On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Jiang Shu heard the meaning in these words, "Grandpa, I'm not happy."

Fu Shiyan tapped the keyboard to deal with official business, "Bones are broken and the tendons are still connected. After all, they are related by blood. It is normal to be unhappy."

"Grandpa has reached the year of destiny, and the juniors below are at most sixty or seventy years old. At his age, he probably doesn't want to see this kind of situation." Jiang Shu thought it over and poured him a glass of water.

"Who would have thought?" Fu Shiyan raised his eyes, "Fu Yixiang and other outsiders should have thought of this day when they designed me."

He always takes revenge, let alone being stabbed by his relatives.

Jiang Shu nodded.

"Then shall we return to the old house during Chinese New Year?"

Fu Shiyan stopped typing on the keyboard, he took the water glass in her hand, put it down gently, and then hugged her into his arms helplessly, "Return."

Jiang Shu then bent her lips, and she sat on the man's lap and stroked his prickly hair.

"Do you think I'm going too far?" He bowed his head in her arms, smelling the sweet body fragrance.

"No." Jiang Shu said softly, "During the few days in Hong Kong, you were very difficult, I understand."

"Not this." Fu Shiyan retorted, "If that incident hadn't happened, you wouldn't have come to Hong Kong with me, you wouldn't have had a car accident, and you wouldn't beg Wen Jing for me. Xiao Shu, you don't need to remember these things, I Just remember it for you."

In his heart, Fu Yixiang and others are the instigators, and he wants to get it back.

Hearing this, Jiang Shu felt a warm current in his heart. He had been offended and never forgotten by him.

There is no snow in Haicheng this year, it is a warm winter, the weather is fine and everything is calm.

The Fu family lived very peacefully. On the morning of New Year's Eve, Jiang Shu woke up and received two red envelopes, one from Fu Shiyan and one from Lao Jiang.

Lao Jiang stuffed 1000 yuan into it, which felt thick to the touch. She half-joked: "Lao Jiang, you won't give me all the pension money, would you?"

Jiang's father flicked a steel hammer on her forehead, "I'll take it for you, don't worry about it."

Jiang Shu smiled happily. She hadn't received a red envelope for many years, but she received it in the past two years. In fact, it was not because of anything else, but because of the feeling of being hurt, which made her feel happy.

Touching Fu Shiyan's again, it was thin, she was dissatisfied, "Lao Jiang gave me a lot, why are you so stingy."

The man laughed, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Open it and have a look."

She opened it suspiciously, and inside was a bank card.

"..."

"The password is wedding anniversary."

Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows, "How much money is there?"

"Money fan, you can find out at the bank when you have time."

She pestered him, Fu Shiyan had no choice but to compare a number, 24.

She turned her head, 24, is her age this year.

"Two thousand four?"

Fu Shiyan got up and left.

"Twenty-four thousand?" Jiang Shu held his hand.

Fu Shiyan pinched her face.

She guessed, "It can't be 24." It's the bonus of her two projects!

The man bowed his head helplessly, and whispered in her ear, "Twenty-four million."

"Ah!" Jiang Shu was shocked, it was incredible, "Why are you giving me so much money?"

"New year's money." Fu Shiyan was calm, and patted her head, "The little girl is one year old, so she has to press it hard."

In fact, the money is nothing to him. He always thinks that when he is not around, she must have something to accompany her.

"Too many Fu Shiyans..." Jiang Shu still didn't recover.

"Take it."

Really rich and powerful, Jiang Shu couldn't help guessing how many assets he personally had, and how many of them were more than 2000 million.