Chapter 1778 Disagree
Wen Ya seemed not to have expected her to react like this.
The attitude is very disrespectful.
Wen Ya was not in a hurry to speak. She picked up the coffee, took a few sips, and then slowly put it down, "Jiaojiao, shouldn't you be polite when you see me?"
< br>"Etiquette?"
Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyes slightly, "What should I call you?"
Wen Ya smiled lightly, looked straight at her, and when she narrowed her eyebrows, she would habitually raise her chin higher. The way she looks at people through the slits in her eyes, it is easy to see from her the sense of superiority of the last century's status level.
Commonly known as feudal dross.
Nan Jiaojiao never likes to see anyone acting domineering in front of her.
Wen Ya is pretending, so she just ignores him.
Just then the waiter brought her milk tea and small cakes, and she started eating them with a fork.
Wen Ya's face suddenly darkened, she secretly clenched her palms, and then quickly calmed down, even deliberately showing a bit of kindness in her eyebrows.
"You seem to have a fond of sweets. Yan Qing took good care of your taste at home before. He is someone I have grown up with, but it is rare that someone will be taken care of by him. "
The implication is that Nan Jiaojiao is just one of them.
Not the only one.
Wen Ya originally thought that at Nan Jiaojiao's age, she would lose her temper if she was provoked, but she seemed to be deaf and ignored her at all. She was not seen wolfing down the food. Instead, there was something deep in her behavior. Contains education and nobility.
How could I have such magnanimity if I hadn't been from a wealthy family since I was a child.
Isn’t she an orphan?
Wen Ya didn't wait for the scene she wanted, and planned to be more explicit. She leaned forward slightly, and before she showed her condescending posture, Nan Jiaojiao happened to raise her head. "Taste it?"
Nan Jiaojiao handed over another fork, "I didn't move the other side."
The corner of Wen Ya's mouth twitched slightly, she pressed the lower lip corner and smiled lightly, "No, I don't like eating very much." Sweet, you can eat it, I’ll wait for you.”
“Oh.”
Nan Jiaojiao put down her fork.
She was just being polite.
After finishing the snacks, half of the milk tea is left.
She said: "I still have work, so excuse me."
After saying that, Nan Jiaojiao picked up half a cup of milk tea and gently opened the chair.
Wen Ya's eyes followed her upwards, and she pursed her lower lip hard, "Jiaojiao, if you really don't understand etiquette, there are many etiquette teachers in the Bo family who I can recommend to you. Look at what you just did. What's wrong, you are disrespectful. If this were in the Bo family, the old man would have refuted you long ago."
Nan Jiaojiao didn't even turn around. She just turned her head half-way, her eyes half-closed and lowered. The face was cold and arrogant.
Wen Ya scolded her, straightened her back, raised her hand and put it on the back of her other hand, and said in a tone of voice: "Before I came, the master specially told me not to save face for you. I thought that because you were young, I was afraid that I hurt you, and I wanted to have a good talk with you. Since you have such an attitude, there is nothing to talk about. Let me just say it—"
Wen Ya looked straight at Nan Jiaojiao: " The door of the Bo family is not easy to enter, and it is not something you can enter. Stop your ambitions as soon as possible. The master does not agree with your marriage to Yan Qing. "
"Do you understand? "< br>
Wen Ya was sitting there, wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, with a white fox cloak on her shoulders. Her hair was neatly tied into a bun on the back of her head, but careful attention was paid to the temples on both sides, which fit the shape of her face. She has been well maintained. At this age, her skin is still like mutton-fat jade. There are only fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She dresses her body in a noble manner, as if she is not looking at people through the slits of her eyes arrogantly. She is not worthy of her. identity.
(End of this chapter)