Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

But for some reason, she didn't have the courage to say: I don't want any of these.

There was always an inexplicable sense of pride supporting her. She reached into her small bag with trembling hands and took out the stack of money.

He counted out 21 bills and handed them over with gritted teeth: "Pay... in cash..."

Fu Haitang walked towards the garage with a smile on his face while watching the video that the bodyguard had just secretly taken for him on the phone. He was almost melted by Song Weiyu's heartbroken expression on the phone.

Butler Zhang stopped him and asked, "Where are you going, Master?"

Fu Haitang then raised his head and frowned: "Go to the company, what do you have?"

Butler Zhang looked at the sky and said, "It's going to snow. Otherwise, you should not go to the company today... I'll buy some ingredients, and we'll go to the Winter Plum Garden to eat hot pot with Madam tonight!"

You are sick, Fu Haitang glanced at him.

Continue walking toward the garage.

The two looked at the empty parking space, and Fu Haitang turned around and asked him, "Where's my car?"

"Your son has left... Master, you can drive something else, such as the Second Young Master's Maybach, or the Madam's Lloyd's. If that doesn't work out, the Third Young Master can drive your car and you can drive his Koenigsegg."

Butler Zhang even began to introduce each car in the garage to him one by one.

Because the eldest and second sons now live in their own villas, they don’t leave many cars here. Now half of the garage is filled with the third son’s sports cars of various shapes.

Fu Haitang looked at the super flat Koenigsegg with disdain. Tsk... He is 190cm tall, won’t his head be hit if he gets in?

He was also unwilling to drive Song Weiyu's car, even though the original one was blown up and this was a new one. Chen Fang had hardly driven it, but he had a psychological trauma when he saw the Rolls-Royce and wanted to smash it.

Butler Zhang handed him the keys to the Koenigsegg.

Fu Haitang glanced at him and said, "Didn't you stop him at that time?"

"I stopped her, but the madam said she likes Bentley... She said Bentley is comfortable and stable, and she likes your car from the bottom of her heart!" After saying this, Butler Zhang touched his nose.

Fu Haitang found this quite pleasing to the ear. He took the car keys, bent down and struggled to get into the Koenigsegg.

When he left, he said to Butler Zhang: "If the Third Brother asks you for money these days, you are not allowed to give him any, not even a penny!"

"Oh well."

In the mall, Song Weiyu and Fu Liansong sat in the rest area with their chins in their hands, looking like eggplants hit by frost. Even the ugly dolls on their heads looked depressed.

Balance: 7800.

After a moment of silence, the eldest son pouted and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Song Weiyu looked at him. He couldn't let his son go hungry as this young boy was in the period of growing up.

"Mom, please have some noodles..."

"I want to eat meat, beef, fish, I don't eat any other meat." Fu Liansong smiled obediently. If he had a dog's tail, it would wag around her at this moment.

Song Weiyu looked at the face which looked almost identical to Fu Haitang's and couldn't bear to refuse.

Besides, how expensive can beef be? Two kilograms of beef is only about a hundred yuan...

Who makes children want to eat...

Fu Liansong took her to a restaurant. As soon as they entered, the waiter bent 90 degrees and said, "Mrs. Fu, the Third Young Master is here. Come quickly and sit by the window."

She smiled politely and followed the waiter into the quiet area. The further she walked, the more she felt that the beef here might cost more than a hundred dollars.

Fu Liansong took the tablet and ordered in three seconds, "Mom, I know what you like to eat, I've ordered it all for you."

The waiter took the tablet and left.

Song Weiyu hugged the small bag tightly.

"No, baby... What kind of beef is this? The meat of the Bull King? What kind of shrimp is this? It's so small and costs 288 each? Fish belly costs 188 per slice? You ordered 10 slices?"

Song Weiyu stared at the bill, and his heart finally settled down.

Blushing, she said to the waiter, "I haven't eaten yet, can I return this?"

The waiter looked at her Crocs, then looked carefully at Fu Liansong who was eating heartily. Mrs. Fu's dress and expression were not right today. She looked silly, cute, and pretending to be poor.

If the Third Young Master had not been there with him, he would have thought that this Song Weiyu was a fake.

"Mrs. Fu, you are such a joker. Hahaha. I can't refund it. How do you pay for 6200 yuan? Cash or scan the QR code?"