Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Liansong's face suddenly fell, and he frowned with a sad look. Before he lost his memory, Song Weiyu always carried a cash box with him when he went to the bar.

Now I am pitifully holding ten thousand yuan and I am reluctant to spend it.

"Mom, how can I spend money on you when you play with me? I am Fu Haitang's favorite youngest son! Do you understand what the three words Fu Haitang mean in Beijing?"

Song Weiyu shook his head. He didn't quite understand, or at all.

"Just wait, you'll understand when we get to the mall. Your ex-husband is a walking RMB."

In the highest-level shopping malls in Beijing, the license plates of the big spenders are recorded, and the security personnel remember them all.

So when the handsome security guy saluted and said "Hello, Mr. Fu", he was stunned for a moment.

How come Mr. Fu became younger overnight?

Holy shit, young Mr. Fu is so handsome? It's unacceptable... No.

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

Fu Liansong smiled and handed the hundred yuan that Song Weiyu had just given him to the security guy, "Thank you for your hard work. It's cold now, go buy some ice cream."

Song Weiyu's heart followed the 100 yuan and stayed in the gold-rimmed booth.

My heart was bleeding, and I didn't ask until I turned the corner: "Baby, why did we give him 100 yuan?"

Was it just because he saluted and called out "Hello, Mr. Fu"?

Do you have to give it to everyone who passes by? That's a really good job.

Fu Liansong had never really thought about this question. He took off his sunglasses and said, "My dad said that tipping the staff is basic courtesy. This money is nothing to us, but it will make them happy all day. Why not do it?"

Song Weiyu thought it made a lot of sense, but he also felt something was wrong.

But she now knew very clearly that she still had 9900 yuan left in her bag.

Seeing her distressed look, Fu Liansong took her hand and walked towards the elevator, coaxing her: "Mom, let me tell you how you used to go shopping in the mall... Don't say you cared about the price. The goods you picked up in one store were enough for the store's annual sales."

"So take whatever you like today. I brought five cards."

Other passengers in the elevator: I hate people who pretend to be cool the most.

There was a line at a fine little shop on the first floor. Song Weiyu grabbed Song Song's arm and asked, "What is that?"

"It's a famous milk tea shop, but you almost never drank there before because you were worried that you would gain weight and milk tea is not good for your skin."

Song Weiyu looked at his overly thin figure, sniffed the aroma of milk tea, and said, "But I need to gain weight now, let's buy a cup."

"it is good!"

The two of them lined up obediently at the back of the team. The bodyguard followed them secretly not far away and sent photos to Fu Haitang.

In the photo, she tilted her head and smiled happily at Song Song, with her eyes narrowed.

Fu Haitang couldn't help but laugh. It was very strange to look at this kind of photo because Fu Liansong looked too much like him. It made him feel like he was looking at his younger self and 19-year-old Song Weiyu when they first met.

He smiled fondly, then called Special Assistant Yu with a friendly face and said the coldest words in the world: "Freeze all the bank cards and financial management of the third brother and his mother. Immediately, immediately."

Assistant Yu was nervous and fiddled with his ears to improve his hearing: "Madam's is also frozen?"

"Ok!"

Fu Liansong had no idea of ​​his father's evil nature.

The two of them held their milk teas and happily walked hand in hand from store to store.

"Buy! Buy! Just buy whatever you want, Mom!"

Fu Liansong had been spending money lavishly for more than a decade, spending all his money on weekly cruises abroad. This was the first time he had the chance to spend money on his mother.

This was also the first time Song Weiyu accompanied him shopping.

When the two of them came out of the luxury store wearing ugly doll hairpins and carrying large and small bags, finally, the WeChat balance was used up and they had to use the money in their bank cards.

Song Weiyu looked at the ugly, cute and dangling hairpin in the mirror and grinned. It was so cute. I loved it.

It's just too expensive, so I stopped smiling.

"The beautiful Mrs. Fu has turned into the cute Mrs. Fu, hahaha." Fu Liansong fiddled with the clown doll on her head and led her to the next store.

"Mom, let me buy you a pair of Crocs. You used to despise this kind of shoes, saying they were bulky and ugly, but they are really comfortable."

"Is it expensive?" Song Weiyu asked while sipping milk tea.

"They are very cheap, only a few hundred yuan a pair. The joy of buying this kind of shoes lies in the matching decorations. Let's go."

Sure enough, the dazzling array of small decorations attracted Song Weiyu's attention, "Wow, they can be inlaid on shoes, so cute."

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and then went to pay for the shoes with satisfaction, carrying the shoes full of ugly things.

"Sorry sir, your bank card... does not support payment."

Fu Liansong was bending over to put his mother's high heels into the bag, and he immediately stood up: "Your POS machine is broken, bring me two pairs of thicker cotton socks."

The cashier tried again.

When he watched helplessly that none of his five cards could be used to pay, he realized that his father had blocked his cards again.

He looked at Song Weiyu, "Mom..."

The cashier also looked at her with a smile: "Including all the accessories and socks, the total is 2100 yuan. Do you want cash or scan the code?"

Song Weiyu: The sky is falling.