Qin Shuyi was in a good mood to appreciate Yan Yufei's jealousy of Qiao Xu's distorted face for a while, and said:

"The day after tomorrow is Old Man Lin's birthday, let's hurry up and pick a heavier gift, at the very least, we can't lose to Qiao Xu."

Although her dislike for this oil bottle was no less than Qiao Xu's, in comparison, it would be more beneficial for her if this oil bottle could marry her son.

Qiao Xu's slut didn't take her mother-in-law in her eyes at all, how could she let such a woman be her daughter-in-law.

This oil bottle is different, she can marry Mo Qing by relying on her, she doesn't dare to be disrespectful to her mother-in-law, and Lao Yan knows that she can help her daughter successfully marry into the Lu family, and she will definitely be impressed by her.

Now, after Yan Yufei knew who was standing behind Qiao Xu, where was she still in the mood to pick a gift.

People congratulated her grandfather on his birthday, and Lu Moqing paid for her with 10 million.

And what about her?

I have to take out the money I earned from my hard work and filming.

In contrast, the more sour the emotion becomes.

She even wanted to rush to Lu Moqing to confess to him right now and tell her how much she loved him.

And this kind of thinking became more and more intense in her heart, even to the point of being out of control.

Qin Shuyi saw the strange light in her eyes, but she couldn't guess what such a light meant.

But she was not in a hurry to know, in short, it must be Qiao Xu who this oil bottle is dealing with now, not her.

If you can use this oil bottle to deal with Qiao Xu, this oil bottle is also cleaned up by Mo Qing by the way, then it would be the best.

In the future, without this oil skin to provoke around Lao Yan, her life in the Yan family will be much more comfortable.

Thinking like this, she began to pinch Yan Yufei more and more eagerly and quietly.

Yan Yufei turned her head to look at the store that had been waiting dutifully to serve customers, and walked to the counter with no interest.

Looking at the rows of valuable antiques on the mahogany shelves, I thought that since Mr. Lin likes calligraphy, it is appropriate to give an inkstone.

Anyway, what she sent couldn't compare to Qiao Xu's 10 million Zhao Mengfu copybook, so she just sent one casually.

"Just the inkstone."

Yan Yufei pointed to an inkstone in the glass cabinet and said to the store manager.

"Okay, please wait."

The store manager took out the inkstone, and according to the usual practice, he wanted to explain to the customer the origin of the things that the customer wanted to buy, and then he listened to the store manager:

"This square inkstone came from the Northern Song Dynasty, it was the imperial inkstone used by Huizong of the Song Dynasty, and the thin gold body he created back then was used in this square inkstone......"

Yan Yufei gave the old man this inkstone, but it was just to his liking, and she was not interested in listening to the origin of this inkstone or something, and the store manager was interrupted by her raising her hand halfway through what she said.

"Okay, how much is it, wrap it up for me."

As he spoke, he took out the bank card from his bag and was about to hand it to the store manager, but when he heard the price the store manager said, he subconsciously took the bank card back.

"Two million?"

Yan Yufei's first reaction was that this shop slaughtered people, and the inkstone used to grind ink on such a side cost 2 million.

But thinking of the fame of "Dragon Pavilion" in the industry, she still couldn't bear to say it.

But even if she didn't say it, the store manager wouldn't be so stupid as to guess what she was thinking when she looked at her eyes and reacted, and he was quite disdainful in his heart.