Luo Luo wanted to shake her claws at this moment, but after looking at the people around him, he felt that he should not make too much trouble, so he had to stop and see what Mrs. Yu was talking about.
Mrs. Yu looked around and pointed to the place where Jiang Anya was next to her, "You go there and have a walk, I'll tell you, although Zhuozi doesn't need these interpersonal relationships in the military, but in our family, your uncle, except for the military.
They are still in politics! You can deal with those people more and you can get along in the future."
Luo Luo barely suppressed his temper, "Okay, I understand, mom."
"That's right. Don't get together with friends all day long. What can they bring to you?! Let me tell you, it's still the people over there..."
"Mom, who do you think is a friend?" Luo Luo frowned and his tone became hard.
Mrs. Yu snorted coldly, and glanced at the place where Mojiu and Zhang Lulu were, and the disdain in her eyes was revealed.
Luo Luo's tone was solemn, "Zhang Lulu, you should know him. He is Gong Chen's wife. There is still Mo Jiu, who is the only daughter of the Mo family. How can he be considered a friend?"
"Tsk~" Mrs. Yu despised her, "Madam? Because she had a child, she threatened the shameless woman who entered the Gong family. What kind of wife is she? And her belly is too unsatisfied. She has been married for more than four years.
I've just got pregnant again. I don't know if this baby is a man or a woman. And have you seen that what Gong Chen really likes, but Ye Meimei, Zhang Lulu, I don't know how long he can stay in Mrs. Gong's identity.
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Mrs. Yu despises Zhang Lulu, and looks down on Mojiu, "As for Mojiu, who doesn't know that the Mo family's property has been given to her stepfather? I thought the child was unstable back then. Look, her mother was just dying.
She didn't leave a penny for her."
As he said that, Mrs. Yu pointed at Mo Jiu and said, "I have not been in China for five years. I said I have gone abroad. Who knows where I went? Look at the poor look, and I don't even have a serious brand of clothes. Come and participate in this.
When planting a banquet, you can see what she wears?"
Mo Jiu wore a cheongsam today, which was in novel style and very beautiful.
So Luo Luo subconsciously spoke: "What's wrong with her wearing?"
Mrs. Yu curled her lips again, "I don't know which parallel store I bought this cheongsam. I've never seen that style before. If you look at it, there is not even a trademark. This means it's not a serious brand.
Maybe it was bought casually from a roadside stall! But these days, the imitation clothes on the roadside stalls are really good, and the clothes are really like silk..."
No wonder Mrs. Yu didn't know Mojiu's clothes.
It's really Mojiu's clothes, the style is too simple and generous, completely different from the popular cheongsam style. After living in F Country for five years, Mojiu has become accustomed to the luxury of Rice.
All her clothes are customized, and there is no brand. That's because the factory only customizes clothes for their family.
If the price of this cheongsam that Mrs. Yu looked down upon was revealed, I am afraid that the people in the entire venue would be shocked.
Luo Luo actually doesn’t know where Mojiu has been these years, and she has never studied luxury goods, so she believes Mrs. Yu’s words, but what if she believes it?
Mojiu is her friend, what should Mojiu do with money?
Luo Luo broke free from Mrs. Yu's pull, "Mom, I'll go there first."
After saying this, he walked towards Mo Jiu and Zhang Lulu with a cold face.