Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

When Song Weiyu saw him, he stood up and ran to him: "Mr. Fu, I'm leaving."

If you keep me here, I'll think about it again.

Fu Haitang stared at the tea leaves that stretched out at the bottom of the teacup, then looked up at her and said, "Let's go. Let the driver take you there."

Song Weiyu didn't expect him to agree so readily. For a moment, he didn't know whether to say thank you or suspect that he had heard it wrong.

He actually let her go?

He was coaxing her to remarry last night, but today he is so cold. Is this man schizophrenic?

A sour taste rushed to her nose, and she turned away: "Oh! Humph."

Butler Zhang kindly helped her carry the box and asked Fu Haitang, "Master, are you really letting Madam go? She can't leave you in her current state."

"Isn't the third brother following her?"

Butler Zhang thought, it would be better not to follow.

Originally there was one troublemaker, now there are two, a combination that is both stupid and troublesome.

In the garage, Song Song excitedly pushed Song Weiyu into the passenger seat of the Koenigsegg. She stood beside the car and politely declined: "Do we really want to drive this toy car?"

"Mom, this is not a toy car. This is the birthday present you gave me when I turned 19."

Facing Song Weiyu's disdainful eyes, Lian Song repeated to save face: "There are only five in the country, and I have two! As soon as I drive this out, people will know that the third son of the Fu family is here."

This made Song Weiyu even more disgusted, and he took two steps back.

Seeing Fu Haitang's Bentley next to her, which was steady, majestic and low-key, she pointed and said, "Can't we drive this one? Besides, your toy car can't hold so much luggage."

Fu Liansong looked at the Bentley with disdain. "Okay, I'll drive whichever one my mom says. But... in principle, my dad won't allow me to steal his car. We have to go out quietly later."

Song Weiyu made a gesture: OK.

Butler Zhang and the servant moved the suitcases to the garage, only to find that the two men had gotten into his master's Bentley.

He took a deep breath and patted the driver's window: "Third Young Master, you are crazy!"

The driver's window was half lowered, Lian Song pressed his sunglasses to the tip of his nose, and looked up at Butler Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, haven't you always told me to be more calm? I plan to start by changing the car, first drive my dad's car, and learn from his calmness."

"Third Young Master, I think you've had enough of living. Come down quickly, little ancestor. Don't lead our wife to do nonsense!"

Fu Liansong leaned back, and Song Weiyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, tilted his head and appeared in the sight of Butler Zhang.

She wore another pair of sunglasses in the car, and also put the sunglasses on the tip of her small nose, grinning: "Hi~"

Butler Zhang looked at the two men wearing the same sunglasses and said solemnly, "Third Young Master, take off these sunglasses immediately. These are the couple's sunglasses worn by the master, and he won't allow anyone else to touch them!"

Fu Liansong held the sunglasses tightly: "I am the fruit of their love! It is only natural for me to wear the sunglasses he likes! Don't waste time, quickly load the suitcase for me, I want to take my mother shopping~"

Butler Zhang took a deep breath and instructed the servants to load the suitcases.

Even the back seats were stuffed with luggage.

When the servants were moving the luggage, he repeatedly warned them: "Third Young Master, you must take good care of the lady. Don't take her to the ice cream shop, don't go to the bar, don't drink, don't stay up late, don't..."

Fu Liansong slowly raised the car window to block out all sound.

Just as he was about to leave, Song Weiyu remembered something: "Butler Zhang, has the express arrived today? I have another one."

Butler Zhang smiled and shook his head: "Not yet. When your express delivery arrives, I will send someone to deliver it to the Wintersweet Garden for you."

Song Weiyu nodded, and suddenly realized something was wrong, "How did you know I was going to live in Winter Plum Garden?"

Only Li Nian knew about this, Fu Liansong didn’t know about it.

Butler Zhang twisted his hands together and laughed dryly, because this was arranged by the master, "Mrs. Shao told me this when she left this morning."

Song Weiyu didn't doubt him, waved his hand and said goodbye to Butler Zhang obediently, "Don't forget my delivery."

The Bentley slowly drove out of the garage, and while Fu Haitang was still in the front hall, it stepped on the accelerator and disappeared.

"Mom, I'll take you shopping today, then buy ice cream, eat, grab dolls, do your nails, then go to the bar, and finally go back to the Wintersweet Garden. How about it?" Fu Liansong was very satisfied with his arrangements.

Everything here is extremely attractive to Song Weiyu.

"Okay! I brought money. Look, this is what Li Nian threw to me before she left. But we have to spend it sparingly."

Song Weiyu took out a stack of money from his bag and held it up.

Li Nian said that people don’t carry money in their bags nowadays, so she just threw 10,000 yuan to her without removing the seal.

He also said to her in a wicked way: spend it sparingly, and when you have spent it all, ask your ex-husband for more money. Your ex-husband is a rich and bad man, and it is not easy to ask for his money.

Song Weiyu quickly put it away, took out a note and handed it to Song Song: "Baby, we can only spend 100 yuan today."