The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

Mr. Fu does feel more energetic now, especially since he left the old house and came to live across from the Xiao family.

His unwavering decision to buy the house opposite the Xiao family was the best decision he made this year.

Although the house I live in now was bought by Fu Sihuai.

If my hand hadn't been a little slow, his name would have been written on this house by now.

After his son and daughter-in-law left, the housekeeper who had been with him for decades came over.

It was a rare opportunity for them to have some free time, so they sat together and chatted for a while, lamenting how fast their children were growing up.

In the old man’s impression, Fu Qiaoxi is still the delicate child she was when she was little, but he didn’t expect that she would be engaged in a blink of an eye.

The eldest wife has only one daughter, and she has been raised very carefully since she was a child. Even when the child is five years old, the couple still carries her wherever they go, reluctant to let her walk another step, and even feeds her when she eats.

Clothes, shoes, etc. are changed after each wear, and she is taken care of more carefully than a princess.

The old man couldn't stand it, thinking that the couple was too doting, so he scolded them with a stern face. At that time, he probably didn't think that such a day would come for him.

He could see that Qiao Xi was kind and smart, and had always been a leader among girls of her age. No wonder the couple loved her so much.

But the old man thought that if they continued like this, such a good child would be ruined by them.

Although the eldest wife was reluctant, she did not dare to disobey his wishes and restrained herself a little.

Thinking of Qiao Xi, he couldn't help but think of Wanwan.

In contrast to Qiao Xi's situation, Fu Wanwan's living environment is almost the opposite of hers.

They were seven or eight years apart in age. When Wanwan was three years old, the eldest wife's daughter-in-law took out the clothes that Qiao Xi had worn when she was a child and said she wanted to give them to Wanwan.

The third wife's daughter-in-law's face turned green when she heard half of it. She felt that this was an insult to them, and then she ran to him to complain.

I remember it was around one in the afternoon in the summer. He was taking a nap when the housekeeper woke him up and said that his third daughter-in-law was crying outside.

He got up from the bed, went out to listen, and found out the cause.

The relationship between the first and third wives has always been bad, and they are not on good terms with each other, and each of them has money in their hands.

Out of the blue, the eldest daughter-in-law suddenly said she wanted to give her old clothes to Wanwan to wear, and the third daughter-in-law felt humiliated.

She cried and accused him, "Why do we have to pick up the clothes left by Qiao Xi Wanwan? Sister-in-law is really too much!"

To be fair, the old man thinks it’s nothing.

Qiao Xi only wore her clothes once as a child, except for the ones she particularly liked. And the ones she particularly liked had been collected by her parents as a memory for her.

So the clothes that could be given away were all new. Later, Mr. Fu also took a look and found that some of them didn’t even have the tags removed or the dust bags opened.

Because this matter was brought to his attention, it was really an exaggeration.

The noise gave him a headache, so he asked someone to call the people from the main house over, as well as the clothes of the "culprits".

In addition, Fu Wanwan, who was picking up stones outside, was also brought in.

The first and third wives started arguing with each other as soon as they met. He coughed impatiently and the room became quiet.

Then he asked Fu Wanwan for her opinion.

"Wanwan, your sister Qiao Xi is older now and can't wear these clothes anymore, so she wants to give them to you. Do you want them?"

It must be said that the couple in the first house really doted on Qiao Xi. Those clothes cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, and a dress also came with matching accessories and jewelry...

The three-year-old child nodded without thinking when he saw so many beautiful dresses and shiny hairpins.

Since Wanwan likes it, it's easy. He lets the child choose by himself. He can keep whatever he likes and let the eldest wife deal with the rest.

You can send them to a place that specializes in recycling these skirts to cash in, or give them to other people.

After Wanwan nodded and said she wanted it, the third daughter-in-law's face changed again and again, becoming extremely ugly.

She looked at the child threateningly, with a blaming look in her eyes.

At that time, Wanwan was happily picking out a skirt from the maid's hand, but when she saw this look, she was so scared that she let go.

The old man also saw it. He was angry and scolded his third daughter-in-law.

The child was only three years old at the time. She knew everything and took whatever she liked.

The two families have different ideas about raising daughters.

When Qiao Xi was three years old, she wore layers of clothes, like a delicate and beautiful little cake. Her jewelry was also expensive. She often saw the servants in the house helping her look for her fallen hairpins and bracelets.

In comparison, Wanwan's clothes were a little more simple.

The third wife would not be too harsh on her in terms of clothing, but she would not spend too much time on her either.

She wanted it because she had never worn such a gorgeous dress.

So when the third daughter-in-law was not convinced, the old man questioned her in a calm voice.

"If you buy it for her, will she still want it?"

After saying that, the third daughter-in-law fell silent.

This matter has come to an end, and there will be countless similar incidents in the future.

Big and small, he has a headache just dealing with all these things at home every day.

And those boys, when they get together, they either quarrel or fight.

The old man saw them having fun together when he passed by just a second ago, but just when he walked out about ten meters, he heard the noisy sound behind him.

These little guys are so annoying.

His old friends all said that having many children and grandchildren was a blessing, but he felt that he had not enjoyed any blessing at all and was only suffering.

Qingqing is still the best, Qingqing is really the best.

Thinking of this, Mr. Fu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then asked the time. After knowing that it had been an hour since the little girl had taken a nap, he instantly became energetic.

He slept for so long, he should have woken up, so he wanted to go and check.

Thinking about this, the old man stood up and staggered towards the Xiao family opposite.

He still acted like a thief, carefully pushed open a crack in the door, and looked inside quietly.

The little girl woke up as expected, with her back facing the door. Her round back looked like a chubby, furry rabbit.

There were many little bears around her, and she was mumbling something to herself.

The moment he saw her wake up, the old man's mood instantly became better.

He smiled, closed the door, stood outside and knocked on the door seriously.

The door was not closed tightly, and he could still hear the sound of a little girl running towards him from inside.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of him. At this time, the door opened.

After seeing the people outside, the little girl raised her head and smiled, calling him in a baby voice, "Grandpa~"

The old man had a smile on his face, and his voice and attitude unconsciously softened.

"What are you doing?"

The little girl pointed to several bears arranged in a circle in the distance and explained to him enthusiastically.

"Grandpa, look, this is me, and this is Sister Wen You..."

She ran to get all the bears and explained happily.

Mr. Fu was still smiling, until he heard the next sentence, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"This is the baby of Sister Wenyou and me."

"...?"

Mr. Fu, whose face was disheveled in the wind, slowly tilted his head.

No, isn't that right, darling?