Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying was completely used to acting coquettishly with Song Weiyu. She raised her eyebrows and her intentions were clear in her eyes: "Drink, drink, drink."

Song Weiyu liked his daughter, especially the daughter whom Chen Fang recognized, and he also won her second son.

Naturally, you treat me as your own pet, "Xiaobao, do you want me to treat you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please!" Wen Ying held up Song Jingming's black card and shook it.

Every inch of land in the central business district is at a premium. This cafe is obviously more romantic than profitable. It has an exquisite and lazy French style decoration. Not to mention flowers placed everywhere, those useless but full of sentimental ornaments, bookcases, and oil paintings occupy the entire space. Partial location.

All these reminded Song Weiyu of a person, a gentle girl who spoke little and was not down to earth.

After the two sat down, Song Weiyu realized why Wen Ying suddenly brought her to drink coffee.

Diagonally across the corner, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the unscrupulous girl was pruning flower branches. With a few dexterous hands, she could wrap two or three roses into beautiful bouquets, and then gave them to the customers in the store with a smile.

Even to passersby.

Song Weiyu's eyes turned red. They hadn't seen each other for ten years. The little girl had matured, but she was still full of romance and goodwill.

Although these romances and goodwill... are purely loss-making transactions, it doesn't matter, who makes her son willing to spend this money to raise him.

Wen Ying held her hand and shook it, "Auntie, do you know how this coffee shop came to be?"

Song Weiyu held back her tears and turned around, "Didn't Fu Chunhe arrange it for her?"

It should be rented, because all the landlords in the central business district are experienced veterans and would not easily sell such a good corner of the land.

Especially if Fu Haitang's son wanted to buy it, they would have to put together a personal deal to get in.

The men of the Fu family hate being owed favors, so they don't talk nonsense when it comes to spending money. If Fu Chunhe was asked to lose face and negotiate with them, he would rather spend several times more money to rent.

"Uncle Fu bought it and gave it to Sister Su Jin in your name."

Wen Ying took a sip of coffee, and when the tip of her tongue was burned, she stretched out her hand and fanned it.

Song Weiyu pinched the bone china cup with his fingers and looked at Wen Ying blankly.

"Fu Haitang bought it?"

Only then did Song Weiyu realize that this location... wasn't exactly Li Shiyi's jewelry store.

It turns out...that was what he was doing that day.

The heart is beating with blood, all the way to the fingertips. Song Weiyu suddenly smiled bitterly, "Ha."

"He's always like this..."

Other men say things but don't do them, he does things but don't say it.

I took out my mobile phone and clicked on Fu Haitang's WeChat out of habit, but there was still no reply. The last post was one she had suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night the day before yesterday, and her emotions were endlessly fermented by the dark night, so she couldn't help but send it.

"I have something for you."

In fact, before sending the message, she covered her head and rolled around in the quilt several times. As soon as I told them I would never see you again, I sent them another WeChat message.

Contradicting oneself and lowering one's profile was never something she, Song Weiyu, could do.

But nights always make people sentimental, and those emotions that can be well hidden during the day will always rustle up to her bed with the moonlight in the middle of the night, wrapping her up with nowhere to escape.

It's like being poisoned. If you don't send him a message, you won't be able to get rid of the poison.

However, she regretted sending it out.

He didn't reply for ten minutes, and her regret was accompanied by an inflated self-esteem.

If you want to withdraw, it's already too late.

In the following nights, every time she wanted to contact him, she would immediately wake up as long as she saw the ignored WeChat message.

but now.

He has withdrawn from her world, but she is still enjoying his kindness. She doesn't even know how many more things she has done that she doesn't know will pop up in the future.

It was a surprise, which made her regret that she couldn't love her even more aggravated.

No, Fu Haitang didn't get her love, but she didn't hesitate to get it.

...so lost.

A bouquet of small wild flowers was handed to me, with romantic colors, complex varieties, and all kinds of unknown flowers gathered in the kraft paper, as bright as a spring day.

"Uncle Fu said that you don't like the main flower, but prefer these unnamed matching flowers."

Su Jin smiled lightly.

Song Weiyu's hands were trembling a little, and he took the small bouquet. He didn't dare to look at her, so he just stared at the flowers: "Thank you, don't you blame me?"

"Well, I'm no longer surprised."

That day, Fu Haitang asked Su Jin and Fu Chunhe to meet at this coffee shop and directly gave the donation contract to Su Jin.

There are black letters and red seals on it, and every word has legal effect.

Donor: Song Weiyu.