Chapter 162 Having a daughter-in-law and forgetting her mother

Talia immediately understood what Ayan meant.

She smiled lightly and said, "Of course I want it, will you give it to me?"

Ayan hooked his lips and smiled: “Let's see how you do."

Talia did not speak, just a faint look at him, then turned to take

Camille's arm, with a complaint tone: “Cami, look at him even such a

small hobby can not satisfy me as a mother, you are his wife, you have

to give me the decision to do so. *

Camille froze, especially when the word "wife" came out of her mouth,

causing Camille's cheeks to flush.

Camille pursed her lips and whispered, "No, Ayan was just joking with

you."

“It's really just a joke?"

"Yeah."

"Then ask him if he will buy it for me? He will listen to what you say, I

can't control him as a mother, now he is your husband you control.”

Talia, like a child, pushed Camille directly in front of Ayan after she

finished speaking.

Camille and Ayan both know what Talia is thinking, but Camille doesn't

want to upset Talia, so she does what she's told.

She looked up at Ayan and asked, "You'll buy it for mom, right?"

Ayan face a slight pause, noble indifferent face did not set off the

slightest ripple, just faintly looked at her: “Do you think?"

“I think it's okay to buy."

"Hmm."

Hmm?

What does um mean?

Camille pursed her lips and froze slightly, Talia applauded happily:

"See, I told you Cami, you're better, Ayan doesn't even listen to me

now, I'm right about having a daughter-in-law who forgets her mother.”

Camille hung her head with a slightly stiff face.

The atmosphere quieted down with it.

Talia looked at Ayan and gave him several low looks, but the latter did

not react or move at all.

Talia couldn't help herself and she asked, "How did you two get here?"

"Ayan and I each drove here."

“I'm not used to driving your dad's car, but you're going to see your

grandma with Cami, right? I'm not used to driving your dad's car.

"Good."

Camille simply cannot say the word no.

Arriving at the parking lot, they watched Talia get in her car and drive

away before getting into Camille's car.

In the small space of the car, the man's breath around him is strong,

Camille pursed her lips to keep her composure and stepped on the gas.

The journey was quiet without any conversation.

A few moments later, the car pulled up steadily at the bottom of the

apartment building and the two of them took the elevator up to

Camille's floor, where she led Ayan to knock on the door across the

hall.

Ayan thought she was living in an apartment with her grandmother, but

what she didn't expect was that she had rented the apartment across

the street as well.

His face was slightly cold, but only for a moment before he regained his

original appearance.

When she heard the door open, her grandmother also looked up.

Although she was over seventy years old, she loved cleanliness and

was a particularly cultivated old woman, so she immediately put a smile

on her face and asked, "This is Ayan, right?"

Grandma knew Ayan and had asked Winnie to give her photo and

name when she found out Camille was getting married.

Grandma has a good memory, so she recognized it right away.

Ayan also smiled immediately, the smile on his lips was gentle and

graceful, his voice was also very gentle: “It's me, Grandma took so long

to visit you, you won't be angry with me, right?"

"Of course not, come and sit down.” Grandma looked at him with a

smile full of gentle kindness, and then said to Camille: “Cami, go and

pour Ayan a glass of water."

"Good." Camille went straight to the kitchen to pour water, and when

she came out she saw that Grandma and Ayan were having a good

time talking about who knows what.

Ayan asked, "Grandma, I'll come to pick you up in a couple of days,

here's my contact, I've put a note in my phone for you, if there's

anything you need, just call me directly, I'll come over immediately.”

"Well, I remember, then I'll trouble you.” Grandma smiled lightly and

looked at Ayan with a seemingly more satisfied look.

Faced with grandmother's attitude he is also not condescending, there

is no impatience between the words, every move is very serious and

careful.

Ayan spent a lot of time talking with his grandmother and had lunch

here, cooked by Camille herself.

After dinner, Grandma took a nap, and Camille sent Ayan downstairs.

While waiting for the elevator, she took the initiative and said,

"Grandma may talk a little too much when she is old, I hope you don't

mind, and if you don't like what you hear, you can go in the left ear and

out the right ear! If you say anything you don't like to hear, I'll say sorry

on Grandma's behalf!"

She looked at Ayan seriously, without any emotion, these are her words

from her heart, because she thinks Ayan's nature is not so patient to

listen to all those parental content.

Ayan narrowed his eyes and gave her a faint sweeping glance: "So

you've been listening to your grandfather's nagging in one ear and out

the other? You pretend to be hypocritical and accept them even though

you don't like what you hear?"

Camille froze.

She frowned and caught his words, "I wasn't talking about me, I'm just

talking about you right now."

"So why do you think I'm that kind of person?"

“I don't think you're that kind of person, I'm just afraid you'll find it

nagging and distracting, I'm just assuming, if you don't then just pretend

I didn't say it, okay?"

Camille sighed silently, and her eyes met Ayan's inadvertently.

He wasn't talking, just looking at her without moving, his eyes barely

rippling.

Camille bit her lip and asked in a low voice, "Ayan, what did Grandma

talk to you about? And you exchanged contact information, was it an

appointment to go somewhere?"

"You want to know?"

His thin lips outlined a few shallow curves, deep eyes flooded with high

and profound.

Camille nodded, naturally, she wanted to, otherwise she wouldn't have

asked.

The smile at the corner of Ayan's mouth deepened, and his head

suddenly dropped closer to her, his voice low, "But Grandma forbade

me to tell you.”

Camille is silent, her eyes full of speechlessness.

The elevator opened at that moment, and Ayan just gave him a faint

look and said, "No need to send it, I'll go down by myself."

Along with the sound of his speech, others have entered the elevator.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the two men's eyes were

separated a little.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a bony hand suddenly

lifted to block the doors from closing, and the man's deep eyes locked

on her as he asked, "Camille, let's go get the formalities done when

grandpa is stable."

Camille's eyelashes fluttered gently, and her voice was inaudible: "Yes!"

He hooked his lips and smiled, "You're quick to respond, have you

been waiting for me to say that?"