Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He took a gentle sniff of the air, his eyes flickering dimly.

Wu Qinian casually took out the air freshener and sprayed it randomly: "Hey, the plum blossom scent I just bought, does it smell good? Mr. Fu, why don't you smell it..."

"What are you spraying? It smells bad."

Wu Qinian raised his eyebrows, it smells bad. You planted a large field of wintersweet for Song Weiyu?

Song Weiyu, who was secretly hiding in the bedroom, was lying behind the door with his ear against the door when he heard these words.

Smells bad?

She raised her hand and smelled her wrist...and the ends of her hair.

The light taste perfectly replicates the aroma of Aoxue Wintersweet.

Doesn’t he like the smell so much?

In the past, every time after taking a shower, my warm body would be sprayed with perfume. Under the dense moisture that was still wet, a soft and ascetic scent would blend in.

At that time, he loved to hug her into the quilt, hold her tightly in his arms and kiss her softly.

Now it smells bad? Song Weiyu felt uncomfortable, sniffed himself again, and thought angrily: I will throw away the remaining wintersweet water when I get back.

But my ears worked harder to hear what was being said outside.

Wu Qinian: "Where is the hairpin? Why is it broken?"

"Let the heartless one throw it."

When Fu Haitang reached out to hand over the hairpin, his eyes fell on the yellowed paper that he had forgotten to put away on the counter.

The words "淑水" are facing upwards.

He reached for it.

Wu Qinian was heartbroken and hurriedly snatched it away: "You regard this as your own home! Why are you tampering with it..."

He hid it in his drawer and turned the lock.

Fu Haitang's eyes followed Wu Qinian's movements and slowly retracted, "A piece of torn paper that has been soaked in water, is it so rare?"

"Do you care? You've come all the way to repair the broken hairpins yourself?..."

Fu Haitang looked at the hairpin. Indeed, why is it necessary to repair it?

He looked at the air freshener at Wu Qinian's hand again.

The strong and exciting smell was obviously different from the familiar and elegant smell he smelled when he walked in.

She's in the store, right?

Avoiding him.

"Wu Qinian, you are right. If it is broken, it is broken. No matter how well it is repaired, it is still a second-hand product. No, I don't want it anymore. I'll give it to you..."

"Give it to me? Do you want to give it away millions of antique hairpins? Mr. Fu is really a big business..."

Wu Qinian looked at Fu Haitang with a smile, thinking about Xiao Jiujiu.

"If you don't want it, just throw it away."

Fu Haitang curled his lips and sneered, turned around and walked out of the store.

He's not wearing a gray shirt today.

Wearing a pair of dark blue trousers and a simple white shirt, he felt less majestic and more elegant and gentle.

Song Weiyu didn't see his change, only heard him say that the broken hairpin was second-hand.

My ears seemed to be unable to hear anything else, only these words echoed.

The circles under his eyes were also red, and he tried hard to swallow back the worthless tears.

Wu Qinian glanced at the closed bedroom door and shouted at Fu Haitang's back: "You really don't want this hairpin? When a man speaks, he means what he says. Don't regret it."

Fu Haitang waved his hand without even turning his head: "No, it's not a precious thing."

He walked cleanly.

Wu Qinian shouted into the bedroom, "Come out."

Song Weiyu wiped the water marks from the corners of his eyes and came out calmly, as if he had not heard those words.

Wu Qinian deliberately played with the hairpin in his hand in front of her eyes.

Without even looking at it, she asked another question: "Can you tell when that piece of paper was soaked in water?"

"Yes, it's simple." Wu Qinian looked at her expression and felt more and more that this document had a lot of potential.

He took out the paper from the drawer, twirled it with his hands, closed his eyes and fanned his ears, "The sound was dry and hard, and you could hear the fibers breaking. It's been old..."

"Didn't you get wet recently?" Song Weiyu asked with a frown.

"Recently?" Wu Qinian squinted and smiled, getting more and more interesting. "Why do you think it was wet recently?"

Because she thought that Chen Fang broke it on purpose.

Is not it?

"Isn't it really recent? Take a closer look!"

Wu Qinian clicked his tongue, "I'm looking at the status of a national treasure. How can I get it wrong with a piece of tattered paper? This water stain is at least 10 years old."

Song Weiyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s not as long as it’s aged.

In fact, she also thought about it on the way here. No matter what the content was, even if Chen Fang broke it on purpose, she wouldn't be willing to blame him, right?

Regarding everything about Chen Fang, she is always very biased.

"Then I'm leaving. You try to repair this file as quickly as possible. Also, it must be kept secret and no one can know about it."

She turned around and walked out, never looking at the hairpin from beginning to end.

Wu Qinian looked at her thin back.

What outrageous thing did she do? Fu Haitang can be made to say such things.

"Beauty, are you just leaving like this?"

Song Weiyu stopped, turned around, raised his eyebrows, and smiled brightly: "What else?"

"Stop pretending, I can see the nail marks on your palms. If you press harder, you will break them."

Wu Qinian smiled and shook the hairpin in his hand: "For the sake of your crush on me, why should I sell you a bargain?"