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"Oh? How is Fu Juanjuan brave?"

Fu Haitang held her in one hand and walked out of the villa.

Under the brilliant fireworks, the three families packed their things and got in the car, planning to go to the temple.

Lian Song was the first to jump onto the passenger seat of his father's Bentley and shouted to his two brothers, "Listen to my instructions. You guys drive your own cars, and Xiao Juanjuan and I will ride in dad's car!"

The two brothers were too lazy to compete with him for it.

After getting in the car, Juanjuan stood in the middle of the back seat, holding Fu Haitang's right arm clothes with one hand and Fu Liansong's left arm clothes with the other hand, and started the class.

"I am brave! If I meet the most precious person, I will..."

Lian Song turned around and said, "Stop for a moment. Aren't you only three years old? How can a three-year-old talk so much?"

"I am a child prodigy. Little uncle doesn't understand. He is stupid."

Fu Haitang kept smiling while driving, and the depression in his heart was somewhat alleviated by Juanjuan's baby voice.

She said to the third child, "Your eldest brother learned to speak earlier than she did. He is just like your mother, rebellious but very smart."

After that, there was silence in the car.

The car windows reflected the sky full of gorgeous flowers.

Juanjuan stared with her big watery eyes, took the initiative to break the silence and continued the class: "I will... tie him up and lock him in my little castle. He can only play with me every day."

Fu Haitang frowned and looked at Fu Liansong at the same time.

Should a 3-year-old child be so possessive?

Lian Song scratched his eyebrows, trying to confirm again: "Uh...what if he runs away?"

Juanjuan shook her head. Although her words were unclear, her logic was accurate: "Break his legs and buy him the most expensive prosthesis in the world."

Tragic, too tragic.

From now on, if any boy is favored by the little female overlord of the Fu family, he will be skinned alive...

It’s no wonder that people with the surname Fu are of the same bloodline. Genetics is quite accurate.

Fu Haitang couldn't listen any longer and said righteously: "Fu Juanjuan, your thinking is wrong! You have to change it quickly, otherwise you will suffer when you grow up."

To endure the pain of love.

Same as him.

Juanjuan used her hands and feet to climb onto his shoulders, but couldn't get up there. She then climbed into Fu Liansong's arms, until she nestled into her uncle's arms and found a comfortable little nest for herself. Then she continued to instill her ideas into her grandfather by dangling her little feet.

She spoke in a delicate voice and mumbled.

"Grandpa! I would rather suffer than let the precious person stay with me."

"Besides, who has suffered more than Grandpa..."

"My dad said that grandpa is a negative example!"

"My dad also said that I am the little princess of the Fu family! I am grandpa's favorite, and I can have whatever I want."

"My dad even said that if I had a boy I liked, he would bring him back to me..."

Fu Haitang listened to Juanjuan's chattering all the way and asked, "What if the boy doesn't like you and doesn't want to be with you?"

"Dad said that grandpa could bankrupt his whole family with just a flip of his hand."

good good good good.

Fu Liansong was dying of laughter. "This child has a worrying future. Dad, you should work hard for another 30 years. She will definitely cause you a lot of trouble when she grows up."

"I think so too." Fu Haitang smiled helplessly.

Fu Chunhe's car was behind them. He rubbed his burning earlobe and asked Su Jin, "Wife, do you think Juanjuan would say anything nonsense in front of Dad?"

"Tell me, it's all because of you that she thinks her grandfather is the king of the capital, which is why she is so lawless."

Fu Chunhe raised his eyebrows: "Her grandfather is the king of Beijing... Look, her father is the president of Fu Group, her second uncle is the boss of all the nightclubs in Beijing, and her third uncle owns so much land in Beijing. Although, these were left to him by Han Guanshan, the third brother may not want them."

"From this perspective, Fu Juanjuan should be lawless."

Su Jin covered her slightly bulging belly and said, "Baby, don't listen. Your dad is crazy. Don't be as domineering as your sister in the future. Let's just be ordinary people."

At a red light, Fu Chunhe looked in the rearview mirror and saw Song Jingming and Wen Ying's car behind him. The two were kissing each other at the red light.

It's simply unbearable to watch.

Fu Chunhe put his hands together and waved at Su Jin's belly, "I hope the second son's family will give birth to a bunch of boys, and my wife will give birth to a pair of little princesses for me."

Su Jin: "..."

After a turn, we finally arrived at the parking lot inside Mingshan Temple.

Some aristocratic families had already arrived and were standing outside the gate smoking and chatting. No one dared to go in first. They were all waiting for Fu Haitang's car.

Now that the Fu family is involved in both the black and white worlds, they naturally want to strengthen this relationship.

"Brother Fu."

"Brother Fu..."

Fu Haitang nodded calmly, picked up Juanjuan and held him in his hand, "Our little grandson, Juanjuan is calling for help."

"Hello grandpa, hello uncle, hello aunt, hello uncle..."

Juanjuan clasped her two chubby little hands together and greeted everyone in a mischievous way. She was so pretty, just like the dolls in the New Year pictures.

The innocent look at this moment is completely different from the little bully in the car who wanted to break someone's legs.

Everyone hurriedly took out their New Year's money, and soon her fluffy little pink bag was filled with checks.

"Hide it and save it for when I run away from home," she said to herself, hugging all her wealth tightly.