Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Outside the cloakroom, Assistant Hao and A Xiaojing were clearly distinguishable, standing to one east and one to the west.

But the eyes kept intertwining and firing.

Suits and jackets faced off, looking like they had no chance of winning.

Butler Zhang said in the increasingly weird atmosphere between the two of them, "Well, let me go in and see Madam. She doesn't even know where to put some things."

In fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to hand over the wooden box left by the old lady to Song Weiyu.

Butler Zhang knocked on the door, and with Song Weiyu's permission, he entered quietly.

Weiwei looked at the huge cloakroom, which he could only enter a few times a year. Normally the nannies are not allowed in, and the master takes care of it himself.

After turning half a circle, I saw Song Weiyu behind the sofa.

She sat on the carpet, her eyes red, obviously crying.

"Madam, you still can't let me go, right? If others don't know, can't I see it?" After thirty years of getting along day and night, Butler Zhang is not a fool.

Although Song Weiyu always loses her temper with Fu Haitang and makes a series of unbelievable requests at every turn, even in the eyes of outsiders, she is overly coquettish and domineering.

But this is only for Fu Haitang.

What does it mean that a woman can be unbridled and arrogant in front of her man?

it goes without saying. "Madam, since you can't let me go, don't get divorced."

Butler Zhang swallowed his saliva and became more courageous: "Madam, you are not necessarily more comfortable with Mr. Chen than with the master. Mr. Chen talks little and has a tough temper... Moreover, he actually has a strong desire to control... Powerful…”

As he spoke, his voice lowered.

Song Weiyu was looking up at him with some displeasure.

Butler Zhang knew that no matter who it was over the years, as long as someone said something bad about Chen Fang, Song Weiyu would jump like a henchman.

He could only shut up and quickly took out the wooden box: "Madam, this is for you."

Song Weiyu looked at the exquisitely carved, smoked pepper-encrusted small box in his hand, took it and shook it: "What is this?"

As he spoke, he fiddled with the gold buckle, pretending to open it.

"The old lady asked me to give it to you before she left."

Song Weiyu stopped as soon as he opened the buckle.

He stared at the dull mother-of-pearl on the lacquer box and pondered for dozens of seconds. If you don’t give it in the morning, you won’t give it in the evening, but you will give it at this time.

As a mother-in-law, she has no profit and cannot afford to leave early. Why did she leave this box behind?

"What did the old lady say when she gave it to you?" There was an aura in her eyes that could not be refuted.

Butler Zhang clenched his hands and broke out in cold sweat. He was a little worried and said, "Madam, please open it first and take a look."

Song Weiyu smiled and snorted, threw the box back, stood up and walked to the jewelry cabinet: "Take it away, I don't look at things that are worthless."

Butler Zhang knew Song Weiyu's unerring character very well, she was as stubborn as a donkey. When he was offended, he would only listen to Mr. Chen's words and treat others with disdain.

"Before she left, the old lady said, in the future, if you have the idea of ​​divorce, I will give this box to you. Maybe you will give up the idea after reading it. Madam, please take a look at it first. I know that you are very interested in the master. If you have feelings, maybe you have something to hide that makes you have to divorce. However, before you leave, please take a look at what the old lady left you."

Butler Zhang was so anxious that water appeared in his eyes, and he wanted to throw the box in front of her and force her to look at it.

Song Weiyu listened to his words and gradually showed a slightly sarcastic expression.

Four years after she gave birth to Fu Chunhe, this mother-in-law was not willing to let her in. She was forced to go to Shanghai and send the money that could save Fu's life back to the capital. But when she fell into the hands of the kidnappers, the mother-in-law abandoned her without hesitation.

Now that she is getting divorced, this mother-in-law jumps out to stop her?

You won’t let me get married, but are you anxious for divorce?

He let out a cold chuckle and stared at the wooden box seriously, "Okay, leave it here. I will take it with me when I leave later. You can go out."

Butler Zhang saw that her body was covered with frost, so he had to exit the cloakroom first and put the wooden box in the most conspicuous place before going out.

Song Weiyu pursed his lips and looked at the heirloom lacquer box, giving a disdainful smile, completely hiding the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

She randomly picked out a few pieces of jewelry that were meaningful to her, but she didn't move except for the ones Fu Haitang bought for her.

As for the others, there is no need to take them. Don't worry about seeing things and thinking about people later, which will make yourself sad for nothing.

But, that hairpin...

She wants to take it away.

After all, this hairpin is what Fu Haitang cares about most, and it is also her favorite. The wedding ring has been thrown away and cannot be found. Then this hairpin is a testimony of the love between the two.

Song Weiyu rummaged through the jewelry cabinet and looked at several locked code cabinets, but couldn't find them.

There is no impression in my mind at all, and I can't remember where I threw it.

She walked out of the cloakroom and went directly to the bathroom. She would sometimes throw jewelry here, but she couldn't find it after searching for it. While putting away the skin care products, he asked Butler Zhang: "Have you seen my antique hairpin?"

Butler Zhang hesitated, holding it in the master's hand...