Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Juanjuan held the metal game coin in her little fingers and was about to put it solemnly into her small bag, but then she hesitated.

She held the game coin in her hand in a conflicted manner and looked at Fu Haitang.

The word "embarrassment" was written all over the little soft face.

"Dad said that the most precious things should never be given to others."

"Keep it in your own hands and protect it well."

Juanjuan’s chubby little hand took Fu Haitang’s hand and put the game coin back into his palm: “Grandpa, I’ll give it back to you. You protect it well!”

Fu Haitang stared at the palm of his hand.

Juanjuan sat in his arms and taught him in a baby voice: "Don't give it to others again. Others won't be as kind as Juanjuan and return it to Grandpa."

Fu Haitang laughed and clenched his palms.

"Who taught you these words?"

"No one taught me, but Dad said you were unhappy recently, so he asked me to be responsible for making you happy as soon as I saw you."

Juanjuan was wearing pink leather shoes with little bows and a small pink bag slung across her body. She reached into the bag with her chubby hands and took out a piece of candy.

He opened it clumsily and stuffed it into Fu Haitang's mouth: "Juanjuan can only eat one piece of candy a week, I specially saved this for grandpa."

"Sweet?"

Fu Haitang held the little meat ball in one arm and walked to Li He to show off: "Sweet. Hey, Li He, why hasn't your son gotten married yet? If he doesn't get married, when will you be able to hold such a fat little granddaughter in your arms?"

Li He rolled his eyes.

Indeed, the three families could not even have a daughter, and all they had were disobedient sons.

"Hold me for a while!"

Fu Haitang snorted and laughed, then turned around and approached Shao Guoren again: "Shao Guoren, look, do you have any at home?"

Juanjuan cooperated by poking the dimples on her face and chimed in with a baby voice: "Do you have a Fu Juanjuan in your family?"

Shao Guoren's eyes turned into pink hearts, and he rushed over to grab it with his eyes wide open, "Give me a hug for a while! Give me a hug for a while!"

Juanjuan giggled, turned around and hugged Fu Haitang's neck tightly, and shouted to Shao Guoren: "Juanjuan only wants her grandfather to hug her!"

Fu Haitang smiled and pinched the flesh on her face, his eyes sweeping over the people in the room. The smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a bottomless loneliness.

They are all there, except her.

How could she be so cruel to abandon such a big family?

What's even more ridiculous is that even though she was so cruel, a room full of people in his house still couldn't match her weight.

When Song Xixi came down, Fu Haitang was holding Juanjuan in the tea room and teaching her how to make tea.

He said that brewing tangerine peel white tea requires a lot of patience. The tangerine peels must be selected from the best grade, cut, and soaked in advance. This tea is very difficult to brew, and he has only brewed this tea for one person in his life.

Juanjuan is so smart that she inherited the IQ of the Fu family.

She tapped the game coins in Fu Haitang's pocket: "The most precious person."

Fu Haitang rubbed her curly hair and said, "Smart."

Song Xixi looked around but couldn't find him. Instead, she was stopped by Fu Liansong. Liansong didn't even bother to pretend and directly took out the comparison photos of her before and after plastic surgery: "You spent a lot of money to look like my mother, right?"

"Third Young Master, I..."

"Shut up, today is New Year's Eve, our family is celebrating the New Year and you are here playing my mom?"

Fu Liansong took a step forward, his eyes cold: "I don't care what your relationship with my dad is now, but as long as we are here, don't get in the way, otherwise..."

Lian Song is a harmless big dog in front of Song Weiyu, but he is extremely oppressive in front of others.

After all, that face looks too much like Fu Haitang.

Song Xixi didn't dare to offend him, so she called Fu Haitang to complain. The man's casual voice was low but could not be refuted: "You go first. I will take my family to the temple in the next few days. You can buy whatever you want in the next few days, and ask Yu Te to reimburse all the expenses."

Song Xixi agreed immediately.

She left the Li family villa happily.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the entire capital city was ablaze with neon lights. The originally bustling Chang'an Street was now only lit by street lights, with the lights forming a long dragon that stretched as far as the eye could see, and laughter and joy could be heard from every household.

During the New Year holidays, there were fewer people at Jingxi Hospital, especially on New Year's Eve, when even the number of nurses on duty was reduced by half.

Song Weiyu wrapped herself in a shawl, opened the window and looked outside. The world was brightly lit but it could not illuminate her heart at all.

Even under this strong contrast, she suddenly felt her heart become even darker and darker, and she tightened her shawl again.

Her bright eyes looked towards the Li family villa. The reflection of the moon was imprinted in her eyes, gathering a pool of longing.

He should be... toasting to the New Year with his son, family and friends.

That's good, at least there are so many people accompanying him, and he won't be as lonely as himself.

At the same time, the moonlight also shone on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Li family villa. The man bit his cigarette and looked towards the west of Beijing for a long time.

She has the man she loves by her side, so she shouldn't be as lonely as I am.