Spicy wife: Lu Shao, want to hug

Chapter 1250 Where is the child's father?

"Mom, this hairpin was given by Grandma Cathy on my birthday." Lan Zhitong held Lan Jusheng's hand and whispered.

Lan Jusheng patted Lan Zhitong's hand, then turned to Yingzi's mother and said, "Sorry, we don't sell this."

Yingzi's mother, who just took out one hundred yuan, couldn't help but sneered when she heard this, "Isn't the money enough? Then I'll add another hundred!"

As he spoke, he took another hundred yuan out of his wallet and handed it to Lan Jusheng.

Lanjusheng actually hated the behavior of Yingzi's mother, but this is a school, and his face became slightly calm, "I told you, I won't sell it."

"Don't be shameless. This hair clip is too little for me to buy with two hundred yuan. It's okay, three hundred yuan, it's fine." Yingzi's mother took out another hundred yuan.

"Is there something wrong with your comprehension ability, or is it difficult to understand my words? I said, I won't sell it. I won't sell it for any money." The other party's arrogant and disdainful attitude made Lan Jusheng want to respect her, but he couldn't do it. .

Moreover, some things really cannot be measured by money.

This hair clip was specially chosen by an American grandma who lived next door to them when they knew about Lan Zhitong's birthday when they lived in California, USA.

Zhitong has always liked it all these years, it can be said that it is her favorite hairpin.

Maybe the price is not expensive, but the victory is meaningful.

"The things worth tens of dollars are trying to blackmail me?" Na Yingzi said very unhappy.

Lan Jusheng felt that he had nothing to talk to with such people, so he simply ignored them.

The face of Yingzi's mother was instantly ugly. Since their family's business was established with the Mo family a few years ago, few people have ever disrespected her like this.

Yingzi's father pulled Yingzi's mother, "Forget it, let's forget it if they don't want to sell it."

"Let go." Yingzi's mother shook off the man's hand, and found three seats to sit down in displeasure.

But Yingzi was a little unhappy, desperately took Yingzi's mother's hand and said, "Mom, I want it, I want that hairpin, I want..."

"Shut up!" Yingzi's mother yelled angrily, and then seeing Yingzi's aggrieved face, she couldn't help but quickly comforted: "Baby, that kind of thing is a bargain for tens of dollars, and it really doesn't match you. It’s a bit too much. We don’t want it, and mother will buy you better ones later. Any kind of person can only wear what kind of things.”

"But..." Yingzi pouted, but she still thought the hairpin looked better.

But seeing his mother's unhappy look, she still lowered her head and didn't speak again.

Lan Zhitong pursed her mouth, she didn't like those people saying that.

Lan Jusheng touched Zhitong's head and said: "Some things may not be of high value, but they are meaningful, so they are priceless. As for other people's evaluation, you don't need to care about it."

Yingzi's mother snorted coldly, "Poor people are poor, and such a broken thing is still regarded as a priceless treasure."

Obviously, what Lanju gave birth to, in the eyes of Yingzi's mother, became very ridiculous.

Yingzi's mother's business may still be doing well. Seeing that she was angry, several women next to her came forward to comfort her.

By the way, there are two insinuations in the words that Lanjusheng doesn't know what to do.

Lanju's raw face directly blocked the unfriendly eyes from the other side.

She doesn't want to cause trouble, but some people don't think so.

(End of this chapter)