Chapter 633 This is the taste of money

threw? That's 18,000!

Fu Xiaowan's mouth twitched wildly, her face full of confusion.

"Throw it away?" Fu Xiaowan asked tentatively after hesitating for a moment.

"Yes." O Yilin nodded.

"That's still staying..." After thinking about it, Fu Xiaowan said.

Seeing Fu Xiaowan accept the gift, Ou Yilin was overjoyed, he bent down again, and took out a box of cosmetics from the gift bag: Chanel.

"Also?" Fu Xiaowan's mouth twitched wildly.

"Also!" As she spoke, Ou Yilin bent down again...

LV, Chanel, Gucci...

Looking at the luxury goods in front of her, Fu Xiaowan's eyes have gone from panic at first to completely numb now.

Seeing Fu Xiaowan, who had been overwhelmed by luxury goods, Qin Lin felt a little indignant.

They are both parents, why are they treated so poorly?

"Son, look at others, you don't know how to buy something for your dad when you go to Yanjing!" Qin Lin turned his head and gave Qin Luo a vicious look.

You may not believe it when you say it, but I paid for these things.

Qin Luo wanted to tell the truth, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them down.

It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I dare not say it.

If it's three or five hundred yuan, it's okay to say, but these gifts add up to more than 100,000!

Qin Luo was afraid that if he said it, his parents would shove him out of the house directly, and according to Qin Luo's intuition, the possibility was not small!

The reason is very simple. Just half a year ago, they were still rushing to make a living. When it comes to money, what Fu Xiaowan has always adopted is to save as much as possible.

If she knew that Qin Luo had spent hundreds of thousands on luxury goods, it would be possible to expel Qin Luo from the Qin family in a fit of anger.

"Uncle, this is for you." At this moment, Ou Yilin took out a belt from the gift bag and brought it to Qin Lin.

"I have that too?"

"Of course." During the conversation, a lot of gifts filled Qin Lin's arms.

Qin Lin took a deep breath and a bright smile appeared on his face.

This is what money tastes like...

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In the evening, Qin Lin made a table, and the house was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

Qin Lin rarely took out his treasures from the cabinet for many years, and gave Qin Luo and himself a generation.

"40-year-old wine, let's have a drink." Qin Lin said cheerfully.

40 years?

Qin Luo's eyelids jumped: "Really 40 years?"

"Really 40 years!" Qin Lin nodded.

"Cough, Dad, I want to ask you a question, will the wine expire?"

Qin Lin: "..."

If possible, he would like to slap Qin Luo to death.

"Cough, I'm joking." While speaking, Qin Luo picked up the wine glass and touched his father.

"Dry!"

Looking at the two men who were drinking, a faint smile appeared on Fu Xiaowan's face.

"Drink less, and drink too much is bad for your health."

"It's alright, I'm happy today." Qin Lin waved his hand and poured another glass of white wine into his stomach.

"You can't drink too much when you're happy, and you Qin Luo, don't patronize drinking with your father, eat more food." Fu Xiaowan smiled and served her son's food.

One chopstick after another, the dishes in Qin Luo's bowl soon piled up like a mountain.

"Cough, Mom, I'll just do it myself." Looking at the hill in the bowl, Qin Luo couldn't help laughing.

My mother, she was so enthusiastic that Qin Luo couldn't stand it.

"Eat more, look how thin you are."

Qin Luo felt that this sentence made sense for the first time every time he gained three pounds during the festive season.