Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang sat in his business jet with his legs crossed, frowning and scrolling through his phone quickly.

He, who never looks at Moments, scrolled from top to bottom today.

Sure enough, they are all celebrating the heavy snow.

I don’t know how happy Song Weiyu was when he saw the heavy snow.

She clicked on her circle of friends and scrolled through, but found nothing. Then she remembered that he had blocked her last quarrel.

My heart felt even more uncomfortable, and I was on fire. I moved my butt uneasily, and sent her a WeChat message with itch in my heart: "I heard it's snowing in the capital?"

"Well, it's bigger than in previous years."

Fu Haitang looked at her phone with a smile. No one knew that the snow falling all over the city was for her. "Is it beautiful?"

"It's beautiful." If you don't count her mood, the heavy snow is really beautiful.

"do you like it?"

Song Weiyu looked at these three words and never replied.

During the rest of the journey, she kept looking out the car window, watching children laughing and flying into the snow with open arms, watching young lovers walking hand in hand with their heads turning gray, and watching octogenarians stretching out their wrinkled hands. To catch the snow in the sky.

Looking at it, Song Weiyu smiled.

Smiling and laughing, but tears streaming down her face, she thought that she would never look forward to the first snowy day in the future.

Wintersweet Garden is located halfway up a mountain in the suburbs of Beijing.

I thought it would be a rocky road, but the road up the mountain was surprisingly easy to walk on because it was specially hardened.

She has never been here since Fu Haitang founded it. She just uses it every year like Zhou Papi who exploits the peasant uncle, and doesn't care about the story behind a bottle of perfume.

As the car drove into the mountainside, she clasped her hands together and rubbed them, feeling a little nervous.

Are you nervous when you see trees?

She knew that it was not just a tree, but also the deep love planted by a man. They take root and sprout over time, with luxuriant branches, leaves and flowers.

A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the pine trees on the roadside. As Song Weiyu's car turned the last corner, a huge iron gate with exquisite carvings came into view.

On both sides of the iron gate are two lonely street lamps facing each other. The huge aperture of warm colors is like a natural stage, and the snowflakes pass through it before falling to the ground, a perfect curtain call.

The car lights flashed, and soon a middle-aged woman came out. She looked at this car that she had never seen before.

When she reached out to open the door, another middle-aged man appeared behind her. He put a thick coat on her and said something. The woman smiled and looked back at him.

Seeing this scene, Song Weiyu couldn't help but smile along with the woman.

The two came out of the small door, but the big iron door was still closed.

"The flowers haven't bloomed yet. Who can come at this time? Who are you?"

Song Weiyu pressed down the car window and said, "Hello, I am...".

She suddenly didn't know how to introduce herself.

The middle-aged woman kept tilting her head to look at her, and finally her eyebrows straightened, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, is she my wife?"

"Madam? How is that possible? My wife has never been here since we started planting trees." The man didn't believe it and squinted his eyes to look closer.

Song Weiyu smiled politely and let the two of them watch it like rare animals.

"What a madam! Hurry, open the door!" The middle-aged couple were very excited, laughing all the time, and ran to open the door.

After entering the garden, the man got on his motorcycle, turned on the high beam and shouted to Ah Yuan: "Follow me, and I will take you to Dong Fu's villa."

He also built a villa here?

It was snowing outside so hard that it was hard to keep one's eyes open. The man shrank his neck and didn't even bother to put on his coat. He hit the accelerator and was about to set off.

"Ah Yuan, please invite him to the car and go together."

Outside the car, Ah Yuan and the man who was rubbing his hands in a reserved manner argued for a long time. A layer of snow fell on both of their heads. In the end, the man was stuffed into the passenger seat by Ah Yuan's arm.

"Madam, how can I ride in your car? I've been working hard all day and haven't had time to change my clothes yet. Oh, I'd better get out of the car."

The man smelled his sleeve and felt uneasy.

"Are you the gardener here?" Song Weiyu took the initiative to talk to him.

"Master, I am a farmer. All the trees here were planted by my wife and me."

Song Weiyu looked out the window. There was only a one-way gravel road in the middle of the huge plum forest, and a tall street lamp a few meters apart on both sides of the road.

They lowered their heads silently, and the lights they cast were scattered and undulating, forming a long road with no dark corners.

Her car was driving in the middle of the light.

"Has Fu Haitang been here before?" She stared at the trees and asked Ah Yuan to drive slower.