Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu thought that Fu Haitang definitely didn't want her anymore.

It's no use pretending to be pitiful.

"Li Nian, can you lend me two thousand yuan?" She decided to be self-reliant.

Li Nian held the custard bun in her mouth and paused: "Two thousand? Two thousand? You want two thousand? Wait a minute, let me see if there is any change in your wallet..."

Song Weiyu: “…”

"I want to find a place to live. It's not appropriate for me to live in Fu's house after the divorce."

Fu Liansong's eyes widened, and joy fell from the sky, "Mom, you live in my villa! I don't like living in an old house either, let's go back to the villa! You live with me, and I will give all my money to mom!"

He leaned closer to Song Weiyu and lowered his voice to emphasize: "My father gave me a lot of shares, and I'm very rich. The funds in my bank card alone are more than 1 billion..."

Fu Haitang finally interrupted: "Fu Liansong, didn't I ask you to live on campus? You should go back to school."

"It's winter vacation now. If you don't believe me, ask my second sister-in-law."

Wen Ying was suddenly called out, glared at him, and quickly swallowed the shrimp dumplings in her mouth: "Well, Dad, the New Year is coming soon, and we will have winter vacation."

"Then you can enroll him in ten cram schools."

Wen Ying looked at the third child's eyes asking for help and smiled bitterly: "Dad, college students don't go to cram schools, you can let him go to the company to intern with the eldest brother!"

The ball was kicked to Fu Chunhe.

Fu Chunhe glanced at Wen Ying resentfully, then looked at the third child, "Dad, let's talk about it after the New Year. No matter what, let's celebrate the New Year first."

Shao Guoren interrupted: "Hey, speaking of the New Year, are we still going to the temple from the first to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month this year?"

Fu Haitang glanced at him and said, "What makes you think that the rules passed down by our ancestors allow you not to go?"

Shao Guoren didn't like going to the temple since he was a child because he had to eat vegetarian meals for 15 days and listen to monks preaching in the afternoon.

"Just go. I've done a lot of bad things this year. I want to go and wash away my sins."

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows and agreed. He had done a lot of shady things this year, so it seemed like he would have to donate more money this year.

"Brother, you're on both sides of the fence now. No one dares to compete with you for the first incense this year. Sometimes I really doubt whether you came here for this purpose from the beginning."

In a conspiracy, whoever benefits the most in the end is the leader of the conspiracy.

These words were taught to him by Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang smiled faintly: "Eating can't stop your mouth?"

But no matter how sophisticated the conspiracy was, it almost got him into trouble. He turned his head to look at Song Weiyu.

Taking control of the underground transactions in the capital is not the ultimate goal, and it is not worth it for him to take such a big risk personally.

My ultimate goal is only you.

But you are harder to find than the entire capital.

Butler Zhang's cell phone beeped, someone was knocking on the door, it must be a courier.

Sure enough, after he signed for it, it passed through the security detector and was delivered to Fu Haitang after everyone had finished their meal.

Song Weiyu also went back to the house and packed her suitcase. Li Nian said that she had found a place for her to live with great scenery, and the wintersweet flowers there were blooming one after another, which were beautiful and fragrant.

She liked wintersweets, so she excitedly packed her suitcase and prepared to leave.

Fu Liansong also packed eight or ten pieces of luggage for himself, "I'll follow mom and protect you!"

Song Weiyu hesitated...

He added: "If you can't get through the Candy Crush game, I can help you get through it. I can also cook and take you shopping. Most importantly, I'm very rich."

Song Weiyu nodded and agreed.

A man, one big and one small, pushed a suitcase and stood at the door waiting to say goodbye to Master Fu.

Fu Haitang looked at the USB drive in the courier and handed it to Butler Zhang: "Open it and see the contents."

In addition to the USB flash drive, there were also several bank cards, a string of Buddhist beads, and many land deeds and property titles in Beijing, including that large-scale resort.

The letter said that these were for Fu Liansong.

Also said: "Qiqi, these roads are clean."

Fu Haitang sneered. The heavy box was indeed Han Guanshan’s half-life savings.

The video starts playing on the computer.

Fu Haitang looked at the content, gradually clenched his fist, and punched the computer: "Destroy it immediately, and don't let my wife see it!"

Zhang Guanjian destroyed the USB drive in a hurry.

Fu Haitang returned to the front hall and saw two people, one big and one small, sitting on a suitcase. He ignored them, hid the violence in his eyes, and sat in the master chair in the front hall drinking tea.