Song Qiao saw the size of the red envelope and refused directly, "Grandma, it's enough for Qiqi and Xiaotang to accept the red envelope. As a mother, I don't need to accept it."
Mrs. Gu objected, "No matter how big you are, can you be bigger than me?"
As she spoke, she forced the red envelope into Song Qiao's hand, and walked in front with a cane. Her neat steps did not look like she had inconveniences on her legs and feet.
Song Qiao pinched the red envelope and it felt like it was just a thin layer.
Does it just look big?
She was a little suspicious, so she opened the red envelope and took a look, and found that there was actually a check with half a million on it. Song Qiao almost threw it away with trembling hands.
"Oh my God, did the old lady give you so much?" Momo came over, looked at the amount, and was stunned.
Could it be said that this is the work of a wealthy family?
She suddenly became interested and asked Qiqi to open the red envelope and take a look at it. Fortunately, the thickness should be about 10,000. With Song Qiao in comparison, it didn't seem that much.
"I have to pay this money back." Song Qiao reacted.
She chased her out, but the old lady had already left in the car.
Song Qiao looked at the car taillights flashing past in the night, feeling a little annoyed. It seemed she could only find another chance. She sighed, turned around and walked back.
The red envelope in my hand started to become tricky.
Mrs. Gu was so kind to her and was even willing to give her so much money because she was Gu Jingting's girlfriend, but it's completely impossible now...
"Song Qiao."
The man's voice came, carrying the coldness of winter.
Song Qiao frowned and looked around, watching Gu Jingting walk out of the darkness. He was wearing a black coat that reached to his knees, making him look extra tall.
He held a cigarette between his fingertips, and the scarlet flames flickered in and out of the dark night.
"Mr. Gu, why didn't you leave?" Song Qiao asked respectfully.
Gu Jingting paused in his steps. Hearing the two words coming out of Song Qiao's mouth, he felt panicked. This little white-eyed wolf really did what he said.
From the moment I started eating until now, I haven't changed my attitude at all.
He walked up to Song Qiao and handed her a red envelope, "Take it."
Song Qiao lowered her head and stared at it for a moment, then raised her head and said with a smile, "Mr. Gu, are you going to give me a red envelope?" She declined politely. "No reward for no merit, you might as well accept it."
Gu Jingting looked calm, "This is considered a bonus from the boss, just like you helped peel the shrimps just now."
Song Qiao's eyes moved slightly.
She was in a hurry to get down, so she didn't put on an extra coat. After standing for such a while, the cold winter wind seeped into her bones from all directions.
Song Qiao thought for a moment and felt that he had no guilt in taking the money.
As for the employee, what's wrong with the boss giving a reward for a job well done? She simply accepted it generously and said, "Thank you boss for the reward."
Gu Jingting looked at the raised corners of her mouth, moved his fingertips slightly, and resisted the urge to pinch her cheeks.
"Go up." He said calmly.
"OK."
Song Qiao nodded and left without hesitation.
But the eyes falling on her back gradually became hotter and hotter. Song Qiao was a little panicked when he saw her, and in the end, he trotted directly into the elevator.
As the peek behind her disappeared, Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the elevator wall, and opened the red envelope given by Gu Jingting.
"Five million!"
When Song Qiao saw the amount on the check, he felt as if the money was not money.
Gu Jingting and Mrs. Gu's casual move tonight can be worth two or three months of her work. This is when the resources are good.
In the past, this might have been difficult for two or three years.
When they got home, Momo and Zhao Gege had already invited Mrs. An to play mahjong with them. Because they needed someone, they had to arrest the young man in the small hall.
The little guy sat in front of the table, his head almost over the edge of the table, his little face full of seriousness, and he played a card.
"Three barrels."
Momo saw Song Qiao and greeted, "You're back. Come and show me the cards. Aunt An and the others are so powerful. If they're either touching or barring, I'm going to lose."
Mrs. An was modest, "I am also lucky."
Song Qiao walked over, took a look at Momo's cards, and helped play one. This move immediately received condemnation from the small hall next to him and Qiqi.
"Mommy, you are cheating, that's not allowed!" Qiqi waved her little fist and said, "Brother didn't even ask me for help."
Aunt Momo and the others just said that all the money my brother won will be their own arrangement.
Qiqi had already thought about what to do with the money, and when she saw Song Qiao helping, she was naturally anxious.
Xiaotang looked at her silently and held back what he didn't say: Even if he wanted to find someone to help him, he wouldn't ask for help from a little girl like Qiqi. That would probably only lead to him losing faster.
Momo also shouted, "Stinky Qiqi, aunt is about to lose, let your mommy help find out what's wrong."
"It's just not possible!" Qiqi said firmly.
During the quarrel, Zhao Gege threw out a card of seven, and Xiaotang directly pushed the card down, hiding his skills and fame, "I'm sorry, I messed up."
Momo's eyes widened and she stood up with disbelief on her face.
"How is that possible!" Then she grabbed her hair frantically, "How could I lose to a child? Then all the years I have been running around the mahjong field have been in vain?"
The facts are before our eyes, and there is no room for Momo to resist.
She didn't believe in evil and thought this was Xiaotang's good luck. After all, no matter how smart he was, he was still just a child. How could he compare to her, a veteran of many years?
Xiaotang proved with his strength that he can!
For three hours, he won six or seven out of ten games in the small hall. All other people's money at the table went to him, which made Qiqi's eyes brighten.
"That's wrong! How come you win every time?" Momo gritted his teeth.
Xiaotang looked at her, pursed his lips, and said, "I can remember the cards."
Momo's eyes widened, "Have you remembered everything?"
"Well, it's easy to remember." Xiaotang nodded.
The understatement immediately made Momo doubt life again.
She has been playing mahjong for so long that she is considered a veteran, and she has not yet been able to remember the tiles. But Xiaotang just started to learn to play and it didn't take long before she could remember them all.
"Is this the difference between people?" Momo was a little lost.
Qiqi was holding the money in her arms. Seeing her like this, she kindly came over to comfort her, "Aunt Momo, don't be sad. My brother is a genius. How can you compare with him?"
Although Xiaotang has not had his IQ tested yet, everyone thinks he is a genius based on his usual behavior.
Hearing this, Momo finally felt a lot better, "You're right, an ordinary person like me can't compare my IQ with him. I'm fine, I'm okay."
But when she was asked to continue playing mahjong with Xiaotang, she refused again.
In just that moment, I have already lost almost all the money in my pocket. If I continue to play for a while, I will probably have all my hard work this year in vain.
"Okay, let's watch the Spring Festival Gala for a while and get ready to go to bed." Song Qiao said.
It was late, and it was time for Xiaotang and Qiqi to go to bed. She took the two children to clean up and let them watch TV in the living room.
