Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu shook his head.

In previous years, she went because she was Fu Haitang's wife, so she had to follow Fu Haitang.

Now that she's divorced, she doesn't have to go. Strictly speaking, she's not eligible to go.

After all, from the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, Mingshan Temple is traditionally reserved for people from the Beijing aristocratic circles. The temple is specially designed to receive this group of people. During those days, the master chefs in the temple preach in the main hall every day, personally cleansing the souls of these CEOs who can increase the GDP of Beijing.

In fact, it was this year that everyone did so many bad things that they came here to donate money to buy their own lives and to feel at ease.

The reason why the bosses can follow the ancestral custom and report on time every year with their families is because the old abbot of Mingshan Temple is really a master.

To be more precise, every generation of abbots of Mingshan Temple are very divine.

They have a pair of Buddhist beads that have been passed down from generation to generation. The beads are of different colors, sizes, and shapes. Some people say that these are the relics left behind after the death of the old abbots of each generation, but who knows.

She didn't want to go, and Li He didn't force her, he just smiled calmly.

When I returned to the hospital, Chen Fang was pacing at the door of the ward.

His tall, muscular body was wrapped in bandages all over, and it looked painful, but he didn't show any sign of unbearableness.

Song Weiyu thought that after so many years, he had become accustomed to this kind of trauma.

Hearing the sound of high heels, Chen Fang turned back happily, and with the hand that was not broken, he endured the pain and hugged her reluctantly: "You're back so early? I'll be good. I washed my face and had breakfast by myself. I'll wait for you here..."

Song Weiyu paused, feeling sad.

Smiling, she touched his face: "Good boy, you waited for me."

Chen Fang knew that this was what she said when he rushed in to see her for the first time when she was trapped in Shanghai.

She still remembers.

"Your son just called and asked you whether you would go to Mingshan Temple this year." Chen Fang put his arm around her waist and went back to the room to ask for her opinion.

"I'm not going. Let him take Wen Ying with him."

The third son of the Fu family would naturally follow his father to Mingshan Temple to burn the first incense of the new year.

Fu Haitang is his father.

"Okay." Chen Fang's expression was calm, but there was displeasure in his eyes.

Song Weiyu rubbed Chen Fang's face, trying to crush the gloom in his eyes: "Cheer up, I bought a lot of fireworks and asked Ayuan to send them to the top floor. Let's go to the top floor together at 12 o'clock tonight for the New Year's Eve. I'll set off fireworks for you."

Chen Fang then smiled and said, "You are the best at coaxing people."

The inpatient department of Jingxi Hospital is very tall, and if you set off fireworks here, half of the city can see it.

Li He took Song Weiyu back to the hospital and then returned home. Today is New Year's Eve, and the children have also returned.

In previous years, three families usually celebrated New Year’s Eve together.

After celebrating the New Year at midnight, the three families drove several cars to Mingshan Temple in a mighty procession, just in time to burn the first incense in the early morning.

After Fu Haitang finished washing up and went downstairs, she saw that the huge living room was already filled with the chattering sounds of people.

His three sons, two daughters-in-law and a little granddaughter have already arrived. The sons are playing mahjong at the mahjong table in the lobby on the first floor, working together to cheat Shao Yi of his money.

"Dad... Dad... Dad... Uncle Fu..."

"Ah."

The two daughters-in-law were sitting face to face on the sofa. Wen Ying was carefully touching Su Jin's belly with a look of surprise on her face.

"Grandpa, give me a hug!!"

A small pink cannonball with fluffy curly hair rushed over. Fu Haitang picked up the curly hair with one hand and held it in her arms, "Kiss me."

Juanjuan's chubby little arms hugged his neck and kissed his face, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa."

One of them, Juanjuan, was as noisy as the seven gourd brothers. He stared with his big round eyes and could only call him.

Fu Haitang couldn't help but smile wider, and turned his head to look at the little one, "Why, you are so sweet, do you want to be the chairman of Fu Corporation?"

Juanjuan didn't understand, nodded and shook her head, and said incoherently: "I like grandpa the most, grandpa is more handsome than dad."

"Tsk...you changed sides so quickly?" Fu Chunhe raised his head from the mahjong tiles.

"Honey, have you forgotten how we conspired to take over Grandpa's wealth? Come on, make Grandpa happy, and once he's happy, he'll give you endless pocket money."

Juanjuan opened her mouth into a round O shape and hugged the God of Wealth tightly, "Oh~~ Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa~~"

Fu Haitang smiled and took out a small gadget from his pocket.

He put it in her palm and said, "Here, I'm giving you my most precious thing. Take this. I'll buy you stars and the moon if you want them."

Juanjuan looked at the game coins in her hand and held them tightly.

Follow his example: "Grandpa's most precious thing."

"Yes, the most precious thing."