Chapter 1001 Working Hard to Prepare a Dowry Gift

As soon as these words came out, the whole living room was quiet.

Not to mention girls, Zhong Yi, a boy, wants to marry after hearing this.

With a look of admiration on his face, he raised the thumb of the other hand and put his hands together.

The third brother is awesome! ! !

Mrs. Han can see Qi Moye's heart for Bai Chuxiao far better than Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Han held the teacup and blew a breath, the tea in the cup fluctuated accordingly, she drank tea in a leisurely manner.

As expected of her grandson.

Mrs. Yan originally had a lot of questions to ask, but now Qi Moye's attitude was invisibly blocking all her questions.

Mrs. Yan was silent for a moment, "Okay, if you have the guts, is that some dowry gift, you can afford it?"

Qi Moye: "Yes."

Hearing this, Mrs. Han had a bad feeling.

Mrs. Yan didn't take Mrs. Han seriously at all, and then asked, "If the dowry is for you in the south, will you give it?"

Mrs. Han's eyes flickered slightly, as expected.

As a friend, the two sides know each other very well.

She had already guessed that this day would come, so Mrs. Han talked to Qi Moye from the very beginning.

In the future, the north and the south will confront each other, so Qi Moye will put the south first.

For example, if Bai Chuxiao is the head of the northern hall, then he has to be the young master of the south, not her boyfriend.

Zhong Yi hissed.

My mother, how dare I say it, when his grandma doesn't exist?

Also, if you are not arrogant or unfeeling, you are not Mrs. Yan!

Bai Chuxiao frowned, "Grandma, you're going too far."

Madam Yan's eyes turned cold, "I didn't talk to you."

"I'm not your bargaining chip." Bai Chuxiao retorted.

"I want to marry my granddaughter, what's the matter with the dowry?"

Bai Chuxiao lowered her eyes. She knew earlier that if she wanted to be with Qi Moye, one of the north and the south must bow their heads. What should be faced, will be faced after all, "But..."

"Enough." Madam Yan interrupted, "I want to hear his answer."

Qi Moye's expression was calm, his eyes didn't fluctuate, and he was just about to answer.

Mrs. Han took the lead, "Are you selling your granddaughter, or marrying your granddaughter?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Madam Yan was indifferent.

"You're asking the wrong person. The founder of Nanfang is here. It's not the younger generation's turn to make the decision." Mrs. Han replied.

The implication is that Qi Moye agrees, and her consent is also required.

Mrs. Han knew what Qi Moye did.

Life can be given, let alone the south?

Has been blinded.

For Bai Chuxiao, Qi Moye would bow his head and do everything. If Madam Yan wanted to, wouldn't this old witch empty out his family?

Mrs. Yan was firm, "Why, my granddaughter isn't worth a little Nannan? Then she might not be happy if she married. Show your sincerity."

"The tone is not small, what do you give as a dowry?" Mrs. Han asked.

Madam Yan flicked her sleeves, "You decide on the dowry, and then come talk to me."

Madam Yan looked at Bai Chuxiao, "Clean up and go back with me. From today on, I won't care about it during the day, but I'm not allowed to stay out at night."

A girl, what do you say?

Bai Chuxiao could understand grandma's mood, she pouted, "Oh."

Afterwards, Bai Chuxiao went upstairs and packed her things.

Qi Moye went to help her.

Bai Chuxiao didn't pack much.

Not allowed to spend the night outside, it's nothing, now that the antidote is settled, the north and the south are not very far away, there are plenty of time and opportunities to meet.

Bai Chuxiao was afraid that Qi Moye would be under psychological pressure.

She put down her clothes, stood in front of Qi Moye, and looked up at him, "I'm sorry, my grandma is like this, don't worry, just pretend you didn't hear what she said."

"It's okay." For Qi Moye, it was one step closer.

Mrs. Yan gave them a chance to get married, otherwise she would not offer a dowry.

Bai Chuxiao blinked, "Really?"

"I'll try," he said.

"Ok?"

The man put his big palm on the back of the girl's head, bent down, and put a superficial kiss on her lips.

"Work hard to prepare the dowry." Accompanied by his breath, he leaned close to her ear, and said a few words in a low voice, "go to marry you."

...

While they were packing up, the smoke between Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Han downstairs continued.

Madam Yan put down her teacup, too lazy to talk to Madam Han.

Her gaze fell on Zhong Yi inadvertently, and then she stopped.

The boy looked familiar.

It was the first time Zhong Yi saw Mrs. Yan, and after being sized up by Mrs. Yan, he felt stared at by the class teacher and dared not move.

I don't know what I did wrong, I shouldn't have offended the old man...

When Zhong Yi could hardly bear the pressure, Mrs. Yan's voice came, "What's your name?"

"Ah?" Zhong Yi was a little confused, as if he didn't introduce himself, he smiled, "My name is Zhong Yi."

Zhong Yi.

Mrs. Han has no son, so she takes her mother's surname?

Mrs. Yan finally remembered who Zhong Yi looked like.

Like Mrs. Han's youngest daughter, Zhong Yue.

Even their personalities are similar, very cheerful, Zhong Yi is Zhong Yue's child?

Madam Yan's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Madam Han's eyes darkened slightly, "Xiao Yi, come here."

Zhong Yi was very obedient and walked behind Mrs. Han.

Madam Yan realized something, looked at Zhong Yi again, and said nothing.

Bai Chuxiao finished packing and went downstairs.

Bai Chuxiao said hello to Mrs. Han, then said goodbye to Qi Moye and Zhongyi, see you tomorrow.

After Bai Chuxiao and Madam Yan left, Madam Han talked with Qi Moye.

She knew her grandson well, and didn't beat around the bush, "If I hadn't said anything just now, would you have agreed?"

Qi Moye acquiesced.

Mrs. Han is right, she is the founder, and he is not alone in making decisions about this kind of thing.

"Confused." Mrs. Han said it countless times, but Qi Moye didn't listen to it once, "You don't know what kind of person Mrs. Yan is, she just digs a hole for you to jump in."

Qi Moye said in three simple words, "I admit it."

Mrs. Han was speechless for a while.

Do you want beauty but not country?

"In ancient times, you were a faint king." Mrs. Han shook her head helplessly.

Zhong Yi burst out laughing, "Yes, yes, yes, the third brother was a proper fool in ancient times, so he must be the prince of Fenghuo Opera."

Qi Moye didn't care, he called, "Grandma."

Mrs. Han knew what he was going to say, and didn't give him a chance, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

...

The car stopped in the north.

The driver took out the suitcase for Bai Chuxiao.

Bai Chuxiao followed Madam Yan.

Madam Yan still couldn't help it, she stopped, and asked Bai Chuxiao with a straight face, "Have you taken any safety measures?"

"..."

Bai Chuxiao blushed, "Grandma, it's not what you think, we are..."

Before she could say anything innocent, she was interrupted coldly by Mrs. Yan, "I can bear it."

In Madam Yan's view, Bai Chuxiao's expression meant 'no action was taken'.

Bai Chuxiao was tired, "I..."

Madam Yan suppressed her anger, "What are you, are you going to take medicine?"

"..."

Madam Yan didn't seem to want to see her at all, so as not to be upset, she turned and walked forward with a cold face, and said, "If you have it, you will be born."