head slightly, holding the box in both hands and presenting it respectfully in front of Old Master Yuan.

"Grandpa, I heard from Qiao Qiao that you like calligraphy and painting. This painting is Qi Baishi's early pictures of birds and animals. I hope you like it."

Hearing that it was Qi Baishi's painting, Mr. Yuan's eyes suddenly became a little more appreciative.After Yun Mo understood, he opened the box and slowly pulled out a scroll of paintings.

The ink-colored pictures of birds and animals, with a strong scent of books, spread in front of everyone.

"Grandpa, you are the vice president of the D City Calligraphy Research Institute, you must recognize this painting."

"Good painting, good painting, it was indeed painted by Qi Baishi in his early years, the authentic work."

"As long as grandpa likes it, I specially gave it to grandpa. I wish you good luck, long life and good health."

Qiao Xiaoan stood aside, muttering in his heart.

She didn't tell Ah Mo that her grandfather is the vice president of the D City Calligraphy Research Institute.

How did Amo know?
It's so weird.

Unless, before coming here, Ah Mo knew about it on purpose.

On the side, Grandpa and Ah Mo are still studying the painting, each of them looks like an expert.

As for Yun Mo, he changed from his usual cool and cold demeanor, and looked like a respectful junior in front of his grandfather.

Qiao Xiaoan saw it, and felt even more joyful.

If it wasn't for Ah Mo who cared about her, how could he deliberately understand Grandpa's preferences and please him.

Thinking about it, I feel flattered.

Although Mr. Yuan liked Qiao Baishi's painting, it was too expensive, so he packed it up and put it in an exquisite long brocade box, and handed it back to Yun Mo.

"It's too expensive, I can't accept it."

"Grandpa, this is a wish from Qiaoqiao and me, you must accept it."

"I've taken the idea, you can take it back. If I can take a look at it, I'll be content."

"Grandpa, who do you think is more precious than this painting or Jojo?"

(End of this chapter)