"What I'm saying is, since you're here, take a seat. It's just a pair of dishes and chopsticks!" Jingjuchuan smiled, pointed to one side and motioned Shen Weilan to sit down.

When Shen Weilan saw Jing Juchuan, he quickly bent over and said hello politely, "Uncle Jing, I'm really sorry to disturb you!"

"No harm! You are Wanjun's daughter. That's my daughter, too. Why bother? " Jingjuchuan smiled and asked the waiter to add dishes and chopsticks.

Jingwan glanced at his father and gave a sullen smile. In his eyes, it meant something unspeakable.

Shen Weilan stood where he was, wondering whether to go forward or back.

She clearly saw the embarrassment in Song Wanjun's eyes.

Maybe... Song Wanjun also thinks she is redundant at this time.

She shouldn't be here. This is a dinner party belonging to the Jing family. What is she here?

But she really refused, but she still fell in jingwan's trap.

Song Wanjun's mobile phone is always carried with him. Where will it fall into jingwan's hands.

Shen Weilan bit her teeth, but it wasn't before or after. Just find a reason to leave.

"Oh, my sister bought silk scarves for my mother!"

"Sky blue, very good! Sure enough, it's my mother's own daughter. I know what my mother likes! "

With that, jingwan turned his head and shook the silk scarf in his hand.

The silk scarf was clenched in the palm of her hand. It was like laughing at herself, especially with jingwan's face.

Shen Weilan quickly smiled and said in a faint voice, "I don't know what to give my mother, so I bought a silk scarf." When Shen Weilan said this, her eyes drifted to song Wanjun several times.

Jingwan nodded, didn't forget to return to his position, picked up a gift box, "sister, do you know what I bought for my mother?"

Shen Weilan shook her head, but she always smiled on her face.

Jingwan opens the gift box in his hand. The light in the box lights up. A necklace is dazzling and beautiful.

Shen Weilan immediately lowered her head. She understood jingwan's meaning.

It's just saying, look at you, mom has a birthday, you give such a cheap thing!

"Mom, this is a gift for you." Jingwan threw Shen Weilan's silk scarf on the ground, turned to song Wanjun, said gently, "Mom, I'll put it on for you."

"Good! Good! " Song Wanjun's eyes were obviously happy.

Jingwan took advantage of the victory and pursued, "Mom, do you prefer your sister's gift or mine?"

Jing Wan raised her eyebrows and hooked song Wanjun's hair when wearing the necklace. Song Wanjun immediately frowned in pain.

Looking at Shen Weilan's line of sight, he smiled and said, "of course..."

"Of course it's a gift. You know, I don't usually wear a silk scarf! The necklace is more practical. When I go out in the future, I will wear the necklace you gave me! "

Shen Weilan gently pursed her lips, and her heart seemed to be torn to pieces, which made her eyes red.

——Blue, do you know what mother likes best? Scarves, sky blue scarves! Red scarves!

——When you grow up and make money, buy silk scarves for your mother! Mom doesn't like those diamond jewelry. Just buy me a silk scarf!

The teenage dialogue was still ringing in her ears. Shen Weilan only felt as if someone had stabbed her in the heart.

This is the reality.

The reality that slapped her and made her have to accept.

"It doesn't matter." With a pale smile on her face, she bent down to pick it up and her voice trembled. "Next time... I'll give it to my mother. It's better. I'll take it first."

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