In her eyes, there was no fanaticism for luxury, not even a happy expression, Kill stared at her without blinking, and asked tentatively, "You don't like these things?" ”

Mishasha pursed her lips.

She used to really like these things, and she also saved money for a month in order to buy a LV bag. However, now, when he held all these things in front of her, she suddenly felt that she had no sense of liking the luxury goods she had chased. Looking at them, it's like looking at dozens of dollars of products on the stall, without any sense of action.

"You don't have to buy me these things." She lowered her head and said.

"I don't know you don't like ......" Kill was a little annoyed, he finally gave her a gift, but it didn't reach her heart, he should have inquired about her preferences before buying something.

This time, it was really a useless exercise.

However, it doesn't matter, if she doesn't like what she didn't send the first time, then send it the second time, and there will always be a time when he can hold what she likes in front of her eyes.

"Whatever you like, I'll buy it for you." His tone was undeterred.

"You don't have to break the bank."

Mishasha promised Kill to stay and give him a chance to take care of their mother and son, and that's it, she didn't want to get involved in any more affection with him.

She is a long-term person, it is not easy to give up once, and there is absolutely no courage to give up again a second time.

So, it's still not good to be impressed, don't start well.

And these valuable gifts must not be accepted.

"Don't break the bank, don't break the bank, whatever you like, I'll give it to you." Kill looked at her persistently and said.

Mishasha lowered her head, unable to see the expression on Kill's face and the look in his eyes at the moment, but she could tell that he was not joking.

He wanted to send something to her.

Whatever his reason, she couldn't take it.

"I'm pregnant now, I just want to raise the baby quietly, I don't need anything else, I can't use it, you don't have to bother." She rejected him after all.

However, Kill didn't hear her refusal.

All he heard was her thoughts at the moment.

Babysitting!

Yes, all her thoughts now should be on the child in her womb, where is she in the mood to dress up and toss those luxuries.

Alas, he was really wrong!

However, it's not a pity, it's not too late to understand now, he will give her the things that are safe for the fetus, and the things that give the baby, she will definitely like it.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and threw all the luxuries in front of her on the ground, "If you don't like it, throw them all away, and I'll replace them for you." ”

He was very thoughtful, and he was worried that these things she didn't like would get in her way, so he helped her sweep away all the things he didn't like, not wanting her good mood to become unpleasant. With a mind in his mind, he turned around and left her room, and as he walked, he did not forget to tell the maid aunt in the villa: "Clean up the room." ”

With that, he strode away.

The maid aunt walked in and was startled when she looked at the luxuries in the place.

"So many luxuries, all of them are new, why are they all thrown on the ground."

Working in a rich family, the only thing that has increased is her own eyesight and knowledge, many of these luxury brands, she knows, each of them is enough for her salary for most of the year, and it is worth a lot of money, and now she regrets seeing them all thrown on the ground as garbage.

As he went up to pick up those beautiful luxuries, he said, "Madam, I'll help you tidy up and put them in the cupboard." ”

"No, I don't."

Seeing the maid aunt looking at those things with a distressed look, Mishasha knew that she liked those luxury goods, thinking that KIll had just said that she would throw away all these things, and asked the maid aunt to clean up the room, obviously planning to throw away all these things, thinking that it was a pity, and the maid aunt liked it again, so she said: "Auntie, if you like it, take it all." ”

The maid aunt looked at Mishasha in disbelief: "Madam, do you really want to give me these things?" ”

It's incredible!

There were so many valuable things, and they were all brand new, and my wife didn't even want them, but gave them all to her......

God, she didn't hear it wrong, did she?

"Well, if you like it, take it all." Mishasha said.

In the end, it's all Kill to throw away, and it's better to throw it away in vain, than to fulfill others.

"Okay, okay, thank you ma'am, thank you ma'am!" The maid combed through the words of thanks, and then went out of the bedroom in a panic, went to the nanny's room to get a large woven bag, and put all these expensive luxuries into the woven bag.

While happily tidying up, I thought in my heart which ones should be kept for myself, which ones should be given to my daughter, which ones should be given to my daughter-in-law, and which ones could be resold for money, and I had a plan in my heart.

Mishasha was lying on the bed, watching the maid aunt happily carrying such a big woven bag, and couldn't help asking: "Auntie, is it heavy, otherwise, you call someone to help you, don't be tired." ”

After all, it's fifty years old.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can handle it."

The maid aunt picked up the woven bag and carried it on her shoulder, with a happy smile on her face.

What she is carrying is a mountain of gold, how can she be tired!

Mishasha saw that her legs and feet were neat, and there was no obstacle to walking, so she relaxed.

Watching the maid aunt leave, her mother from her hometown town appeared in front of her eyes.

Both his father and mother were farmers, and later, after they were hired to work in a factory, they moved to live in a small town. The things in the factory are said to be tired or not, and those who are not tired are tired, in short, intellectuals who are not working in the office are completely working with one hand.

My mother retired two years ago, receiving a meager pension, and my father continued to work in the factory, receiving a fixed income every month.

She has watched her father and mother work hard since she was a child, so she swore in her heart that she must get ahead and change her fate.

Because of this determination, she has to be strong in everything, from childhood to adulthood, study hard, and get a scholarship that everyone envies every semester to help her family fill some household expenses. Later, with more and more scholarships, she could pay for her own tuition, save some money, and work a few odd jobs, even enough for living expenses.

She grew up in such an environment, and until now, her temperament has basically not changed, and she is the same.

"Okay, okay, thank you ma'am, thank you ma'am!" The maid combed through the words of thanks, and then went out of the bedroom in a panic, went to the nanny's room to get a large woven bag, and put all these expensive luxuries into the woven bag.

While happily tidying up, I thought in my heart which ones should be kept for myself, which ones should be given to my daughter, which ones should be given to my daughter-in-law, and which ones could be resold for money, and I had a plan in my heart.

Mishasha was lying on the bed, watching the maid aunt happily carrying such a big woven bag, and couldn't help asking: "Auntie, is it heavy, otherwise, you call someone to help you, don't be tired." ”

After all, it's fifty years old.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can handle it."

The maid aunt picked up the woven bag and carried it on her shoulder, with a happy smile on her face.

What she is carrying is a mountain of gold, how can she be tired!

Mishasha saw that her legs and feet were neat, and there was no obstacle to walking, so she relaxed.

Watching the maid aunt leave, her mother from her hometown town appeared in front of her eyes.

Both his father and mother were farmers, and later, after they were hired to work in a factory, they moved to live in a small town. The things in the factory are said to be tired or not, and those who are not tired are tired, in short, intellectuals who are not working in the office are completely working with one hand.

My mother retired two years ago, receiving a meager pension, and my father continued to work in the factory, receiving a fixed income every month.

She has watched her father and mother work hard since she was a child, so she swore in her heart that she must get ahead and change her fate.

Because of this determination, she has to be strong in everything, from childhood to adulthood, study hard, and get a scholarship that everyone envies every semester to help her family fill some household expenses. Later, with more and more scholarships, she could pay for her own tuition, save some money, and work a few odd jobs, even enough for living expenses.

She grew up in such an environment, and until now, her temperament has basically not changed, and she is the same.

"Okay, okay, thank you ma'am, thank you ma'am!" The maid combed through the words of thanks, and then went out of the bedroom in a panic, went to the nanny's room to get a large woven bag, and put all these expensive luxuries into the woven bag.

While happily tidying up, I thought in my heart which ones should be kept for myself, which ones should be given to my daughter, which ones should be given to my daughter-in-law, and which ones could be resold for money, and I had a plan in my heart.

Mishasha was lying on the bed, watching the maid aunt happily carrying such a big woven bag, and couldn't help asking: "Auntie, is it heavy, otherwise, you call someone to help you, don't be tired." ”

After all, it's fifty years old.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can handle it."

The maid aunt picked up the woven bag and carried it on her shoulder, with a happy smile on her face.

What she is carrying is a mountain of gold, how can she be tired!

Mishasha saw that her legs and feet were neat, and there was no obstacle to walking, so she relaxed.

Watching the maid aunt leave, her mother from her hometown town appeared in front of her eyes.

Both his father and mother were farmers, and later, after they were hired to work in a factory, they moved to live in a small town. The things in the factory are said to be tired or not, and those who are not tired are tired, in short, intellectuals who are not working in the office are completely working with one hand.

My mother retired two years ago, receiving a meager pension, and my father continued to work in the factory, receiving a fixed income every month.

She has watched her father and mother work hard since she was a child, so she swore in her heart that she must get ahead and change her fate.