Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She ran over excitedly: "Master? You...you are back home? Yes, yes, it's the New Year, you should come back."

Fu Haitang was wearing a khaki coat and a half-high collared black sweater, revealing his well-defined muscles. He smiled gently and elegantly, still looking calm and composed.

But when Butler Zhang looked at him, he paused for a moment, "Master, your hair..."

He walked towards the passenger seat as if he hadn't heard anything, opened the door with a faint smile, and a pair of white and slender legs landed on the ground, followed by a girl with picturesque features.

"Madam is back too?" Butler Zhang called out subconsciously, but immediately realized something was wrong.

No matter how well Song Weiyu takes care of herself, there is still a difference between her and a 20-year-old girl. Although the woman in front of her looks 7% like her, she is not her.

Butler Zhang immediately stopped smiling and looked alert.

"You must be Butler Zhang, hello, my name is Song Xixi, and I'm Uncle Fu's girlfriend."

The girl smiled sweetly and stretched out her hand generously. Butler Zhang subconsciously looked at her intact right hand. The lady's right hand was missing a finger.

Butler Zhang took two steps back, clenched his fists instantly, and looked at Fu Haitang in disbelief: "Master, you are really crazy!"

Fu Haitang seemed displeased and frowned: "Am I crazy or are you crazy? Are there any rules? Call me Miss Song."

Butler Zhang pursed his lips tightly, snorted angrily and said nothing, blocking the gravel road and refusing to give way to the two people. Mr. Huang also ran over when he heard the noise. He had just been given a red sweater and squatted beside Butler Zhang, tilting his head to look at Song Xixi and Fu Haitang.

Like the owner, but not the same.

It sniffed Song Xixi's feet, raised its head and started barking wildly.

Song Xixi frightened Fu Haitang and hugged his waist and shouted, "Oh my, Mr. Fu, why do you keep such a mad dog at home?"

Butler Zhang did not stop him, and let Master Huang attack crazily, until Fu Haitang gave him a cold look and said, "Go back."

Grandpa Huang whimpered, hung his head, and slowly moved back to his dog villa.

This two-story oversized dog villa was specially designed for it by Song Weiyu. During the Chinese New Year in previous years, Song Weiyu would personally paste small couplets on the dog villa and hang small star lights on it.

I don’t know what happened this year, she still hasn’t come to post.

Where did she go? She didn't come home for a long time and she no longer secretly poured beer into its food bowl.

Does she have another dog outside?

Mr. Huang was lying on his back at the door of the villa with his belly turned up and his arms and legs spread out. He glared reluctantly at the stinky woman just now. This woman didn't look like his master at all. His master was fragrant all over.

Song Xixi put her arm around Fu Haitang's and smiled to comfort him: "Don't get angry with Butler Zhang and a dog. Don't get yourself upset. I can understand that they both recognize their master, but it doesn't matter. It will be fine once we get familiar with each other."

Fu Haitang's eyes were filled with silent coldness.

She looked at Butler Zhang with a smile, and said in a gentle and obedient tone: "Anyway, I will be living in Fu's house during this period of time. We will get to know each other sooner or later. Don't you agree, Butler Zhang?"

Butler Zhang didn't understand why this woman could be so rude.

He looked at Fu Haitang with red eyes. He grew up in the Fu family since he was born. He followed Fu Haitang and served him since he was a child. Although he was a servant, they had a deep friendship.

Fu Haitang's brows twitched slightly, but he didn't blame her after all.

"Xixi is young, so her words may sound a little frivolous. Don't take it to heart."

Butler Zhang took two deep breaths and said, "I am your servant, so of course I don't dare to take it to heart. But when Madam first came home, she was only 18 years old, but she was innocent and lovely, polite to others, and kind and friendly!"

"Zhang Yonglian! I'm giving you face, right? Get out of the way!"

Fu Haitang seemed to have been triggered by a keyword and immediately went into violent mode.

Song Xixi had never seen him angry. During the past few days abroad, he had been in a good mood and always had a smile on his face. He was completely different from the description in the information she had read that described him as moody, ruthless, and smiling with a dagger hidden behind his face.

Of course, it was also because she was so charming that she had the ability to make such a high-ranking man bow down to her.

Steward Zhang retreated to the side of the gravel road in anger, straightened his back with red eyes, and made way for them: "The world has changed, now anyone can enter our Fu's house!"

Fu Haitang's eyes were red, he glared at him fiercely, his voice low and hoarse.

"Anyone can enter the Fu residence? Why can't they? Didn't a man named Chen live here for more than 20 years?"

He finished speaking in one breath, his eyes full of impatience: "Go and throw away everything in his room, including the furniture, and reinstall it for me."